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One Week Later...
Mitchie's POV
I still can't believe they assigned my own sister to come and capture me. What fucking low life bastards!
I had shown a sense of humanity today and I don't regret it. If I hadn't, I woulda had to have killed my own sister and her girlfriend Alex.
I haven't stopped thinking about Alex, and it guilts me. I'm thinking about my own sister's girlfriend... in a sexual way.
I can't stop think about her plump and kissable lips. Her thick long lucious hair that I just wanted to run my hands through. Her clear complextion and cute nose. Her sexy body that was wrapped up in that tight spandex/leather spy suit that I just wanted to rip off. I honestly wanted to ravage that girl.
It's not like I have a chance with her. I mean, I know she's gay and all, but i'm a criminal, and she's a spy, bent to destroy crime while i'm the person reaping the rewards of crime.
I deeply sigh, hoping it releases some of the stress build up. I sigh again, thinking that it might breathe out all of my problems. Nope, they are still there, live and kicking.
I stand up and pace the room. Maybe another heist will help keep my mind off of her.
...xXx...
I've planned it all out. We are going today to a bank, going right underneath it, and breaking inside, from beneath it. They will never see it coming.
We're drilling underneath it and cutting a hole in the floor that we will climb through and get all the money.
I tell my friends to start te drill, and that i'll meet them there. They're doing all the dirty work, but all I have to do is make a distraction. I'll just simply run in with a gun, shoot the security guards, take the bank workers hostage and then go into the bank vault and jump through the hole, and then close it up.
It's as easy as that.
I give the guys a thumbs up and they are off. The ground is shaking but I just walk onto a bus, not taking one of my many cars for a reason.
The bus throws me all around and everyone is staring at me like i'm just gunna kill them at any second. I don't blame them, i'm thinking about it.
I reach the bank and pull my jacket over my shoulders and pat my crotch, making sure the guns still there.
I pop open and click the small device that will fix my biggest problem. It blocks cellular device's signals and kills the waves for a regular land line phone. I throw it to the floor, the small red ball dropping to the floor and rolling to the corner.
I pull out my gun. I don't know what type it is, but it's an automatic handgun.
I place it over my head and shoot the lights out. At the first gun shot people are screaming and ducking for the floors and hiding behind numerous pieces of bank furniture.
I look at the security pulling out his gun.
Bang!
He falls to the ground, grasping his chest, injured with a bullet from my gun.
The lights above me are spitting out sparks.
I love this feeling, the control I have over people.
"Somebody call the cops!" I hear someone shout.
"I can't get service!"
"No one can!" Others shout.
I laugh at their stupidity and wait around, telling the odd person to shut the fuck up till I feel the ground shake.
I lock the front doors to the bank, breaking the handle so no one can get in or out.
I hear a loud shrill scream from the drill that will make their entrance and my exit.
I push all of the hostages into one room, dealing with my biggest problem.
This is the rush I live for. The power, the control, the fear that radiates from my captors.
It's all I ever need in life.
Alex's POV
Security Breech at 190 Wilsdon Road. The Royal Bank of Money is being robbed. The burgelar has hostages and is heavily armed. Retrieve the hostages, and capture Alex Russo. Do not fail us.
I hear the report and roll my eyes at this girl. She just doesn't stop.
We drive there. shoot at the door and enter the eerily quiet building.
She sure has done some remodeling, I think referring to the lights that hang by a few shreds of wire and the bullet holes in the roof.
What a tool.
There's no one around, and it makes me wonder so badly. How can just one girl do this? This all? She, by herself, can take hostage 50+ people in less than 10 minutes.
Dallas is sketching out behind me, looking all over the place to see her deranged younger counterpart.
"Dally, chill, breathe." I say. She nods and we stalk around the area.
The coast is clear all over.
"Let's check the vault." Dallas suggest. We all silently follow her orders as we walk to the vault.
The doors open.
We've got her now.
I see her walking around, kicking the occasional money pile and looknig at her watch.
"I'm taking her." I say and cock my gun.
"No." Dallas attempts but i'm already gone.
"Hands up!" I shout, pointing my gun at her.
She just starts laughing hysterically.
"Oh jeez, you again. How's the head?" She says, wiping away a tear that she created from laughing so hard.
"Put the gun on the floor, kick it to me and put your hands on your head." I order firmly.
"Oh, what are you going to do if I don't?"
"I will be forced to use excessive persuasion."
"Oh, you'll shoot me?"
"If I have too." I reply.
"Okay, well go ahead, c'mon, shoot me." She says. She just sits on a couple money bags and stares at me.
I wanna shoot her for being so cocky.
"Put your gun down, and I won't have to shoot you."
I hate following protocol. I just wanna tell her to shut the fuck up and shoot her in the foot.
"Oh no, I want you to shoot me. Please do." She tempts me. If she tempts me any further, I will shoot her in the ass. Not big enough to kill her, just to give her a nice sting and a hospital trip to remove the bullet.
Wouldn't that be embarassing?
I know I can't win this fight, she's Dallas's sister for fuck's sake.
I lower my gun, regrettably.
"Oh, being a good girl now? Where's your goody two shoes girlfriend of yours? I'm sure she's somewhere near." She teases.
"I'm right here." She announces. Dallas walks out from behind the corner, gun raised.
Mitchie suddenly twitches. I look at her and she's grabbing her chest in discomfort. I can see she's trying to keep her cocky, cool composure but she's failing miserably.
