AN: NOT A COUPLE STORY. This story is about the rogue man who finally got caught... Then meets one of the female guards. They become fast friends...
The black wolf was very, very pissed off. He allowed himself to be captured by the cops. He then realized how smart they had gotten. He couldn't snap the handcuff like he normally could. 'Well... That's new,' he thought to himself. He tried to struggle his way out of the cuffs, yet nothing happened. He was sitting in a cold metal chair, alone in the interrogation room. He groaned.
The door opened slowly, revealing the man in white. He was a tall, gray fox. His stone-cold eyes never left Light's. According to his name plate, his name was 'J. Turner'. Mr. Turner's face held no sympathy for Light's situation.
"Mr. Sullen," Turner said with a curt nod. Light nodded back. "You know what you did."
Light rolled his eyes. "Oi, J, my nose itches!" he complained. Turner's face was not amused. If anything, it got even more stoic looking. Light rolled his eyes and twitched his nose. "Come on, man!"
"I refuse to scratch your nose. You might bite me," Turner said. Light, for the millionth time today, rolled his eyes.
"I will NOT bite you IF you scratch my goddamn nose, J!" he wouldn't-- couldn't-- allow himself to beg... His dignity, not to mention his ego, would be damaged. He couldn't have that. He was number 1! The bigshot! He had a bloodthirsty reputation to uphold! He was NOT going to submit to some old coot. He wiggled his nose again, and the 'itchy' sensation vanished... Wow, handy trick.
Turner slowly closed the door and made his way over to the metal table Light was seated at. He took the chair opposite Light and folded his hands.
"So, Mr. Sullen, are you ready to admit to your crime?" he asked.
Light smirked, "No. Are you ready to admit to your crime?"
Turner still was not amused. "And what crime is that?"
"For stealing a lamp post and shoving it up your ass."
Turner sighed. "Am I going to get anywhere with you?"
"No," was his annoyed reply.
"Light, I'm your lawyer, not your enemy. Just plead guilty...! Maybe they won't put you on Death Row."
"I'm going down with dignity, if I'm even going down. I can guarantee that I can escape from prison, just like Tenanah's sister."
Turner stood out of the chair and made his way to the iron door. "Whatever, Light. I'll give you a tip, though."
"And what's that?"
"Don't drop the soap." The door closed on a very confused criminal.
The black wolf was very, very pissed off. He allowed himself to be captured by the cops. He then realized how smart they had gotten. He couldn't snap the handcuff like he normally could. 'Well... That's new,' he thought to himself. He tried to struggle his way out of the cuffs, yet nothing happened. He was sitting in a cold metal chair, alone in the interrogation room. He groaned.
The door opened slowly, revealing the man in white. He was a tall, gray fox. His stone-cold eyes never left Light's. According to his name plate, his name was 'J. Turner'. Mr. Turner's face held no sympathy for Light's situation.
"Mr. Sullen," Turner said with a curt nod. Light nodded back. "You know what you did."
Light rolled his eyes. "Oi, J, my nose itches!" he complained. Turner's face was not amused. If anything, it got even more stoic looking. Light rolled his eyes and twitched his nose. "Come on, man!"
"I refuse to scratch your nose. You might bite me," Turner said. Light, for the millionth time today, rolled his eyes.
"I will NOT bite you IF you scratch my goddamn nose, J!" he wouldn't-- couldn't-- allow himself to beg... His dignity, not to mention his ego, would be damaged. He couldn't have that. He was number 1! The bigshot! He had a bloodthirsty reputation to uphold! He was NOT going to submit to some old coot. He wiggled his nose again, and the 'itchy' sensation vanished... Wow, handy trick.
Turner slowly closed the door and made his way over to the metal table Light was seated at. He took the chair opposite Light and folded his hands.
"So, Mr. Sullen, are you ready to admit to your crime?" he asked.
Light smirked, "No. Are you ready to admit to your crime?"
Turner still was not amused. "And what crime is that?"
"For stealing a lamp post and shoving it up your ass."
Turner sighed. "Am I going to get anywhere with you?"
"No," was his annoyed reply.
"Light, I'm your lawyer, not your enemy. Just plead guilty...! Maybe they won't put you on Death Row."
"I'm going down with dignity, if I'm even going down. I can guarantee that I can escape from prison, just like Tenanah's sister."
Turner stood out of the chair and made his way to the iron door. "Whatever, Light. I'll give you a tip, though."
"And what's that?"
"Don't drop the soap." The door closed on a very confused criminal.
G-Sil and Silhouette kept fighting. Meanwhile in the city, Prime, Rico, and Claws were all talking. Prime was trying to sell some stuff to them. But they weren't buying. Soon enough, Shock and V2 ran up to the group. "We got a problem!" shouted Shock. Rico replied "a problem. What is it?" before Shock could answer, a loud noise and a cloud of smoke were heard and seen at a nearby building. Yep. G-Sil had kicked Silhouette. Right into that building. "um... That's the problem..." said Shock. "well, I'm not gonna be a bystander!" shouted V2. She let her temper get the better of her. She charged towards G-Sil and attacked. But G-Sil was unscathed. For she transferred the damage to Silhouette. Silhouette tried to fight back, but G-Sil was just to powerful...........
Stay tuned for Part 4!!!!!!!!!
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Stay tuned for Part 4!!!!!!!!!
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The fall air was quickly turning into frost bitten, I had not long before my clan mates would start passing from diseases from the white season. The wind chill made it seem like -60 degrees, but I had to help. I just had to. My body ached to be sandwhiched between two deer furs and near an open fire. I heard a gun shot ring through the snow. Dragon hunters. I had to get back before they found me, or either way, somebody'd die.
Too late. A couple of dragon hunters armed with almost every gun, cross bow and sword weapon imaginable. I tried flying off with my ice blue wings, but I failed, a hunter shot at my left wing with a midnight black cross bow. I started to fall, but I started running as soon as I hit the snow, carrying a fish between my fangs. How the clan leader would be so unpleased frightened me, but not as much as the hunters.
Too late. A couple of dragon hunters armed with almost every gun, cross bow and sword weapon imaginable. I tried flying off with my ice blue wings, but I failed, a hunter shot at my left wing with a midnight black cross bow. I started to fall, but I started running as soon as I hit the snow, carrying a fish between my fangs. How the clan leader would be so unpleased frightened me, but not as much as the hunters.