Dez

I type the keyboards at a incredible amount of speed. I don't even have to look at the keyboards. I know the keyboard by heart. My eyes focus on the computer screen. The numbers and letters appearing every time I press a key. It only takes a few seconds and Im done. I look over my work and smirk.

I press enter...

Just like that. I hacked into someone's bank account. Score! I took out at least one million dollars. Awesome right? I smile and shut off my computer and got up. This is what I do and what Im good at. Im a hacker. Ive never been caught. I was about to get caught once but that was a long time ago. Ive been pretty cool at it.

And no, Im not a bad person. Although, you may think I am bad for stealing this money but you don't understand. I only steal from the rich and give to the poor who really need it. Kinda like my favorite hero of all time, Robin Hood. Im not selfish to just keep all the money. I have a heart, you know? Geez, people these days. Am I right? No? Okay then. Tough crowd...

Oh! Where are my manners!? I totally forgot to introduce myself. Im Dez Wade. Yes, Im related to Dwayne Wade. Awesome, right? Anyways, Im 18 years old and Im a senior. I still go to school and live my normal life. I have no friends and I don't have a girlfriend. Well, except my computer. She's my baby.

I like to dress in some crazy colorful clothes. I can't help it. It's so colorful! I love it! Oh and I just love suspenders! They are the best. I would never live without them. I also have a backpack that fits almost everything. No joke. I pulled out a ham, ice sculpture of my mom, my pet chicken Clucky, an anchor, another backpack, a hard helmet, and a little boy out of it. I think his name was Nelson. Oh well. I have no idea how he got in their... Yup, no idea. My backpack has a mind of it's own. It just eats random things.

"Dez?" I hear my mom say. Crap! I quickly jump on my bed and pretend Im asleep. I hear her open the door and a couple of seconds later, she closes it again. I sigh and get back up. Just so you know, no one knows Im a hacker. I plan to keep it that way forever. I just hack for the fun of it. It's not the end of the world for me. Plus, Im doing good deeds for people who need money. It's a win win. Except for the one's Im taking the money from. Which are the rich ones. Yeah, sorry not sorry.

Ive been hacking for a long while now. I think I started when I was six. I was playing this game on the computer and I kept losing. I grew frustrated and decided to learn how to hack it. I guess I just enjoyed hacking that stupid and annoying game that I taught myself how to hack more bigger stuff. It came in handy a lot. It could save me from a life and death emergency. You never know.

Im really good at technology. Ive always had a spark for filming and photography. I wanted to be a director or as I like to call it, film maker. Ive had so many amazing ideas but Ill never get to let them all out for people to enjoy it. It's a shame that my talent is going to waste. Ill always think back and regret that I didn't become who I wanted. But life isn't easy. Take it from me.

Being bullied every single day.

Being called 'Ginger' or 'Redhead'.

Being called weird and crazy or a freak.

Being punched, kicked, or pushed in the hallways.

Being the one to cover scars.

Being afraid of going near a certain place or group.

Being criticized by every move you make.

Being the one to clean up a mess after someone just spilled food on you.

Being the one to be left alone without any friends.

Being the one who just wants to be loved.

Yeah, that's just some of the reasons my life is crap.

Because everyone makes my life crap.

So yeah, you can say Im a little crazy... Okay, Im completely crazy... And weird... But this is me and my life. So, welcome to my world...

Trish

I smirk at the beautiful diamond necklace. I have to have it. I walk in the jewelry store. Immediately the lady comes and stands in front of me. I almost snap at her to move but I bite my tongue. "Hello there! My name is Clara! Welcome to Jewel's Jewelry! How may I help you today!?" she says- more like shouts - to me. I hold back a curse and my hands turn into a ball of fists. I really don't want her to annoy me right now.

"Im fine." I say through gritted teeth. "Nonsense, let me help! What are you looking for!?" she shouts again. Man, she's very cheery. It makes me throw up in my mouth. "Nothing, now can you please go away." I say a little harshly. She doesn't notice. "Ill be at the register if you need me! My name's Clara if you forgot! Remember when you tell it to the manager!" then she walks back to the register. I smile and walk over to the jewelry.

I look around and see no one. I look up and see cameras. Damn it! I think for a moment. I have three options. One, knock the camera down and grab the jewelry and run. Two, I just grab the jewelry and run. Three, I leave the jewelry. Ha! Yeah right! Im getting the jewelry. But if I knock the camera they won't have evidence but the alarm will turn on. If I don't, they have evidence and the alarm will not turn on. Screw it.

