Disclaimer: Most of the characters in this story belong to JK Rowling. But I do warn you that I own the plot of this story.
Seth's POV
Kyle, Scott, Aidan, and I had it all planned out and readied ourselves to rob the First Union Bank on Rush Avenue. It was a small bank, but according to our research, a rich man stored his billion dollars worth of diamonds in there. And he thought no one was going to suspect a small bank to hold such great treasures, we'll prove him wrong!
My heart was pumped with adrenaline as I put on my Ronald Reagan mask. My mind went over what Scott had planned out for us to do when my digital watch bleeped and 5:59 blinked on the tiny screen. Scott, Kyle, and Aidan marched out of the white van that was parked in the back of the bank, deserted of people. I followed shortly with a pistol tucked in my belt, boy is this going to be fun? You know how some people bungee jump or hunt or ride an amusement park ride just for the excitement. Well, I became a crook for the very same reason.
When we burst into the entrance, I stood my position at where Scott had told me to post while he announced his plan. All the people were shocked to see us and trembled violently when they saw the guns in our hands. Laughing inwardly, I pointed the gun proudly at the crowd, aiming at no one in particular. Man, I really love it when I scare some people shitless. I guess my testosterone is partly responsible for my being an ass.
"Everybody, down on the floor and no one gets hurt!" Kyle shouted at the crowd. Heeding to his command, everyone dropped down and I can't help the twisted grin that's climbing on my face.
Aidan pulled out a bunch of chains from his duffle bag and locked the entrance so no one could come in, or go out for the matter. As he busied himself, I examined the victims I was dealing with.
A middle-aged bald man was fidgeting badly and I pointed my gun at him purposely just to scare him some more. My gun scanned to the crowd and landed on a hot blonde. I let my eyes roam about her firm breasts that bobbed out of her tight V-neck shirt. She may not be able to see where I was staring at because of the mask, but she sure felt my gape because she now looked up frighteningly with tear-filled green eyes. If she didn't want anyone to check her out, she wouldn't be wearing things like that; I licked my lips as I thought, knowing perfectly that she couldn't see what I was doing. Now is not the time to think about screwing a girl right now.
My eyes darted to a sudden movement to my left and landed on an old woman. Judging from her bun of silver hair, she's probably in her 70s or so. Her bony hands quivered their way towards her purse and I had a moment to think that she may be reaching for a handgun or something. Is it just me or does her face seem paler than they should be and she's wheezing a bit? I guess she's just old and she's scared. I pointed my gun at her and shouted, "Don't move!"
She may be old and weak, but I'm not going to let my conscience take the better side of me. I was never very nice to people, dismissing the sweet talks I give to some girls to lure them into bed. I smirked as I reminisced the many girls I bedded since I was 13-year-old. I was such a player, heck, I'm still a player!
I was brought back to reality when a girl about my age shifted a little closer to the old woman. I shouted to her with the same tone I used on the old lady, "Hey you! What do you think you're doing?"
She looked at me for a while as if in surprise, but I can't read what she's thinking about from her expression. I took a moment to analyze her short, feathered black hair, her oval-shape glasses that complimented her heart-shape face, and the piercing on her left ear. I'm guessing she's a punk, but from how she dresses, she looks like a cross-dresser. Now I'm intrigued.
Wait, what the hell is she doing? My eyes followed her hands as she reached into the old woman's purse. Is she stupid or just trying her luck? I pointed my pistol to her forehead and clicked it. I smiled satisfyingly when she froze, but not for long. "Back off, right now," I said trying to sound as intimidating as possible.
"Look, the woman's going to suffer from an asthma attack if she doesn't take her medicine soon!" she argued with an impatient tone. English accent? Hmm... interesting. I stood dumbly for a moment, registering everything she just said. What am I to--?
What in devil's name? She's ignoring me and going ahead to reach for the woman's purse. Ahh, she's got balls. I waited to see what she was going to do, not one bit afraid that she might take something out to threaten me, she's just a girl, a boring, feisty Asian one I observed. She took out a bottle of what looked like asthma medicine to me and reached it to the old woman's mouth.
The woman seemed to have slowed her ragged breath and was now comforted by the Asian girl's massage on her chest. I studied her smooth, tanned hands and wondered what it would be like if those hands were stroking me.
