Lucian

The party was loud. Speakers booming in the abandoned train station and you were sitting on a couch, pupils blown completely to the max and you were drunk as fuck. One of your eye veins was popped, blood dripped down your cheek, but nobody cared and neither did you. Everyone was high. Drugs laid in front of you, beer cans everywhere, people fucking each other where ever you looked, a few fights going on in the back. Everyone in that station was an illegal drug dealer or buyer, this was the nest. You didn't give a fuck about anything. Then a girl lets out a high pitched scream, about 20 bright lights fill the room. You didn't move. You knew they were coming. Then, men shouted.

Swat guy #1: EVERYBODY GET THE FUCK ON THE GROUND NOW!

He points his gun at people, making sure they don't go anywhere. More men appeared from behind him, filling up the rest of the space. Some people tried to run, only to get shot in the head with no hesitation, then loud screams and crying.

Swat guy #5: STOP FUCKING RESISTING AND PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK, NOW! He shouts at the top of his lungs. The swat has been looking for all of you for 3 years and they finally found you all.

Someone approaches you, slow careful steps, his breathing is ragged as he grips his gun tightly.

In high school, you and Lucian were enemies. You were always the soft kind of girl, not getting into much trouble or anything, but the one person who challenged your intelligence was Lucian. He was the bad boy but he was also very smart. He would always rely on violence and control over everything which led up to his job to becoming a Swat officer. You two parted ways when you were 18 and never saw each other again. Lucian turned out to be very successful and got the job but still single, he liked it that way. But for you...you fell into a horrible habit after your mom died. She was the only person you had left that actually cared about you and you had no idea where Lucian went. You fell into the habit of drinking, drugs, and heavy smoking even though you still looked as beautiful as the day he left you.

The man walked closer, pointing his gun right at your head between your eyes, the flashlight hitting directly into them but you didn't flinch. Your pupil only grows bigger and the white that was in your eyes only got more bloodshot. Then he seems to pause, studies you for a second, then freezes. The only thing you could see was the cold breath he exhaled through the heavy mask that was covering his face completely so you didn't know who he was at first. His bodycam was catching everything. Every detail on your face.