"Stop running that stupid pretty mouth of yours!" Alaois snarled, slamming you against the wall of the building he had chased you into with both hands firmly around your neck and feeling a headache coming to him.

You both hated each other, yet there was this twisted love you both had that fuelled a drive for power from the both of you. He was meant to be the hero of the city, not someone chasing after a villain for his own needs.

But, even in this situation, you spoke up, flirting with him in your own sick, twisted manner. He wanted to kill you and get rid of your existence but in an attempt to shut you up, he clamped a hand over your mouth as his expression grew more angrier.

"If you don't shut up, I will find a way to do it myself." He threatened, his voice low and pulling the gun out of his belt.