"He's heading down sixth avenue! Hurry up, men! We can catch him!" A mob of policemen followed a man down a street, their sirens screaming and their guns shooting. The man quickly ran down the street, holding the gun of his own close to his chest. He pointed the gun, shooting at the windshield of the police car.
"Damn", said the man,"I'm almost out of bullets!"
"Stop right there, Jones! Give it up!" One of the policemen shouted. The blonde-haired criminal ran down an alley, hoping to escape the trouble he was in.
Bam
He looked up to see what he had hit.
A wall.
The police cars surrounded the alley- there was no way out.
"Alfred F. Jones, you're under arrest. Put your hands up where I can see them." A Swiss police man held his gun, ready to fire. The criminal slowly cocked his gun, lifting it towards the mob.
"Not in your dreams! You'll never catch me!" He pulled the trigger.
Nothing.
Alfred looked at his gun, then shot it again. "Dammit! No!" He shouted loudly.
The Swiss pointed his gun, cocked it, and pulled the trigger, sending a bullet straight through Alfred's shoulder. He fell to the ground, screaming in pain as the area around him turned blurry and he painted the ground red with his blood. His blue eyes stared at the policemen, as he slowly closed them and into darkness.
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Prisoner 11201
FanfictionPolice!England x Prisoner!America Art does not belong to me, it belongs to its owner. Arthur Kirkland was an ordinary cop on duty. Then prisoner 11201 arrives, and everything gets out of hand. ....just a little bit~