I grab my water bottle and throw it at the camera. The alarm sounds and I grab as much jewelry as I can and stuff it in my bra. Then Im about to run but Clara stands in front of me. "What happened!?" she yells. I shrug innocently. "This man stole some jewelry and ran but not before knocking down the camera. You need to catch him or you'll be fired." I warn. And she falls for it. She gasps and runs to call the mall cop. I smirk and walk off but not before grabbing the diamond necklace I wanted in the first place. Why is this so easy? Oh right, because some people are complete idiots.

Like Clara.

Man, she was annoying.

Im Patricia Maria De La Rosa by the way. Call me Trish. As you may notice, Im a thief. Im the most wanted one. Ive never been caught in my life. Suckers. Im 23 years old and I take what I what, whenever I want. You can say Im selfish, I really don't care. No one has really cared about me anyways. Why should I even bother to care about anything? I live with my aunt who doesn't waste any of her time on me. She's alcoholic. My parents were too.

They hated me. But I don't blame them.

I had a brother. JJ was his name. He was your typical, innocent, little boy. He was only 8. He loved magic tricks. I would always show him some new tricks every time I got home from school. My parents wouldn't be there because of work. They always, worked. One day, I decided to walk JJ to the ice cream shop since my parents weren't home as usual and we were both hungry and craving some. I told him to wait at our usual spot at the table while I got us the ice cream cones. When I walked back, he wasn't in our usual spot. I looked around to see if he was sitting somewhere else.

But he wasn't.

I dropped the ice creams and began to look for him everywhere. I searched through the whole street and nearby shops. Soon, I had no choice but to call the cops.

My parents were furious. The cops spent hours looking for him. Then it turned to days, then nights, then weeks, then months, then years. But I don't think they bothered looking for him. We gave up. It broke my family apart. My parents started drinking and every night they would yell at me telling me how it was all my fault that JJ went missing. I didn't believe them. They are the one's who shouldn't be working all the time. We would have gotten ice cream as a family and JJ would have still been right here with us. Safe and sound. But soon, after every night of yelling and screaming...

I believed them...

After many nights of cooking food for myself, I realized we were going broke. My parents spent their money of beers and other alcohol drinks. They lost their jobs because of the disappearance of JJ. I had no idea how to get enough money to support us. I started worrying for myself. I didn't want to starve or be homeless. I didn't want to suffer because of my parents. I started being selfish. I realized that if my parents hate me, then I shouldn't even care about them. So I secretly got a job. It was at a small cafe. But it barely got me the money I needed. I kept getting fired or quitting.

When I was walking down the aisle at the grocery shop, I saw a chocolate bar. I wanted it. But I didn't have the money to buy it. So, I just took it and hid it in my boot. I paid for the things I could buy and left. I returned and did it again. Soon, it became a habit. I stole bigger and expensive things. So, I became a thief. My parents soon, moved onto drugs and overdosed. It broke me. But I quickly recovered because I hated them anyways. Since my parents were dead I had no option but to go to a relative. So I had to live with my aunt who doesn't even care about me.

I kept stealing and getting jobs and getting fired or quitting. Nothing ever happens in my life. A few years ago, I dreamed of the most wildest dreams you can't possibly imagine. Being famous or working with famous people. Being rich and have a family. A husband who actually cares about me, two kids who would also care, and 4 grandchildren who would care as well. But not just care.

Love.

That word that had so much meaning but then, meant nothing...

Who would love a thief? Or better yet, what thief would love anyone? Thief or not, I didn't believe in such thing. In my world, love doesn't exist. Money, cruelty, and greed was my world. So I guess,

Welcome to my world...

Austin

Oh hell no!

I spit on his face. He grunts and let's me go to wipe it off. I fix my wrinkled collar. "You're gonna regret that!" he shouts angrily. I smirk and he throws a punch which I duck easily. I punch him in the face and he falls to the floor. I kick him in the ribs and he grunts again. "You son of a- AHH!" he hold his nose where I just punched him.

"Next time, stay out of my fucking way." I snap at him and walk off. I get out a cigarette and lighter. I light the cigarette and smoke it. I put my sunglasses on and shoot a random chick a flirtatious smile. She sends me it back. I smirk and keep walking until I get to my small apartment. I walk in and go to my fridge to grab a beer. I sit down and watch some T.V.

You can call me a bad boy or whatever. Im a criminal. Ive done a lot of bad things you can't even imagine. Yes, Ive even killed people before. Ive been to jail about 7 times already. I keep escaping. I haven't been caught in months. But I keep popping up on the news. They say to keep a watch out for me and stay alert and blah blah blah. There is no way I want to go back to that hell hole. Memories of that place run through my head.

