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“This way, this way!” The officer shouted. He scrambled over the trash cans in the back alley and pushed off against the brick wall of the buildings. He ignored the narrowing of the space and continued on, listening for the frantic footsteps of his quarry.

“I see her, she’s here!” Another shout came from off to his left. “She’s in sight!”

“Take her down!” The cheif’s voice crackled through the shared communicators. “I want her dead, do you hear me? Take her down!”

The officer skidded around the corner and came to an abrupt halt. He felt something slam into his throat and his head smacked into the brick wall, hard enough to send stars dancing through his vision. He sucked in a breath and shoved back, shaking his head to clear it, and lashing out with his free hand.

A soft grunt met his ears, right before a sharp kick to the legs and a heavy weight bowled him over from behind. He lay sprawled on the floor, aware that there were no others present, no backup in sight and the alley was very dark and very small.

“Did your brains catch up to you yet?” The woman asked, hefting a brick in her hand. There was a dark smirk on her face. “That’s alright, doesn’t really matter to me either way.” She approached him, the smirk becoming more twisted. “What was that he said? Cheif Holding said–ah yes, kill her? Don’t spare her? Don’t stop to listen to what she might have to say about corrupt badges parading around and handing out tainted justice?” She laughed, loud and mocking.

“D-delia…” the officer gasped. “Please don’t do this.”

“Oh, lovey,” Delia crooned. “I don’t want to do this, but you’re not giving me a choice.”

“You sold us out!” he cried, desperately. “You’re a traitor!”

Delia dropped to a crouch beside him and gently rested the brick on his buzzing head. “So you think I’m a rat?”

“They–they have evidence.”

“A cornered rat, always bites back,” Delia said, sadly. “Congratulations–I’m cornered.”

(c) Sara Harricharan

A/N: This was just working off the prompt of cornered. It’s not a part of anything larger at the moment and it was written in three minutes

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