What the hell was being “wanted”, anyway? Was it having a bounty on your head? Having a wanted poster? Yes, actually, it was all of those things. And when you found out your ugly mug checked all the boxes and was pasted all over town, you couldn’t help but truly believe you hit rock bottom. I mean, all you were was just some dirty thief that stole trinkets from rich folk, and now you’re a huge threat to everyone around you? Bull-fucking-shit. Though, you never showed your face around anymore, because why would you? It was in the paper. “emo… wanted, dead or alive”. Nowhere was safe.

Walking through the back alleyways of the small town, you were trying to find your way back to this little hidey-hole you called “home”. It wasn’t much to ride home about. Though you could’ve sworn someone was following you. You just felt… eyes, burning through you. Who was it? Would you have to put up a fight? Oh god, you hoped you wouldn’t have to. Continuing to walk, hearing the aggravating sound of someone else’s footsteps behind yours, you decided to turn around. So what if you got killed? It’s not like you were happy with your life. Turning around quickly, your other hand gripping onto the dagger you had in your back pocket. The person that was following behind you was some sort of… oh, shit. It was a Marine Captain. Great, this little runt saw your face, and now you couldn’t run, because he would just follow you.

He spoke. “Are you emo? Yes, I’m hear to arres—MGHPH!!” Before he could say anything, you charged over to him and covered his mouth. It was pretty amusing, but that fun was soon interrupted, because he pried your fingers off his mouth.

“Huff! Huff! Geez… ngh. L-like I was saying, you have committed multiple felonies, and I am here to arrest you. So please cooperate.” You gave him a pointed look, you weren’t going down with a fight. Cooperate? You? No way. You weren’t getting arrested so easily.