"Well, well, well. Look at what we have here." Victor smirks as he eyes me. "Fuck off, Victor." I warn. His smirk grow wider. "That wouldn't be much fun, would it?" he says before punching me in the stomach. I grunt and hold my stomach falling to the floor. I cough up blood. I glare at him and knock him to the floor. I punch him in the face multiple times leaving his face bloody. Soon, the guard unlocked our cage and went to separate us. I took the chance and punched him in the face as well. I quickly grabbed his keys and ran out.

I locked them both in bars. "How does it feel to be trapped in a cage, bitch?" I smirk at the guard before running off.

That was the last time I escaped. I don't want to go back to that jerk, Victor. He always picked on me but I learned to defend myself. Jail made me a bad ass. Everything in my life shaped me as I am now. You know the stories of a poor little boy. His parents killed right in front of him. The little poor boy had to go to foster homes and all that shit. Well, that was me. Kinda... Yes, I saw my parents die right in front of me. The murderer?

Me...

That's right.

I killed my parents.

You probably think Im crazy, right? You're right. Well, I regret killing them. I was furious that night when my parents told me they were sending me to some boarding school. I had no idea why they would do that. When I was a boy, I was so innocent and fragile. As soon as I pulled that damn gun trigger, I became this huge mess.

It was the beginning of hell.

The police came, they saw me and thought I was innocent. It was no biggie. They sent me to foster homes which I easily got out of. I scared the shit out of every family I came across. Soon, I did illegal things. It got me arrested. Like I said, I kept escaping from jail.

Anyways, the things I got arrested for is shocking for some people I guess. I got arrested for stealing, murder, speeding, kidnapping, and jaywalking. The last one is pretty funny. I was just walking down the street and next thing I know, Im tackled on the floor with an angry ass cop on top of me. Yeah, that wasn't my best day.

Damn it! I forgot! Im Austin Monica Moon by the way. I hate my middle name. I gotta be honest. Austin Moon is a cool name. Monica screwed it up. Couldn't I get a better middle name? Better yet, not get a middle name? Im 25 years old and still without a girlfriend. Not that I care that I don't have a girlfriend...

Okay, fine. I do. I get lonely a lot. I don't have friends for goodness sakes! I feel like a loner. But seriously, who would date a man that killed his parents and got arrested like 7 times already. That's right. No one. And no one ever will. I completely ruined my life. I go to clubs and drink and do drugs and have one night stands.

I never thought I would do this stuff. Who would have thought Id end up here. I always thought I would be a famous singer, dancer, and musician. Millions of people would come to see me. Girls would want me. Guys would want to BE me. But no, I just had to pull that trigger and lead my life here.

I sigh.

Now, that I rambled on about my life and what not, I just have to say one thing.

Welcome to my fucked up world...

Ally

I frantically run down the hallways. I bump into someone on the way and knock his papers all over the place. "Sorry!" I apologize and keep running down the hallway. When I get to the office, Im all out of breath. "I. Am. So. Sorry. I will never happen again, I swear!" I say to the boss. He smiles warmly. "Ally, it's fine. I know how busy your schedule is. Besides, you're only 3 minuets late." he responds. "Thanks, Jimmy." I sit down on the couch. He takes out some files from his cabinet.

"Alright, since you finished your last case so early, Im gonna make it a bit harder for you." he says taking out three files. "Hit me with your best shot." I smirk. He hands me the files. I open the first. "Your first case is a hacker." he says. I roll my eyes. "Child's play." I mutter. I look over the file and it's picture. It shows a red head. He looks young. I look at the information and I was right. He's only 18 years old.

"Why is he so young? He can't be a hacker." I keep looking through the papers. "We know, but he's dangerous. He's taken millions of dollars from bank accounts. We don't know what he uses the money for. He's hard to track though." he explains. I nod and read everything. Apparently, his name was Dez Wade. They are still wondering if he was related to Dwayne Wade. He probably isn't. There isn't much info about him. The only useful information is that he goes to Marino High. I used to go there. Cool.

"Okay, Im on that case." I open up the second file. "This is a thief." he says making me groan. "Jimmy, why are these cases so easy?" I whine. "Believe me, Ally. It's not going to be easy tracking them." he warns. I ignore him and read. Patricia De La Rosa. Age 23. Brother missing. Parents overdosed. Under aunt's custody. This girl is in pain. I could tell.

"Alright, next." I go through the last file. "This one is quiet interesting." Jimmy sits down. I read it and my eyes widen. "Austin Monica Moon. Age 25. Parents murdered. Arrested for murder, stealing, kidnapping, speeding, and jaywalking?" The last one almost made me giggle. "Yup, he's escaped 7 times already." I shake my head. "Let me get this straight. When I arrest him, he will possible escape again?"

