Alex Pov
Why does everything always go badly? I mean why does everything bad happen to us? And why am I always the one that ends up losing blood for it?!

"I want death." I muttered, holding my side where John had fucking ripped out the taser barb.

I don't remember signing up for this shit. John got up, and helped me to my feet.

I saw five cop cars, lights on, speeding our way.

"Kid.
This is bad.
This is really bad."
John said.

"Oh well shit, I didn't realize."
I snapped.

John narrowed his eyes and stopped helping me stand. I yelped and struggled to stand on my own.

"You fucker." I hissed.

"Wait..
Alex..
do you need help or something?"
John asked in slight innocence.

"I hate you."
I muttered.

"Love ya to kid."
He replied, looking back to the cop cars.

"Any ideas genius?"
I asked.

"Nah. But uh...this isn't too good on our end." John said.

"Again, didn't realize."
I said.

John shot me a glare and I flipped him off.

"We should probably run." John said. "Run where?" I asked.

"Away." He replied, grabbing my arm and sprinting off.

I yelped and tried to catch up with him.

"You're fucking insane!" I shouted. "Thanks Hamilton!" He yelled back.

"Fuck you Laurens!" I yelled over than sirens. "Love ya too Hammy!" He yelled.

I hate being called fucking Hammy but we are being chased by five cop cars so Im not in a good place to rebel against the name.

If I went against John now, that would be one, an asshole thing to do and
two, really bad because then I wouldn't have a partner and we come as a package deal. 

"Get down on the ground!" The police speaker thing shouted.

What are those speaker things even called? Doesn't matter.
Gotta run.

"Come here!"
John shouted to me, holding a hand out.

I grabbed his hand and hopped into the cop car. No not the one chasing us, the cops car that we had beaten the fuck out of.

I jumped into the drivers seat and just fucking went off. John held that thingy on the inside roof of the car.

You know the thing.
Like the little handle thingy?
Anyway, within seconds I was going over eighty miles per hour, the cops behind me.

My hands were shaking but I tried to ignore that.

"I think I'm going to throw up again."
I told John.

"Alex. Please. Don't throw up. Not now." John said.

"Aight, aight. Just gotta..
calm down."
I said softly.

"Can you gimme a cig?"
I asked.

"I thought you had 'em." John said. "Well fuck me." I muttered.

"We can't just keep going forward forever." John pointed out.

"Well what's your idea?" I asked.

He stayed silent.
"I dunno." He said quietly.

"Isn't that just wonderful." I muttered, looking out the review mirror.

"Alex. You're about to run out of gas." John said.

"I want death."
I said, smiling.

"What if you like, turned the car around and then drove at them. Like the other cops." John suggested.

"But then we'd have to fight like ten cops. If there's two cops in each. I can't do that. We can't do that. What if they open fire or some shit?" I said.

"We have to try something."
John told me.

"I know, I know. I just..
fine. You know what? I'll fucking drive at them." I said, making a U turn and driving towards the cop at an unholy rate of speed.

They yelled something on the speaker thingy but I was too scared to take in what they were saying.

But then, I hit a spike strip.
Fucking again.

"Well shit." John muttered.

"GET OUT OF THE VEHICLE!"
The police shouted.

"I'm Parker, you're Jack. I love you John." I said, opening the car door and getting out.

I put my hands up, and felt tears fill my eyes. Five cops jumped out of their cars and ran at me.

"Alex stop!"
John exclaimed.

I was trying to stay still,
be a man and
go down like a man.

But then my legs decided to turn around and make a fucking run for it.

"Alex what the hell?!"
John screamed.

I knew I was pretty quick but that's when it comes to climbing shit and being swift around building. Running on a one way street is not my strong suit.

Soon enough, I saw John running by my side.

"How..Do..you..run..like..that?"
I asked, panting heavily.

He shrugged.
I mean, sorta shrugged.

"Get on the ground!" An officer shouted.

"I uh..Have a gun! Stay away or I'll shoot!" John shouted, looking back to the officers.

"John what the fuck?"
I hissed.

We both stopped running and John pretended to have a fucking gun.

"I'll shoot!"
He said again.

"Put down the weapons before we open fire!" The officer shouted.

Shit! What the fuck John?!

I stopped listening to John and the police officers shout back and forth. My eyes were trained on an officer taking out his gun.

Then another officer.
Next thing I knew, there were tears in my eyes and guns pointed at John and I.

I grabbed Johns hand and just ran.
I didn't know what else to do.
I was scared so I ran.

I heard a gun go off. I looked at John, who was running by my side.
He didn't go down, and neither did I.

Another gun went off.
We still were okay.

I'm so scared.

I don't want to die here.
Not like this.
I want to live a good life with John.
A happy one with John.

Maybe get a dog or somethin'.
Maybe go on adventures and have fun.

Not run from the police and been scared every waking hour.

I let out a scream I wasn't conscious of. Then I was on the ground.
Then my side started to hurt.

Like a white searing pain in my side that spread through my whole body.

Maybe we'll grow old together.
Maybe he'll be at my side when I die.

I'm dying.