- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- It varies. I can't promise much consistency due to my chaotic life.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Horror, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Superpowers, Drama. Also, romance is required with me because I will get bored without it.
Zoe was close behind her beloved with her thin fingers gripping tightly around the collar of a diner employee. He could be an intimidating man if he wanted to. Her hostage was tall, burly, and overall ugly looking. He struck her as the gentle giant sort, though. That would explain why he was trembling in her grasp, whispering for her to have mercy as she held her handgun to his temple. This would make her look good, she thought. As scary as Zoe could be, she was even scarier dragging a big guy across the floor.
The unimpressive police officers didn't make a move. She spotted one hesitating to call for backup, while others kept their weapons pointed at the criminal couple. Zoe smiled wickedly as a few of them lowered their guns at the command of their superior. They didn't want to be responsible for the death of two innocent people, maybe even more. Zoe and Castor were unpredictable.
As the cops slowly fulfilled Castor's demands, Zoe tugged her hostage along and dropped him into the dirt. He was sitting on his knees while she held his head in place by grabbing a fistful of hair. The pathetic muscle man whimpered as she did so, his pleading eyes staring at the helpless policemen. "In the dirt, c'mon!" she barked at the cops, hitting the barrel of her gun against the man's temple again as a warning. They reacted quickly, of course.
The unimpressive police officers didn't make a move. She spotted one hesitating to call for backup, while others kept their weapons pointed at the criminal couple. Zoe smiled wickedly as a few of them lowered their guns at the command of their superior. They didn't want to be responsible for the death of two innocent people, maybe even more. Zoe and Castor were unpredictable.
As the cops slowly fulfilled Castor's demands, Zoe tugged her hostage along and dropped him into the dirt. He was sitting on his knees while she held his head in place by grabbing a fistful of hair. The pathetic muscle man whimpered as she did so, his pleading eyes staring at the helpless policemen. "In the dirt, c'mon!" she barked at the cops, hitting the barrel of her gun against the man's temple again as a warning. They reacted quickly, of course.