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Destined For Crime

Chapter One: Meeting

"This is a stick up!" shouted the woman. "Don't fuckin move! Do what the fuck I say and no one will get hurt!"

"NO!" shouted a man. She swung around and saw a young man with a gun in his hand and rage on his face.

"Get the fuck on the ground!" she shouted at him.

"NO! I was robbin this place dammit! Fuck off it's mine!" he shouted at her in his Cockney English accent.

"What?" she asked him, nearly lowering her gun in confusion. He didn't have the chance to answer, the owner of the gas station had pulled out his shotgun and fired at them. Damn near taking off the Englishman's head. The two dropped and hid together behind a magazine rack.

"Good job dickhead. Now neither of us are getting shit are we?" she said to him.

"Oh fuck you. I was here first anyway."

"What's the plan then?"

"Plan? What makes you think my plan includes you?"

"Because you put me in this situation."

"And?"

"Well, its your fault. So, you should help me."

"Fuck off."

"Please? I can't get arrested for this. I only just got off probation. They won't even give me a trial after this."

"Not my problem. I'll get deported." he stopped momentarily to fire at the clerk so that he wouldn't make his way back to their hiding place.

"We gotta get out of here." she said.

"Fine. I'll help you get out. After that you leave me the fuck alone and don't ever get in my way again. Got it?"

"Sure. What's the plan?"

"Don't have one."

"So what do we do?"

"Run like hell."

"When?"

"Now." They both got up and sprinted around to the other side of the store and by busting the window they jumped out of the building. The woman tried to go the other way but the Englishman grabbed her arm.

"I've got a car. Come on."

She nodded and followed him to his car. They got in and he put the key in the ignition. The car rumbled to life and he took off at full speed. After about three minutes of speeding in that direction he dropped to the speed limit.

"Why are you slowing down?" she asked him.

"Because, if the cops pass and see us speeding it'll be obvious that we were the ones that tried to rob the gas station. If we're going the speed limit they won't think anything of it."

"Oh. Okay. So, what now?"

"I was gonna ask you the same thing."

"Well, I've got no where to go."

"Not my problem." he replied but his voice was soft and somewhat reluctant.

"You do this regularly?"

"Kinda. Why?"

"This was my second stick up. I get a huge rush out of it and can't imagine not doing it. Maybe we could be partners?"

"I don't know about that." he answered as he pulled into a local park. He stayed in the direction of the part of the park near the woods.

"Why not." she asked. Totally oblivious to the fact that he was taking her to a potentially brilliant burial ground.

"Because. I work alone. And I don't think we would get along well enough."

"You haven't even given it a chance."

"Don't want to."

"Why not?"

"Will you ever stop with the questions?"

"Not until they get answered."

"Why not?" he asked her as he stopped the car. It was pitch black in all directions.

"Where are we?"

"Should've payed attention to where the man you only just met was taking you."

"What are we doing out here?" she asked nervously. Her grip on her gun tightened.

"Deciding on what to do with you." he said as he turned to face her. He had an amused look on his face and the shadow of a grin.

"What do you mean by that?"

He answered by getting out of the car and opening the left back seat's door. He reached in and pushed everything on the seat unto the floor. The he settled himself and shut the door. He leaned forward to the hole between the two front seats.

"You wanna release the grip on that gun of yours?" he asked her with a small smile on his face. A grin matching his formed on her face and she dropped it unto the driver's seat. He put his hands on both sides of her face but didn't have the chance to pull her to him as she pressed her lips to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her into the backseat with him where they quickly became very acquanted with each other. As they littered the back seat with each other's clothing their Bonnie and Clyde adventure began.