His red eyes glanced towards your purse as he walked closer and closer. You look like an average girl without a ton of money, but the pearl bracelet on your left hand begged to differ.
You don't take much notice to him as he gets closer. He doesn't even seem to be heading straight towards you. He's just another person having a good day at the park.
He's about ten feet away now. This man thinks you'll put up somewhat of a struggle, but thinks he'll still get away with your purse.
"So, as I was saying," you begin speaking to your friend again, "it really isn't a big deal. I mean, so what if she has a new skirt? She gets one every week."
"But it's so cute!" (f/n) replies. You two are obviously gossiping about someone at your college.
"Yeah, but what abo- Hey! Stop!" You cut your sentence short as a tanned man with dark brown, almost red hair clutches your purse and starts to run. He glances back at you to see you somewhat stunned. You weren't expecting this to happen today. Something bad was going to happen to (f/n), not you.
You comprehend what just happened and begin sprinting to him. You start to catch up soon.
'Good thing I was on the track team for a few years,' you think as you continue to gain speed. Now you're about fifteen feet from the culprit. Your (h/c) hair starts to get into your eyes, but you just shake your head a little and continue running.
You get close enough to him and jump on him. He falls forward and your purse falls two feet to the right.
"The hell?!" He exclaims, obviously shocked you caught up with him, not to mention took him down. He flips over and you get stuck between him and the earth. You try to shout for help but his hand goes straight for your mouth, muffling the sound. There's no point anyway, you followed him far away from any people. No one would have heard you.
He puts his free arm across your chest, holding down your arms as well. He then turns over and stares into your deep (e/c) eyes. He just stares at you, not speaking. You glance around, trying to find someway to escape. His body is pushing you down, and you can yell, or move your arms. You try squirming free, but he just pushes down on you more. You eventually just give up and lay there.
A drop of blood drips down on your face. He sees it and removes his arm covering you arms to touch his face. He has a bloody nose. You must've given it to him when you made him fall on his face. A sense of accomplishment fills you and you smile.
"What're you smiling for? You little asshat!" He felt your smile on his hand covering your mouth. You think you just got him mad. You smile even wider under his hand, feeling even more accomplished. You even let out a small, muffled giggle.
"Stop laughing you jerk!" He removes the hand covering your mouth to search his pockets for something to stop the bleeding.
You then move your hand and wipe off the drop of blood that landed on you earlier. His eyes immediately look to you because of your sudden movement. You just sit there, under a strange man that stole your purse, who is now tending a bloody nose you gave him, and you aren't worried at all.
"What's wrong with you?" He spits out at you. He must not like that you aren't trying to escape.
"What do you mean?" You ask in return.
"You're not running away. Why?" He replies, obviously annoyed.
"There's a large man sitting on my thighs, I can't run," you say, matter-o-factly.
"Yeah, but you're not even shouting for help. I could kill you right now if I wanted, and you're not doing anything about it," he says like its obvious. Which it is. You just don't really feel like yelling. There's no one to yell to anyway.
"Yeah, but if I yell, you'll put your hand over my mouth again. Plus there's no one to yell to," you answer.
"Hmm... Smart girl. Hey, you got anything in your purse to stop the bleeding?" He asks, pointing to his still-bloody nose.
"Oh! Uh, yeah... Lemme see," you answer, a bit confused. You don't understand how he can go from 'I'm-Gunna-Kill-You!' to 'Can-You-Please-Help-Me?' in a matter of seconds.
"Here," he says as he gets off of you and grabs your purse from a few feet away. He then hands it to you.
You begin digging through your purse, looking for the small pack of tissues you had in it. You're still utterly confused by his behavior when you find the tissues. You rip open the package, and pull out a few and begin to wipe some of the blood off of the man's face.
"Al? Hey, Al! Where are you?" A voice with an odd accent calls out from somewhere nearby.
"I'm over here, Matt!" Shouts the man that stole your purse.
'I guess his name is Al,' you think to yourself.
The man with the accent runs over to your location carrying a nail filled, blood colored bat, as well as a blood covered hockey stick. The hockey stick seems familiar from somewhere, but you can't put your finger on it. So do both of their voices, but you can't remember if you've ever heard or seen them before.
Al's nose continues to bleed as you try to make the bleeding stop. Right now you're kneeling in front of him and he's sitting in front of you. Even when he's sitting, you can easily tell that there is a half foot hight difference between you two.
"So did you get the p-" the man, who you guess is Matt, freezes in place when he notices you tending Al's nose. "Uhh, Al? What's she doing?"
"She gave me a bloody nose. Now she's fixin' it," Al replies to Matt.
"So, you got beat by a girl, eh?" Matt smirks at Al.
"I did fucking not! I was going easy on her, jackass!" Al replies, defensively.
"We gotta get home soon or Oliver's gonna flip. We weren't supposed to be stealing today," Matt tells Al, crossing his arms.
"Um, excuse me?" You pipe up.
"Yeah, babe?" Al answers.
'Babe? Really? What the hell?' You think.
"Well, I'm pretty sure my friend called the cops when you took my purse. And I haven't gone back to check on her in the past ten minutes," you say worriedly.
"Fuck," Al breathes out just as you hear police sirens coming closer.
"Damn it," Matt says as he helps al up.
"Let's go, babe," Al says as he grabs your arm and starts running. You stumble, but end up running slightly behind him.
"What?! Where are we going? Why am I coming with you?" You ask in shock as your (e/c) eyes widen.
"You're commin' with us. We can't leave any evidence laying around. That reminds me, you're not supposed to know where we're going," Al says as his pace slows and comes to a stop. He turns to you and the last thing you remember is Al lifting his arm with his bat in his hand.
((Authors note! Okay, so Al, I guess, kidnapped you. Where shall you wake up? only time will tell. And by time, i mean like less than a day. I love you Reader-Chans! Ciao~Writer-Chan))
