Hi! M-iikado here!
Studying for finals gets me randomly inspired, so enjoy this Bonnie and Clyde AU (has this been done before? I lack originality, so I'm pretty sure it has...) while I go back to crying in a corner, wondering what is my life.
Fair warning; I'll also be uploading this simultaneously on AO3 ( Miikado) and on Tumblr ( Schizomiikado).
Warning: Rated T so far for a lot of unnecessary swearing, but the rating might go up at some point, maybe.
Disclaimer: Obviously I own nothing, since this is a fan-fiction website. Hiccup is from How To Train Your Dragon, Jack is from Rise Of The Guardians, and both of those movies belong to Dreamworks.
You've read the story of Jesse James
of how he lived and died.
If you're still in need;
of something to read,
here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde.
Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang
I'm sure you all have read.
how they rob and steal;
and those who squeal,
are usually found dying or dead.
There's lots of untruths to these write-ups;
they're not as ruthless as that.
their nature is raw;
they hate all the law,
the stool pigeons, spotters and rats.
They call them cold-blooded killers
they say they are heartless and mean.
But I say this with pride
that I once knew Clyde,
when he was honest and upright and clean.
But the law fooled around;
kept taking him down,
and locking him up in a cell.
Till he said to me;
"I'll never be free,
so I'll meet a few of them in hell"
The road was so dimly lighted
there were no highway signs to guide.
But they made up their minds;
if all roads were blind,
they wouldn't give up till they died.
The road gets dimmer and dimmer
sometimes you can hardly see.
But it's fight man to man
and do all you can,
for they know they can never be free.
From heart-break some people have suffered
from weariness some people have died.
But take it all in all;
our troubles are small,
till we get like Bonnie and Clyde.
If a policeman is killed in Dallas
and they have no clue or guide.
If they can't find a fiend,
they just wipe their slate clean
and hang it on Bonnie and Clyde.
There's two crimes committed in America
not accredited to the Barrow mob.
They had no hand;
in the kidnap demand,
nor the Kansas City Depot job.
A newsboy once said to his buddy;
"I wish old Clyde would get jumped.
In these awfull hard times;
we'd make a few dimes,
if five or six cops would get bumped"
The police haven't got the report yet
but Clyde called me up today.
He said,"Don't start any fights;
we aren't working nights,
we're joining the NRA."
From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
is known as the Great Divide.
Where the women are kin;
and the men are men,
and they won't "stool" on Bonnie and Clyde.
If they try to act like citizens
and rent them a nice little flat.
About the third night;
they're invited to fight,
by a sub-gun's rat-tat-tat.
They don't think they're too smart or desperate
they know that the law always wins.
They've been shot at before;
but they do not ignore,
that death is the wages of sin.
Some day they'll go down together
they'll bury them side by side.
To few it'll be grief,
to the law a relief
but it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.
— The Trail's End, Bonnie Parker
That morning, Hiccup was feeling particularly restless.
Everything around him seemed to clash with his current mood. The air was soft, warm on his skin, with only a slight breeze blowing on the back his neck. The sky was clear, bathing everything in the bright light of a vivid sun. The people walking past him in the street seemed surprisingly cheerful, considering it was a Monday afternoon.
Everyone seemed to be positively affected by the weather, allowing the mild April warmth to brighten up their mood and lift their spirit.
Hiccup, on the other hand, was too anxious to notice any of that.
He boy lifted his head, looking over to the massive white building he was standing in front of. It was huge, with marble stairs leading to a great wooden door framed by two gigantic columns. Over the entrance, carved in the stone in big golden letters were written two words that sent chills of apprehension and excitement down the brunet's spine.
NATIONAL BANK
Hiccup felt his stomach twist, only then realizing how ridiculously small he was compared to the building. For a moment he closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. He clutched the strap of the backpack he had thrown over his shoulder, and took a deep breath.
It was always the same thing. The day before, he'd start over-thinking every little thing that could possibly go wrong, and proceed to traumatize himself until he couldn't fall asleep. And when the day would finally come, he'd always feel like utter shit. His mouth was dry, he had a bitter taste in the back of his throat, his hands were sweaty and his brain was telling him to run fast, run far, and never come back.
Every. Single. Time.
But, no matter how ridiculously anxious he felt, he had done this countless times before. He was ready, and everything would go just fine, he knew that.
After all, this wasn't his first time robbing a bank.
