Author's Note: This is a sequel to my first chapter story, How They Met, and happens a few months after the end of it. After finally collecting all the things she needs to avenge her father's death, Ramona learns that there is another key component. But what will happen when all of her hard work is stolen from her? Full of fighting, threats, attacks, friendships, romance, and of course stealing, It's Complicated really is complicated.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Sly Cooper characters; they belong to Sucker Punch Productions.
Claimer: I own all of my original characters.
Well I finally finished my notes for my sequel to How They Met. Granted that story was basically a background story but the collection of the crystals is what I'm continuing on with. So, please read and review and let me know what you think! (: and I won't be able to update as often since I'm really busy lately so please be patient. Thanks!
It's Complicated
Chapter 1: Repetition Is a Burden
I gripped the steering wheel tighter as my car hit a speed bump on road and I was slung upward momentarily. I heard the police sirens get louder and closer so I stepped on the gas even harder in return. I was already coming close to speeds of ninety and wasn't afraid to go faster. I rounded a corner quickly and had my hair fly all around my face. The motor that lifted and lowered the roof of my convertible was busted so I was stuck having my hair whipped around my face like pine straw stuck as I zoomed through the city and the wind was wild. I already wasn't in a good mood and being chased by the police on a job was just what I needed to set me on edge. The last time I was in Paris, I was searching for one of the crystals I needed to get my revenge for my father but was back when my sister told me that there were now special type of gems or something that would be needed. So, I would now have to return to all of my previous locations and get those also before I could go anywhere in my plans.
I had just stolen one of the gems I needed when a backup security system in the building went off and I was quickly surrounded by police. So, I ran with my prize and was now being chased throughout the nighttime streets of Paris in an attempt to escape. I had been on edge lately, always stressed and ready to snap without warning. My brother said it was because we we're getting closer to our goal but still had a few obstacles in the way and the fact I inherited mom's temper and patience wasn't helping either. I quickly looked back and realized the police were starting to shoot at my tires. One bullet pierced my back left tire but I still sped away. The sound of air inflating into my tires filled my ears and I smirked to myself. Thanks to my sister, she had created a way for my tires to have basically an air bag inflate when something pierces through the rubber. The airbag lasted a few hours and I hoped it wouldn't take that long to escape from the police. All that I needed to do was get over the bridge and I would be home free. And of course, with my luck, that didn't happen. I slammed on the brakes and came to a screeching halt when the front end of my car almost collided with the side of the Cooper van, which had also stopped. I shot an enraged glance up to the passenger side only to see Sly poking his head out of the window.
"Who gave you a license?" he shouted over the sounds of sirens and car engines. Already frustrated with my situation at hand, I angrily motion with my arm for him so move so I could get going myself. He chuckled to himself before shouting again, "Go this way!" he pointed in the direction his teams' van was pointing, "They set up spike strips on the bridge and have the other way blockaded!"
"Alright, thanks! But move the van!" I could go over the spike strips with my tires but didn't feel like getting ambushed by police. I threw the car in reverse and backed up so Murray could move the van. Cooper's van moved just in time for me to put the car back in drive and tearing away before the police caught up. I turned sharply to the right and was soon cruising next to the Cooper van, still pushing one-hundred. We were still being perused by the police and they were gaining quickly. I sped ahead of the van and made another right when I saw the cruisers get in position to pull a pit maneuver. I twisted and turned through the small, dark streets in an attempt to shake my pursuers but to no avail.
That's when I felt the back end of my car swerve ahead of the front of the vehicle and started spinning wildly. I turned the wheel anyway I could think of, trying to regain control of my car but nothing worked. I couldn't help but think of how many times my plans had gone in the toilet and realized they only went bad when I had a run in with the Cooper Gang. I either got hurt somehow or my plans faltered. I knew it wasn't intentional but was still annoying at times. I groaned when my car slid against the side of a brick building and the front impacted with a lamp post. I quickly tore my seatbelt away and grabbed my bag from the passenger seat before jumping over the driver door and bolted for the nearby alleyway. There wasn't much light in the allies but being nocturnal gave an advantage; I could see perfectly and avoided the debris and trash on the path. That's when I realized a problem; the path I was taking lead to a dead end. I slid on my heels and took the small connected and very tight alley. I had gotten halfway through the space when I felt three sharp zaps of electricity hit me in the back. I grimaced when I felt the shock blasts enter my body and my vision blurred. I felt to the ground when I felt a fourth one enter my body. Footsteps and shouting could be heard and I was still dazed. I looked forward towards the exit I was going to take and saw the light become blocked out by a very familiar van. The tall, lengthily shadow quickly got out of the van and quickly made my way to where I was but when the fifth and sixth shot hit me in the back, I let myself fall into darkness.