"What's wrong? Can't take the heat?" Dallas asks.
"Yes, well you see, i'm not the type of girl to be making sandwiches, so yeh, I can't take the heat, i'll get out of the kitchen." She replies. This girl has the biggests ego i've ever encountered.
"Mitchie, give it a rest, just come home, deal with your problems, be Itchy Mitchy again-"
"SHUT UP!" She shouts, cutting her off and making me wanna pee my pants. I watch as Mitchie starts shaking and takes a orange bottle of pills from her pants and opens it, spilling out a few, and dry swallows them.
I still wonder how people can do that.
"Still having your problems?" Dallas asks.
"Do you think i'd be popping pills if I wasn't?" She mumbles back.
"I'm sorry." She apologizes, but what for, I have no idea.
"It's not your fault." Mitchie defends her.
I have to admit, it's amazing watching these two girls. One's evil, one's good, but they still have sisterly chemistry and cares.
"It is and you know it." Dallas argues.
"It was an accident that happened years ago, get over it!" Mitchie shouts at her.
"I can't, knowing that i'm the reason why you are why you are." Dallas is really looking sensitive.
"I am why I am, you didn't change me."
"The doctors said I did, Mitch."
"The doctors don't know shit of what's going on in my mind!" Mitch shouts.
"They said that they blow to your head caused all of these reactions. It's normal to feel out of place. You just don't know what's-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Mitchie screams at a Dallas whose backing up in fear. "I'M FINE! AND I DON'T NEED YOU TELLING ME WHAT'S IN MY MIND!"
She raises her gun up at us.
"I DON'T NEED YOURS OR ANYONES HELP DALLAS CAUSE THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!"
"If there's nothing wrong with you, stop taking your pills for one day, and stay a night at my house." Dallas challenges.
Oh jeez, when she said 'my house' she meant 'our house'.
Mitchie is speechless as she tries to argue a reason not to.
She takes a few breathes to calm herself. After a few minutes she looks into all of our eyes.
"I don't... umm I uh, I..." She tries speaking, incoherantly obviously.
"Please." Dallas begs.
Mitchie nods, pulls out a phone, textes a few things, then walks to Dallas.
Dallas wraps her in a hug. Mitchie just stands there awkwardly, clueless on what to do. I take her arms and place them around Dallas. She looks at me nervously and smiles.
It's small and awkward, but it's something.
...xXx...
She walked in our house nervously, looking everywhere. We just reassured her. Telling her it would be okay, that we're not gunna hurt her.
It was all going good till...
Dallas asked Mitchie for her pill bottle.
"I can't live without them." Mitchie argues.
"You said you were fine." Dallas replied.
"I'm not and you know it."
"I know, but can you go without them for a while?"
"If I don't, my problems really show through."
"Can you?"
"No." Mitchie whispers, her head down.
"It's okay. We'll talk later, i'm gunna get changed." Dallas tells her and walks upstairs. I follow her quickly, wanting to know the whole story.
"So what happened to her?" I ask.
"... when we were kids, we were playing baseball, and I took a wild swing. I hit her in the back of the head. She already had some problems, but it started some new ones, and escalated her old ones. She's a really screwed up kid truly." Dallas looked down. I pulled her up by her chin.
"It was accident and it was a long time ago. We can fix her. Us, together, we all can help." I offer.
She nods and softly kisses my lips. I gladly accept as she deepens the kiss. I feel her push me towards the bed, and I accept. She straddles me and pulls my shirt up, kissing my abs and just below my breasts. She pulls my shirt off and then rips my bra off.
I was distracted so I didn't hear the knock on the door.
"Dallas, where do-" Mitchie asks softly, before her eyes grow wide and she puts her head down. "Oh, okay, i'm sorry I interrupted." She rushes out the door and I hear her running downstairs. We heard the front door open, then slam.
"She left?" I ask.
"Obviously." Dallas says, passing me my clothes back and rushing out the door to go get her.
...xXx...
After chasing her for a good 30 minutes we finally caught her.
"Mitchie! Calm down!" Dallas screams.
"Get off of me!" She screams. We're sat on her, pinning her down. It takes both of us to do so.
"Mitchie. Calm down." Dallas tries, much softer this time. "Alex, sit on her." She orders and I do.
I sit on her straddling her back. Dallas pulls a pill bottle from her back pocket and holds one out to her in front of her face. Mitchie calms and takes it. After another good ten minutes of being sat on her... she faints.
"What's wrong with her?" I scream.
"I gave her some pills, it will give us enough time for us to get her back to headquarters." Dallas explains.
"Wait? I thought this was about making her better, not capturing her." I speculate.
"She's long gone, she needs help, proper doctor help, not a trip down memory lane Alex."
Dallas calls a helicopter pick up for her. I walk home, disappointed that she lied to me and her sister. I see the black helicopter pass over my head and hover. Down drops a ladder.
I regretfully take hold and it pulls me up. I stay holding onto the ladder, not wanting to face Dallas in the cockpit.
We reach headquarters and they arrest Mitchie even though she has no clue of what's happening. They take her straight to the insane ward and get her tested. I just watch as they poke her about.
Dallas walks up beside me.
"Wanna go home?" She whispers.
"No, i'll stay here." I reply. Dallas kisses my cheek and goes home.
I watch Mitchie awakes. She stares into my eyes as they probe her. Every question they ask, she replies, staring into my soul. I can't help but feel responsable for her being in here.
I hope she forgives me.
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