The boy stepped inside the building, trying to look as natural as possible which, he had to admit, wasn't easy for him. He was naturally awkward in public, even when he wasn't about to steal thousands of dollars.
He quickly got into the line, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he looked around the hall. There were a couple of customers—relatively few considering that all the office-workers were probably still stuck behind their computer screens at their job— and five opened desks. The brunet spotted three cameras, and only one security guard.
This was going to be easier than he had planned.
The cameras each covered a different angle, and it wouldn't be hard to slip into their blind spot. Now all he had to do was walk past the—
Just as Hiccup was thinking of a way to bypass the security guard's vigilance, he noticed the white-haired man—barely older than he was, from the looks of it— standing next to a desk, making quite a fuss. He wasn't a typical angry client making a complaint a bit too loudly. In fact, although Hiccup couldn't hear exactly what he was talking about, it was easy to see that the man was clearly enjoying whatever was going on. He was laughing loudly, and seemed a bit obnoxious and rude, but the brunet wasn't one to judge, especially since the stranger's peculiar behavior seemed enough to capture the security guard's attention.
Hiccup took that as his queue, and didn't miss his chance to slip into a door marked 'employees only' while no one was watching.
Once the door was closed safely behind him, he took a second to lean against the wall, sliding to the floor, and let out the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. He held his legs against his chest, pressing his forehead against his knees as he took deep breaths, slowly, fighting the urge to throw up.
This was always the part he hated the most. Getting inside the building was risky, and he cursed his lack of body-strength, that could have avoided him an entrance at the sight of all. But he was inside, out of the cameras' view, and reasonably safe. The rest was a piece of cake.
Hiccup stood up and with one swift motion, slid his bag off his shoulder. He glanced at the time on his watch. 4:18 pm.
The person responsible of watching the camera screens would be on a break for another 12 minutes, which left the brunet with approximately 17 minutes to do what he had to do before the alarms went off, and 14 extra minutes to get the hell out of here before the police arrived—12 minutes if the traffic was fluid.
29 minutes total. More time than he needed.
The boy gave a quick glance around, and pulled out his phone. He pressed various buttons, the clicking sound mixed with the greenish glow of the screen, and finally found the map of the building. He had memorised it the day before, but didn't want to enter the wrong room by accident.
He walked down the narrow halls, his hasty steps echoing on the marble floor, until he found himself in front of a metal door. Without the slightest hesitation, he plugged his phone to the digital box set next to the door, and tweaked at the device for a second until a soft ringing sound erupted, and the door unlocked.
He walked fast, silently, past a couple more doors, each with a different code, harder to crack each time. But that didn't stop him the least, and in seconds he was through.
In less than 7 minutes —a personal best— he was standing in front of the large circular door of the main vault. Hiccup dropped his bag on the floor, pulled out his laptop, and plugged it to the lock. It took him seconds to access the security codes, and he was pleased to see that there were only 3 locks. He silently thanked the blissful innocence of rural folks, who made his job so much easier.
It took a few minutes of frantic tapping on the keyboard, but soon the first lock gave way, and he began working on the second one.
While the brunet's eyes were focused on the laptop screen, his mind was slightly distracted by the twists of his stomach, reminding him of the imminent danger of the situation. Even though everything had gone according to the plan so far—even exceeding his expectations in some aspects—he had to stay on his guard, and be ready to flee at any given time.
Hiccup had never been much of a risk-taker... Not more than was required for the job, anyway. He only did what he knew best, and what he knew were computers. Codes and numbers made much more sense to him and small talks and human interactions, and he could easily hack into virtually anything that had wires.
His morals weren't as lose as expected for a bank-robber. He didn't want to hurt anyone, he didn't even carry a proper weapon with him, other than a pretty powerful taser-gun. No, but the reward was too tempting not to give it a shot. It was easy money, nothing more. And gods did he need that...
The laptop beeped a couple of times, and the boy grinned, standing up and walking to the vault. He grabbed the large handle and took a deep breath before pulling. The door opened effortlessly in a whisper of metallic friction.
Hiccup laughed out loud, a wide smile stretching on his lips. The vault was full of green wads of bills pilled on top of one another, just begging to be taken by someone. And that someone would be him.
Not wasting anymore time, he stuffed the bills in his bag, keeping a careful eye on the clock. He still had about 7 minutes to collect as much money as he could before getting the hell out. The brunet had a hard time containing his smile. He would be out and free before anyone noticed he was even there.
