Swat Chris And Street Novels & Stories

woosh one of the guys falls and was dragged away, everyone starts to panic "I knew this place was hunted " one of the guys screams "shut up, there's no such thing as ghosts and this place isn't-" Chris was lifted in the air and given an invisible wedgie and starts to cry, "help, it hurts so bad, someone help!" the others just ran away leaving him on the air, I saw who was doing all this, and it was Tom,mehn was I glad to see him, he hits Chris head on one of the walls of the building and carries a stick and wrote on the sand RUN

He knew it wouldn't end well for her if I chose to escalate the situation. As Chris calmed the irate woman, I stormed out of the coffee shop, still hearing her threats to call the police. Chris shut her down, reminding her that we were the authorities. Outside, Chris lectured me, "Dude, I know you're obsessed with catching Samson, but you can't be reckless and paranoid like this. You're an award-winning detective; act like one." His words fell on deaf ears, as I was fixated on spotting Samson in the distance. I finally saw him casually crossing the road and took off in his direction, leaving Chris behind.

Chris asked with determination. “He isn’t here!” The man answered. “Suit yourself.” Chris said tilting his head to the side. Time seemed to slow down as Andrew watched as Chris aimed the weapon at one of his men. The deafening sound of the gunshot echoed through the hallway, followed by the sickening thud of a lifeless body hitting the ground. Andrew’s blood ran cold, leaning against the wall Andrew closed his eyes. Proud of the fallen men that was a hundred percent loyal to him.

Officer Brian Bowers is dead! The man lunges at Chris. They both are on the ground; the man got on top and started scratching his face off. Chris tries to plead with the man. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!" he pleads and cries. The man hisses at him. He does not listen, so he continues to rip his face off. His mouth grew more prominent; then, he ate his neck. Chris coughs up blood. The man stops eating his neck. Officer Chris Hudson is dead!

she hung up on him and aggressively shoved her phone into her handbag, walking heavily down the hallway with rage in her eyes as her heels made clicking sounds against the floor. "Melody! You little bitch! Where are you?!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs her voice echoing throughout the house. ***** Chris quietly parked his car in front of the graveyard after dodging a lot of cops, who were interrogating everyone. Jake refused to come with him at the last minute, saying that he was tired. Chris sneaked out of the car and peered around the quiet graveyard. He felt like he was being watched because of the horns and sirens that were sounding all over the city.

If there were pepperonis and passersby nearby, this would have made the rounds on the internet, streets, and news stations for several weeks! "Please, Chris, help us. You're not doing it for nothing! I swear I'll pay you if you want me to. Just name your price and it will be paid so you will let us go. Please." Santiago bows at his feet, begging desolately. At the mention of money, Chris's expression softens. He has never been one to joke with his pocket! When Sparrow brought this job offer he got to him as both of them are partners and work together, he initially didn't want to take it up with him because, of course, he had some conscience.

I said and took my phone out. When I was done informing everyone that Chris was okay, I put my phone down and stared down at the street. "Hey guys, guess what?" Chris said out of the blue. "What?" Dean and I asked. "I am gay. I am a homosexual. I am not attracted to girls. I. Like. Boys." He said with a smile on his face and I chuckled. "That's the spirit!" Dean exclaimed. "I like boyssss!" Chris shouted and his voice echoed through the street.

Chris pushed innocent nurses and patients as he ran through to get away from Dan. He was running like a wounded dog, admitting his defeat this time as he grabbed his new phone out of his pocket. “Come to the roof. Do it now!” He yelled into the receiver. Chris saw that he was now trapped on the floor as more police officers chased after him. He went back to the rooftop, feeling cornered and weak.

There was thick black smoke in the sky, the streets were full of emergency vehicles rushing to the site. While I was still in a daze DJ budged into my room. “They are here.” It did not take rocket science to figure out who ‘they are, the Bratva was here, this is their style, they are loud, violent, and messy. “I can tell,” I say to him, even a fool can tell that there is a different player in J City and that things are going to change. “Let’s go have breakfast in the restaurant downstairs,” DJ suggests I know that he just wants to get the feel of things outside.

Just like when they were young, the three of them would bring their sister to the lake to make her happy. After escaping prison, Theodore had to lay low at the every dark places of Burton Grove. But, when he saw Melissa Angeles, it's like the stars finally agreed it him. Chris and Oliver were the reason why he became a fugitive. When he killed Oliver's niece, that was actually a coincidence. Now, he's angry, and he is vengeful. Unfortunately, Chris' sister escaped. Now, the patrols around the city that is searching for him got doubled. Even then citizen volunteers are helping to find him. It became harder for him to get out of town.