Just for disobeying my, I grabbed the collar of her pale yellow box-pattern sweat shirt and had a great look at her exposed neck, I felt like digging down and bury my nose in it. Maybe my hold on her was too great, because I accidentally snapped off her locket. Finding the girl's angry expression very amusing, I graced my thumb on the flower-etched and decided this would be a good souvenir to bring home. I always fancied bringing home something from a successful robbery, just to drown myself at another accomplishment. Maybe I just wanted to see the girl pissed off? Who knows?
No girl that I didn't want to bed would catch my attention for more than 3 minutes. Heck, I don't even listen to my whores talk; I just nod and check them out. But this one, she certainly broke the record and got my attention.
Just when I was about to take the locket away, the girl grasped onto my hands a bit too harshly, looking intended into my eyes. I've got to admit, she's got big shimmering eyes for an Asian. That sparkle in her eyes flashed at me dangerously. Now, I'm really intrigued. But those distasteful glasses have got to go, I thought.
I dated an Asian back when I was in high school, but she was too much of a good girl for me. Then I dumped her for a brunette who I recall is one of her groupie friends. Don't get me wrong. I liked the girl and all. She was also quite cute and caring, but she was a threat to my reputation as a bad boy. Besides, I don't like getting strained down by a girl.
"Is something the matter?" Aidan asked, with a bit of concern in his voice.
"No, just some problems," I replied as casually as I can.
"It's time to go! Shit! The police are coming!" Kyle warned and motioned for Scott to finish up his packing and ran towards the door, followed closely by Aidan and Scott.
I took a bag and dropped the girl and was about to run for the door when she grabbed onto my wrist tightly. For a girl, she's pretty strong. I take that back, she's strong for a guy too. By now, I was really irritated and needed desperately to leave the scene before I get busted. Sounds from the victims were now sounding in my ear. Shit, if I don't get out now, the people might lynch me or the cops may bust me.
"Get off, bitch!" I warned.
She really got the worse of me when she returned, "In your dreams, fucker!"
"Come on, what are you waiting for?" Aidan turned back and stated, rather than ask, pressingly.
That was the last straw, I needed to get out and, quickly! I didn't plan on taking a hostage with me earlier and I bet Scott would get pissed off at me later on, but now, I needed to escape and having this girl hanging onto me like a puppy is not helping. So I scooped her off her feet and carried her like a deer out to the limousine that was waiting for us outside the backdoor. Scott has always been the brain behind our robberies. This time, he got a limousine to drive us. Great plan, no one would suspect us to be thieves if we were in a limo. Looks are deceiving.
I sighed with relief when I closed the door behind me after I threw the girl down. I stared at the source of the siren just as the limo was about to turn right from Rush Avenue. Just when I was relaxing, the girl I grabbed bit into my arm. Even though I had a thick black sweater on, she did somehow exert some pain out of me. I used the back of the gun and knocked her out before she could do anything else. God, she's such a hard bitch to handle. I regret taking her as a hostage already.
Throughout the ride, Kyle was cursing me for being so stupid as to bring a hostage along and how we were going to get in trouble from the main boss. Sure, it complicates the game a bit now, nothing we couldn't handle. We'll just keep her low for a moment, then let her back out. It's not our style to kill a woman. God has blessed us men with women and we're not about to take that for granted. Somewhere along the line, I managed to block out Kyle's voice.
I stared out the window and studied my reflection as I ran a hand through my dark hair. It's about time I go to the barber shop and re-dye my hair again. I didn't always had hair as dark as this though I wished I had dark hair, so I can complete the image of a tall, dark, and handsome man. Oh, what I wouldn't do to get chicks into my bed. It's not like I ever encountered any problems for getting laid before my hair was darker. I just wanted a change.
As the summer rain began to drizzle and drench the busy street, my eyes stared directly at the girl that's on my feet. Kyle was still rambling on about how we're in dipshit and how he disapproves of me about how I'm always ignoring him when he's got important things to say. Whatever, dude, I thought as I gazed at the Asian again.
We tied her up with the only cords we found available just in case she was about to attack one of us when she becomes conscious. Are all chicks nowadays like her? Neh, most females I meet just fawn over me. Kyle, Aidan, and Scott don't have any troubles themselves as they can really compare with me when it comes to looks.
