AN - Hi everyone! I'm new around here and this is my very first PTV fanfic. I hope it doesn't suck too much teheheheh.. . I used to crush on Vic, but recently fell in love with Tony Perry the most, because of a fanfic I had the brightest idea to lay my eyes on, ever. Just #omg it was totally instantaneous and unexpected. Nevertheless, I might write about Mike or Vic too.

Also, although my English is pretty fluent, I'm Portuguese (European, not Brazilian HAH!), so if you see some mistakes, don't judge too much. I love to read and to write, so I will give my best to make my stories as amazing as I can, both in plot and grammatical terms.

Enough of my blabber... Hope you like this first chappie! <3

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Chapter 1
~ Run Darling, Run ~



Her vision was blurry, warm tears rolled down her cheeks. Colorful, bright light dots danced in her eyes; the city was particularly alive that night, and she was about to die. - Oh! The irony!

Blindly, she ran her way down the streets of San Diego, her legs moving faster than she ever imagined it to be possible, the messenger bag already starting to feel too heavy. Yorek's growls started to fade right when she noticed to be entering the downtown. Praying for him to lose her in the crowd of people around the casinos and pubs, she lowered her pace only enough to be able to take a turn to the right.

Looking back for a slipt moment to make sure she wasn't being followed anymore, was enough for her to lose control of her feet as she stumbled against something and fell to the ground. She expected pain, but it never came; It felt soft and warm instead.

When she recovered her sense of time and space, all she could see were a pair of deep brown eyes on hers from below. How long did that moment last? Minutes... No, hours?

*POV*

"S-sorry!" I managed to whisper at last, trying to stand up. To put it simple, I was literally all over him. It took me seconds to analyse who I crashed against: He was tall, covered in tattoos and had something in those eyes that made me freeze on the spot.

"No biggie!" He smiled big, "Where are you going in such a hurry? You should be more careful or you might end up breaking a leg!"

Where was I going, really?

"I... erm... I just..."

"Do you feel ok? You don't seem ok." He furrowed his eyebrows and I felt observed by the inch.

A thought crossed my mind with the speed of a bullet - What if this vandal looking man hurts me too?

"Not your business" I snapped defensively, picking up my bag.

"Excuse you? You're the one who just stumbled against me out of the blue! I'm being nice here in case you didn't notice, no need to be so rude." Ohw, did he seem butthurt.

"As I said it doesn't matter where I'm going." I said coldly, starting to walk away.

I don't know where I'm going. What the hell am I doing? Yorek is going to kill me once he can lay his hands on me. I need to get moving.

I entered a narrow dark alley between this pub called Rocky's and a small restaurant. The smell was hideous and the trash knew no dumpster. A streak of starred sky above my head was all I could see, appart from the gleam of light from the main streets.

Right before I reached halfway, I spotted the figure I least wanted to on the other end. Unfortunately for my miserable self, he seemed to spot me too, as an evil grin cut through his scarred face and he started walking towards me at the same time he pulled his gun out of his jacket. I froze right where I was standing, my body felt numb and the calm breeze started feeling like ice blades being thrown at my face. He got closer and closer by the second, but I simply could not move my legs. Mentally, I started counting down to the moment he would either draw with my brain on the wall or spare me, only for Master topunish me with his very own hands.

There I was, deciding that the first option sounded very appealing if compared to returning to The Palace, when a strong grip on my arm pulled me back with a harsh jolt.

When I came back to myself, I was running again.
Only this time, he was running by my side.

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