"No, we have decided to lock him in a special place." he says. I chuckle. "Where? Area 51-AHH!" He covers my mouth with his hand. "Never say it out loud." he whispers. I roll my eyes and nod. "Anyways, are you in?" he asks. I sigh. "Yeah, sure. Whatever." I give him the files back. "Great, good luck." he says. I stand up and walk out the door to my office.

Sorry, I was in a hurry to get to the office that I forgot to introduce myself. Im Allyson Marie Dawson. I work for the FBI. But a really secret part of the FBI. Ive trained ever since I was in kindergarden. Ive trained in boot camps all over the world. It's exhausting but worth it. I learned to flip someone at age 6. I learned to shoot a gun at age 8. I learned to paralyze people at age 13. But not that serious that will keep them paralyzed for life though, only for a couple of hours. I learned mostly everything I needed to know. I only did this for the safety of innocent people.

Im 25 years old and I live on my own now. The only reason why Im in the FBI is because of my dad. He was a worker here. He unfortunately had a big accident at one of his missions. There was an explosion and he was there. He didn't make it. I wasn't alone though. I had my mom. She doesn't work for the FBI, instead she writes books. She's one of the best authors around. A few of her books became movies which was cool. I went to the movie premiers and walked the red carpet. Since her career got bigger, she traveled a lot. I couldn't go with her most times. Right now she's in Africa working on a gorilla book. She's studying them and I have to say, it's pretty cool.

Most of the times, I wished to be something else that wasn't an FBI worker. Like a marine biologist. I mean seriously! There is still a big part of the ocean we haven't discovered yet and there might be new species of fishes or sharks or underwater animals that we thought were extinct. Or a doctor. I always wanted to save a life. But most of all, I wanted to be a performer. I write songs sometimes but I want to sing them. Singing on stage in front of millions of people and getting to travel the world would be a dream come true. I do travel the world with missions but I don't get to tour around and stay long though.

"Hey, Ally!" my co-worker yells. I smile and walk over. "Hey Kira." I greet. She high fives me. "So what's today's mission?" she asks. "I got 3 this time." We walk down the hallway. "Obviously. I mean really! You're the best worker here. He's going to be tough on you." she says. "I know. But the missions are so easy."

"For you. For me, it's like slaying a giant dragon with a toothpick while being blindfolded and hoping on one leg with butter all over the floor!" she says. I raise an eyebrow. "Uh? Your dad gives you easy jobs, Kira. Like getting him coffee and inspecting around for anything suspicious." I chuckle. "Why are you laughing?" she crosses her arms. "First of all, I chuckled not laughed. Second, it's because it's funny. Your daddy is just looking after you." She pouts. "Well, Ill show you that I can get harder jobs." I roll my eyes. "Good luck."

"ALLY!" I jump at the sound of my name being yelled in my ear. "Did you have to yell my name in my ear? By the time Im 30, Ill be deaf." I glare at them. They smile sheepishly. "We just wanted our paycheck." Valentine says. I shake my head and smile. "You guys are so overdramatic about you paycheck, I swear." I mumble. "Alright, Cassidy, Dallas, Elliot, Skylar, Kira, Jay J., and Valentina." I pass them all out. They rip the envelopes up greedily. "Ill be in my office." I tell them. They nod and continue to read their amounts.

When I get to my office, I sit at my desk and think about my three missions. Dez Wade, Patricia Maria De La Rosa, and Austin Monica Moon. Wow, I feel bad for him. Who names their son Monica? I almost laugh out loud. Gosh, I love this job. The missions seem okay. Ive had harder. Like I stopped another terrorist from attacking. If I wasn't there, there would have been another 9/11. So it's pretty cool. In all, I think this job is nice. Not too much or little. I have what I need. Even though, I daydream of being a performer and making and selling albums and performing concerts and shows and... Im just gonna stop right there. Hehe...

So...

Welcome To My World?...

Hello fanfictioners! I hope you enjoyed the prologue! This is my first rated-T story. Just to let you guys know I don't cuss. Ever. I just decided to do this because guess what today is? My 1 year fanfiction account anniversary! So I wanted to take my writing to the next level. So Im sorry If I make Austin cuss a lot. Anyways, Im so proud of the writer Ive become. If you have read my first story (THE PLAYER) then you would know how better writer I am now. This story will be longer chapters than I have written before. You guys deserve the best. Thanks for all your support. I couldn't have done it without you guys!

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