Kristofer was an outlaw of sorts. He wore birghtly colored clothes, and rode an orange motorcycle. He had assaulted a police officer recently, brutally. The man pulled him over, and recognized him from the circulars in the station, and asked him to step out of the car, pulling out his tazer for safety precautions. Kristofer stood up and got off his bike, the officers hand shaking as he clutched the tazer tightly, as if the man in the hot pink t-shirt and black jeans was going to hurt him. Well, he was right. The officer recieved a punc the the face, the cartiledge of his nose crunching underneath Kristofers fists of iron. Then, a forceful knee to the groin had the man down on the ground. Kristofer then took the tazer, and slid it into the back of his belt. Adding one more weapon to his arsenal.
He then proceeded to call the officer a 'b*****d son of a b***h who needs to learn how to do his job'.
Kristofer smiled as he thought back on this, as it had happened yesterday. At the moment, he had four police tailing him on the open desert road, sirens wailing, guns aimed at him out of the window.
Next, they'd try and shoot out his tires. They had been following him for fifty miles before they made themselves noticeable with the lights flashing and all.
Kristofer then saw a bar with motorcycles outside of it, so he hit the gas harder and swerved around behind the bar, not stopping for anything. At that point, a police car swerved in front of him,he yanked the steering to the side, ramming into the car, his right leg smashed between the two steel monsters.
He yelled out in pain as he felt blood trickle down onto the ground. The bike fell over with him on it, trapping hsi good leg underneath it. Then a younger officer stepped out of the car, yanking the bike off the runaway criminal.
"You're in some deep s**t now." The officer stated
"Yeah, as If I don't know. God damn it."
He cursed as he was yanked to his feet, his blonde hair dirtied with desert sand. He frowned, grimacing as a pool of blood collected. His knee throbbed as if someone had chopped it with an axe.
The officer then yanked him to the car, forcing him down on the hood of it, Kristofer's face smushed against the car as his hands were cuffed behind him roughly.
Oddly enough, the roughness of the police officer made him smile. Usually they were all scared for their lives around him. Nope, not this one.
This one was diffrent.
[[be the police officer, girl or boy, I love yaoi, so that works too! It's romance, obviously not at first but it turns into it. It's placed in a desert somewhere in America, just for future reference! Be literate!! ]]
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