Insight

…“W-What was that?!” Crystal shouted after dispelling the nauseous feeling within her. Her chocolate eyes hardened when they met with both Oliver’s green and Art’s grey. “What do you think you’re still doing here?! Go catch the son of a bitch!” she ordered as she shoved the rookie towards the door. Uncertain of what else to do, Arthur nodded before rushing through the broken window and down the street. The car was still within sight firing at other buildings. Pulling his issued gun out of its holster, Art aimed while making his way over. Squeezing the trigger, he managed to hit the yellow jump suited man in the hand. As the man fell off the van, it sped off down the narrow streets.
“Damn it!” he could hear the man shout as the brunette neared him. Catching sight of black running past him, Art looked up to see Oliver suddenly far ahead of him. The blond dropkicked the assailant before knocking him to the ground.
“Whom do you work for?!” Oliver shouted before smashing the butt of his gun against the man’s head. Choking on loose teeth, the man spat before laughing. Angered by this Oliver battered him again and again. “Whom do you work for?!” As he neared, Art noticed there was more blood on the ground then he previously thought.
“Oliver! Stop!” he shouted as he tried to pry the yellow cloth out of the other’s arms. The man fell back in labored breaths; a grin still plastered on his face…

Here’s a little excerpt from one of my short stories that I’ve published on Patreon. Can’t upload the full thing here since it’s a little too long. Check it out if you’d like.

patreon.com/Kamia

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