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Cigarettes and Vanilla
Prologue
I hadn't ever pictured myself in this situation before. Why should I have? I wasn't a trouble maker, I volunteered regularly, kept my grades up and advocated for the animals. This was all too soon. I was supposed go on Broadway, win a Tony, lose my virginity. I can't die a virgin!
"Stop squirming."
My breathe hitches and I close my eyes tightly at the feel of sharp metal edging closer into my neck. The groceries have long since been forgotten, laying strewn out on the wet asphalt of the parking lot. Honestly, this is my fault really. If I had just waited till after school tomorrow to pick up flour and sugar for those damn cookies.
"You're out awfully late you know." She smells like cigarettes and vanilla. An odd combination maybe, but it seems to work on her. "Why?"
"I don't see why that's any of your concern," I say. "Why it matters to you I don't know, seeing as your going to k-kill me."
My captor loses her grip around my front slightly, whether from surprise––I'm not entirely sure. It was only for a moment, before she tightens quickly.
"I'm not going to kill you," she husks out. "Whatever made you think that?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe the knife held against my throat." The girl chuckles lightly, but doesn't remove her knife. I can see her partner through the window of the Lima Market. She's managed to get the cashier to empty the contents of the register into her duffle sack bag. Poor boy, he's wet himself if the dark stay on the front of his pants is any indication. I guess he'll rethink job choices after this one.
"I hope you realize that what your doing is illegal. I wouldn't be surprised if you found yourself within police custody in a few days." My voice is shaking, because the enormity of this situation has finally dawned on me.
"And I hope you know that my partner and I are wearing masks and are fully aware that the Lima Market seems to have foregone security cameras."
My stomach drops. They could stab both of us––me and Mr. Prepubescent Cashier––and get away with it. Baking these cookies weren't worth my life.
"I've never tried this before but I'll give it a shot now." My body stiffens. Here it comes. "Give me all your money."
"What?"
"You heard me. Give me all your money or I'll...I'll kill you right here and now." Her voice is strong but wavers at the last bit. I'm still not chancing anything though.
"My wallet is in my back pocket. The right one."
She removes her left hand from my front and slips it into the pocket. I barely feel a thing.
"That's a nice picture you got there Ms. Berry," she says. Her tone is genuine and it throws me for a loop. "Anyway here you are. At least with a bit of this chump change I can buy myself lunch at school. Thanks."
And just like that its over. I stand dazedly for a moment before turning around in time to see my captor run off into the distance with her partner. Touching my neck gently, I feel for any cuts or blood. With no harm or injury, but just a traumatic memory lodged in my brain, I pick up my fallen groceries and head home.
A/N: Guess I got another one out. I enjoy this concept and the whole punk Quinn going on. Anyway tell me what you think guys.