DISCLAIMER: I DON'T own anything of Miraculous.
First Author's Note: I know, I know. So much Adrigami greatness and enough time in the day. What can I say? They NEVER shut up. I am merely a pawn in that regard. 🌸🌸🌸🌸 Second Author's Note is at the TBC. . .
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Zig-zagging through alleyways, the dark of night doesn't help his growing fear. Ignoring his heavy breathing, heart pounding faster in his chest. Sweat starting to form and spill down his brow.
Blood shot grey eyes blink away tears he refuses to shed. His beat down sneakers close to falling off, as he continued to run. 'She. . . can't, couldn't have found me.' He thinks as a sharp dagger is thrown inches above his slightly dye blond hair.
Adrenaline pumping within his veins, helped with fear for his life. The right side of his face, runs smack into the brick wall. The impact disorienting him greatly. Blood trails down his right temple. As winds blow, the tender raw cuts on his right cheek sting. He prays his blood doesn't get in his eye nor "perfect" hair anytime soon.
Collar grabbed from his blind side, he once again meets the brick wall. Flailing like a fish on a hook, he releases a blood curling scream. Seems to make his petit attacker smirk,
"Please continue your fruitless escape."
Her cold yet smooth voice playfully states. As she turns up the high voltage taser, jumping off the mini roof stood on, still the satisfied smirk never fades as she stops the teaser. Coming closer upon her lastest target. Cooked flesh fills the air around.
Grabbing at his thick neck in her small fingers, forced to stare into emotion-less blank sharp brown eyes. Her bob-cut silky blunette hair, kissable freckles lined on her tiny nose and sweet cheeks and soft lips had this been any other situation. Had he not known whom this woman was, arousal be the only thing on his mind, not fear for his life.
"You're not very bright."
That flatly spoken, almost has her chuckle. Almost, had she not been on the job right now. Releasing his throat, as he tired limbs give way on him, she swiftly kicks him in the face.
"Desire the pain to stop? Simply hand over the money."
She answers her own question. Knowing if he tried, she quite literally twist his arm. Spite flies in her direction, landing on her left cheek. Dark red leather suited gloves back handy him for it. The growl in her voice, she's done playing with her toy now.
"As you wish."
He glares at her, even as she knocks him out. Heavy indeed, still she takes him away.
TO BE CONTINUED. . .
Second Author's Note: Debated mid-way through this. Better to continue, then leave it a short one-shot.
