Now what'd we do?

by Shnorkel

I didn't actually end up liking the way this went down. It's a mash up off two separate crimes Bonnie and Clyde committed. A petty car theft gone wrong and stumbling upon a trap for another criminal, set by the sheriffs. I don't like the mash up however, and I think I'm gonna change it to be more accurate upon the latter, but I thought I'd post anyway and see what people think.

"Now." Clyde's firm voice spoke softly, leaving the vehicle quickly. Bonnie slid across into the drivers seat, watching intently, ready to flee at any given moment. She watches as Clyde pulls his 16 gauge shotgun into aim, pointed at a young male as he steps out of his car. William taps his knee with his fingers nervously, earning an annoyed glance from the red head beside him.

"Give me the keys." Clyde speaks and he watches at the unknown guy raises his hands up, looking around for help. But there was nobody in sight. The Barrow gang weren't stupid, they weren't leaving witnesses. "Gimme the keys!" Clyde shouts at him, getting impatient when the guy refuses to hand them over. Then he makes the mistake of quickly moving for his gun, reaching behind him.

"Look, I don't want any trouble, I just gotta get some milk and-" His mouth drops open, his hands fumbling to his chest, his eyes wide. He doesn't even have time to process what has happened before he drops to the ground. Smoke surrounds the shotgun in Clyde's hands as he lowers it. "I told you to gimme the keys." Clyde speaks cockily, bending to grab the keys from the man's now still hand.

Both Bonnie and William hear the shots firing and Bonnie fumbles with the keys, starting the engine. "Shit." She mumbles. No one was meant to get hurt. She see's the stolen car speed off, leaving dust in it's trail. Clyde has the car and is heading back to their hide out location. She hears more gunshots, looking around quickly as she slams her foot down on the peddle. "William! Stop it! Stop! You're gonna hurt someone!" She keeps one hand on the steering wheel, the other reaching out to smack at William's arm, who was shooting round from his pistol out of the window. He pulls his arm back into the window and she glares at him. Nobody was meant to get hurt.

They get back to the hideout, Bonnie quickly slamming the breaks on, the wheels skidding in the dirt as the car comes to a stop. "Clyde!" She jumps from the car and runs to him, her maroon skirt flowing and her scuffed up black heels crunching against the gravel and dirt. Clyde is standing by the car, pacing and cursing. He stops and looks as Bonnie approaching. "Baby." Clyde holds a finger up at her, to stop her. He knows what she's going to say, but he won't let her. He isn't beating himself up about the murder. Well, okay, he is. "He had a gun. It was him or me." He repeats what is becoming his motto.

"I know." Bonnie sighs, she's coming to terms with the murder. She is about to continue when a shrill cry fills the air and she opens her eyes widely. "Clyde..?" Clyde is back to pacing angrily, his fists flying around as he curse. Bonnie is almost frightened to look in the direction from where the cry has coming from. She knows what that is. She slowly steps towards the car, peeking in at the backseat. Her blue eyes widen, her mouth slowly dropping. "Clyde! There is a baby! You stole a baby!? What are we gonna do with the a baby, Clyde!?" She turns to look at her boyfriend, her jaw clenching, her fists tightening and she punches him firmly in the shoulder. "How stupid can you get Clyde!? Jesus. Killin' a man is one thing, but stealin' a baby!?"

Clyde points towards the car. "I didn't want no baby! I just wanted the car!" Bonnie sucks in a deep breath, looking back at the crying, squirming baby, and shaking her head. "God damn it Clyde. Now what'd we do?"