His gloating was suddenly interrupted by a loud scream coming from the main hall.
Hiccup froze.
Immediately, he stuffed his laptop in his bag, threw it over his shoulder, and was out the door. He could hear screaming and what could've been... a gunshot? The boy's mind vaguely wondered what was going on, but he quickly dismissed the thought and focused on his escape.
He couldn't have been noticed, not just yet, but there was definitely something going on that was causing enough of a ruckus to put him in danger.
He ran down the dimly lit halls, opposite to where he came from. He couldn't leave from the main entrance, not when he wasn't 100% certain he hadn't been seen by anyone. His rushed steps echoed on the marble floor, but he sound was numbed by the buzzing in the Hiccup's ear.
He didn't noticed the other person running towards him until they violently ran into each other, and fell on the floor from the impact.
Hiccup's breath was expelled out of his lungs as his back hit the marble tiles, and he gasped for air. His head shot up when he realised what had happened.
I'm front of him, sitting a few feel away and rubbing his obviously painful elbows, was a boy he immediately recognized as being the one that had caused a commotion in the hall, earlier. His white hair was in the way, and most of his face was covered by a surgical-like mask with a snowflake sown on the side, but when he finally looked up, Hiccup was taken aback by the vivid shade of blue of his eyes.
The two boys stared at each other in shock for a while, until the brunet finally remembered where he was, and he jumped on his feet.
« What the fuck are you doing here? » he barked, grabbing his bag and putting a hand on his taser gun, just in case.
« I—err » the other pulled of the mask, leaving it to dangle around his neck, and looked just as confused as he was. Hiccup noticed the brown paper bag that had spilled on the floor, revealing countless hundred-dollar bills.
« Shit » This couldn't be good.
Hiccup was about to flee when he heard the voices and steps running towards them.
« Shit » the other male repeated, pushing himself up.
Hiccup didn't think twice. He grabbed the man's wrist, and ran in the other direction, cursing the gods. He had been so stupid! He had been taken aback by the gunshot coming from the hall, and had completely forgotten to put on a mask. Now this random dude had not only set off the security alarms, but seen his face as well. He had no other choice, he'd deal with him when they were both safe outside.
They ran down the halls, into the stair case. The white-haired man was about to go down, but Hiccup pulled him up towards the top floors, climbing the steps three at the time.
« What are you doing? » the other called, following behind « The exit's the other way! »
« Just shut up and follow me! »
They reached the top floor, and Hiccup kicked the door open, accessing the roof of the building. He quickly leaned over the edge, sizing up the distance between them and the pavement, twelve floors down. It was a pretty consequent height, and Hiccup made a mental note to try not to fall.
« What are you doing? » the other male hissed, snatching his hand away from the smaller boy's grip. « We're supposed to get the fuck out of the building! If they come look for us hear, we're screwed! »
« I know that! » Hiccup yelled back, not too fond of the other's tone « Do I really look stupid enough to get myself trapped on a rooftop like a moron? » He sighed when he saw the white-haired male's eyebrows knit together, pondering « Please don't answer that » the brunet said, shaking his head « Just follow my lead and everything will be fine »
The man took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest, waiting for instructions. When Hiccup nodded, and walked to the other side of the roof, he noticed that the adjacent building was only a few feet away, and could easily be reached with a little run-up. He let out a laugh.
« Wow, clever » he said, smirking. If they could jump over the gap between the two buildings, they could climb down the escape ladder on the other side and reach the streets without being noticed. It was risky, but it could very well work.
Hiccup gave an awkward smile, and threw his bag over the edge, cringing when it crashed violently on the other side of the roof. He then took a few steps back, inhaled deeply before launching himself off the edge.
During the few seconds where he was in mid-air, Hiccup considered how this had been a terrible idea. He didn't think there was a dignified way to die—death was always grotesque—but being reduced to puddle on the pavement was a particularly nasty way to go. But before he had time to regret his action, his feet reached the edge of the roof, and he was safe.
He took deep breaths, bending over with his hands on his knees. When his heart stopped feeling like it could pounce out of his chest any second, he stood up and turned to the other man staring at him with wide eyes.
