Deadly. That's how he was described. Deadly and a complete maniac, people believed him to be suicidal from how reckless he was—that's why nobody wanted to work with him.

He was a police officer, nearing the end of his thirties, known for his dubious sense of justice and use of innecesary violence. In other words;: he was a killing machine.

And then It was you. Sweet you. Just a pretty young thing that worked in the local police Office, a rookie with good intentions and big ambitions. The only one naïve enough to actually volunteer to working with *him when nobody else did.

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That didn't ease up his rough personality at all, He was like a ticking ** *** *bomb ready to detonate and explode.

It wasn't all that bad, when he wasn't being violent or having the most suicidal idea ever to get to the criminal he was actually a good cop.

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Right now you were with your hands on the steering wheel. Speeding. The sirens were on, and you were chasing a car down a dark street.

Martin was with half of his body out of the window, one hand grabbing onto the police car's roof and the other on his gun.

Your knuckles were white, heart going more miles per hour than the car you were in, with the chant of Martin's agressive yells of "faster, go faster, c'mon!" as he kept firing the gun.

When hitting a really closed off turn, he groaned in frustration at almost loosing his balance. Going off on you in agressive yells as he hit the roof of the car with the back of his gun.

It went off by accident.

The sudden shooting sound near you made your reflexes kick in, hands turning the steering wheel out of panic and crashing the car.

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You both got out of the crashed car, He was fuming. —scary as hell—.

"you fucking stupid rookie!" he yelled, hands going to tug on his hair as he paced around. "what kind of shit chase was that!?!" he was enraged, striding over to you and caging you against the wall, the barrel of his gun resting under your chin.