Just An Angel (Damien Haas x Reader) DISCONT...
As I was finishing my graffiti, I hear multiple footsteps coming down the alley I'm in. Before I know it, I'm being tackled to the ground.
At first, I thought I was being attacked by the cops, but then I hear a guy say sorry and then take off running again. As I slowly sit up, I realise that my "friends" were backing up when they realised it was me that that guy tackled. I started stomping to my "friends" while they were still backing up in fear. Before I know it, I was holding one of my "friends"... by the collar... off the ground...
"O-oh, hey b-boss" his voice trembling in fear.
"Hi" I smile sweetly. I put him back down on the ground, brushing imaginary dust of his shoulder but before I know it I roar
"WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED, YOU BETTER EXPLAIN OR YOU WILL ALL BE DEAD MEAT!" I stop myself before I say something I might regret later on. My "friend" I lifted off the ground before started to say
"That guy stole from us..."
"What did he steal?"
"HOW. MUCH" I said, my voice dripping with venom.
"$5... WHEN WE HAVE MILLIONS! YOU IMBECILE!" Next thing I know, he is on the ground clutching his nose.
"You. Are. Fired." I said, my voice still lacing with anger.
"Now" I once again smile sweetly "Where did that man go?" They all pointed towards the exit of the alley... idiots
"More specific please" I say calmly even though in my head I was stabbing them all millions of times. They all pointed left.
"Thank you" I start walking to the exit of the alley but before I go I say over my shoulder,
"Oh, and can you finish off my graffiti?" And I was off, running down the street trying to find the guy that stole 5 fuckin dollars... agh. People and their money these days...
Putting it out there, READ AT YA OWN RISK, THIS WILL BE REALLY CRINGE AND CLICHE