« Give me your bag » Hiccup called, holding out his hands
« No way, I'm not stupid » the man scoffed « You're going to take the money and leave me there, stuck on a roof »
The brunet sighed « The bag's going to make you lose your balance, and I'd rather not have your death on my hands » he said « Besides if I wanted to abandon you, I could've done it before, when you were about to walk straight towards the cops »
« I wasn't— »
Hiccup pointed to the streets, where policemen were walking in the bank, fully armed, through the exit the other male had planned on using as an escape-way. The man frowned. The brunet was obviously insane. But however crazy he suspected him to be, his planned had worked so far…
« Might as well » he shrugged, gesturing for the other to step aside.
He clunched the paper bag close to his chest, and jumped over the edge. His foot easily reached the other roof, but the extra weight made him loose balance, and he felt his body tip towards the void. His mind went blank for a moment, until he felt a hand grab his own and pull him over the edge, to safety.
The man tried catching his breath, feeling his knees weaken, barely supporting his body anymore. He laughed breathlessly, shaking his head.
« Thanks man » he chuckled « That wouldn't have ended well without you »
« I told you to toss the bag, first… » Hiccup frowned « Now let's go »
They didn't waste anymore time, and climbed down the escape ladder. In a few short minutes, they were standing on solid grown, in an isolated alley between the bank and the nearby building.
The white-haired man gave a look around and, when he saw no sign of any police force in that area, laughed again, surprised that the brunet's plan had actually worked. He turned around, about to bid the other goodbye, when the boy grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pushing him against a wall and tripping him over so that he was on his knees. He looked down at him in anger, his forearm crushing the other's windpipe as his free hand held the taser-gun menacingly close to the man's crotch.
« So what's your deal? » the boy hissed « How on earth did you end up here and should I be expecting any more idiots like you? »
« What? » the man breathed out, confused
« Don't play dumb with me, fuck-face! Did you— » his pressed his arm harder against the other's throat, earning a painful cry « —or did you not know that I would be there today? » Before the man could answer, Hiccup brought the taser at eye-lever, making it snap in the air a few times, then released the trigger and dug the tip between the other's legs, showing that he meant business, and would't hesitate to fire a very painful electric shot right in his crotch. « Don't try lying to me » he hissed.
« Dude, chill! » the man tried to laugh, but his voice stuck in his throat and came out a bit squeaky « This was just a crazy coincidence! I had no idea anyone else would be robbing that exact same bank today! » he frowned « Trust me this wasn't a pleasant surprise for me neither »
Hiccup glared at the man, but released him anyway. He grabbed his bag from the floor, threw it over his shoulder, and walked away. But, much to his discontent, the other followed behind.
« What do you want? » he spat, turning to face the man « I don't know if you noticed, but this isn't a typical 'let's get all chatty and become best buds' kind of situation. I already wasted enough time on you, now I'd like to get the hell out of here »
The man chuckled, but lifted an eyebrow when he saw the brunet walk into the busy streets, away from the bank's parking lot.
« Wait, you're leaving by foot? » he asked
« Not that it's any of you're business » Hiccup sighed « But my car broke down a few days ago, and I needed money to buy a new one »
« Aren't you afraid to get caught, walking around with a buttload of cash right after a robbery? »
« I'll be fine, if you stop following me around all the time » he frowned « You'll get us noticed »
The man grabbed the brunet's wrist, and he spun around angrily, glaring daggers at him.
« What now? » he hissed
« Listen » the white-haired man said « I know I doubted you back then, but you actually saved my ass from jail, so the least I can do is repay that debt » he noticed the brunet staring at the bag under his arm and he chuckled « No not like that! I have a car a few blocks south, let me at least drive you to the nearest city where you'll be able to buy a car »
Hiccup started at him suspiciously, pondering.
« Fine » he sighed « But I still don't trust you, so no funny business »
« Dude, noted! » the man smirked, throwing his hands up in defense « I don't want to get my balls tasered »
Hiccup repressed a smile and nodded, following the man who had apparently become his unexpected travelling companion down the streets, all the while wondering if he wasn't making a terrible mistake.
AN: Whoosh, there you go! I hope you enjoyed it so far! Next chapter probably won't be up for another 2-3 weeks, because, y'know, finals are sucking the life out of me.
Now, please make note that English isn't my native language. French is. So I'm sorry if I make any mistake. I'll be very greatful if you kindly point them out to me. Just don't be an ass about it.
Also, I know my writing pretty much sucks, but if you're interested, I'm opened to prompts and suggestions for short-stories and drabbles. If you have any idea, please leave them in my ask-box on tumblr ( schizomiikado) and I'll get to it as soon as I'm done with college work :)
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