Her Eerie black hair fanned over the carpet at my feet and I can't help but stare at her face and realized that her glasses were gone. I must have knocked it off when I picked her up back at the bank. I didn't realize how pretty she was without her glasses. So behind those thick-rimmed glasses was a face of a beauty? Her little button nose made her seem younger than she is and I'm guessing she's no older than 25 years of age. Her pouty, rosy red lips were ones of no lip-gloss whatsoever. Natural beauty, I awed at her.
My eyes ran along her shirt to her faded navy blue jeans and decided she was pretty for a short Asian girl. Wait, I correct myself, she's very beautiful! Something about her provoked a familiar feeling that I can't quite place. Have we met somewhere? After all, I came from England too, and I only hope she's from England. God, what is wrong with me? I don't even know her and I already wished we had some sort of association.
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He came over to me and lifted my chin. Our faces were merely inches away from each other's and I can feel his breath on my face.
"Listen, from here on, you will obey us and your precious little life will be saved," he warned.
Shit, I'm not scared or anything, but I feel myself nodding and gulping that knot in my throat. Am I scared?
A/N: This chapter is shorter than the first two and I hope that it's not as annoying to read anymore. If you like this story, please please review, I hate writing a story that I don't think anyone's reading! It really bites to not have reviews. The only way you can show me that you're reading and following along is by reviewing.
Seth's POV
Kyle, Scott, Aidan, and I had it all planned out and readied ourselves to rob the First Union Bank on Rush Avenue. It was a small bank, but according to our research, a rich man stored his billion dollars worth of diamonds in there. And he thought no one was going to suspect a small bank to hold such great treasures, we'll prove him wrong!
My heart was pumped with adrenaline as I put on my Ronald Reagan mask. My mind went over what Scott had planned out for us to do when my digital watch bleeped and 5:59 blinked on the tiny screen. Scott, Kyle, and Aidan marched out of the white van that was parked in the back of the bank, deserted of people. I followed shortly with a pistol tucked in my belt, boy is this going to be fun? You know how some people bungee jump or hunt or ride an amusement park ride just for the excitement. Well, I became a crook for the very same reason.
When we burst into the entrance, I stood my position at where Scott had told me to post while he announced his plan. All the people were shocked to see us and trembled violently when they saw the guns in our hands. Laughing inwardly, I pointed the gun proudly at the crowd, aiming at no one in particular. Man, I really love it when I scare some people shitless. I guess my testosterone is partly responsible for my being an ass.
"Everybody, down on the floor and no one gets hurt!" Kyle shouted at the crowd. Heeding to his command, everyone dropped down and I can't help the twisted grin that's climbing on my face.
Aidan pulled out a bunch of chains from his duffle bag and locked the entrance so no one could come in, or go out for the matter. As he busied himself, I examined the victims I was dealing with.
A middle-aged bald man was fidgeting badly and I pointed my gun at him purposely just to scare him some more. My gun scanned to the crowd and landed on a hot blonde. I let my eyes roam about her firm breasts that bobbed out of her tight V-neck shirt. She may not be able to see where I was staring at because of the mask, but she sure felt my gape because she now looked up frighteningly with tear-filled green eyes. If she didn't want anyone to check her out, she wouldn't be wearing things like that; I licked my lips as I thought, knowing perfectly that she couldn't see what I was doing. Now is not the time to think about screwing a girl right now.
My eyes darted to a sudden movement to my left and landed on an old woman. Judging from her bun of silver hair, she's probably in her 70s or so. Her bony hands quivered their way towards her purse and I had a moment to think that she may be reaching for a handgun or something. Is it just me or does her face seem paler than they should be and she's wheezing a bit? I guess she's just old and she's scared. I pointed my gun at her and shouted, "Don't move!"
She may be old and weak, but I'm not going to let my conscience take the better side of me. I was never very nice to people, dismissing the sweet talks I give to some girls to lure them into bed. I smirked as I reminisced the many girls I bedded since I was 13-year-old. I was such a player, heck, I'm still a player!
I was brought back to reality when a girl about my age shifted a little closer to the old woman. I shouted to her with the same tone I used on the old lady, "Hey you! What do you think you're doing?"
She looked at me for a while as if in surprise, but I can't read what she's thinking about from her expression. I took a moment to analyze her short, feathered black hair, her oval-shape glasses that complimented her heart-shape face, and the piercing on her left ear. I'm guessing she's a punk, but from how she dresses, she looks like a cross-dresser. Now I'm intrigued.
Wait, what the hell is she doing? My eyes followed her hands as she reached into the old woman's purse. Is she stupid or just trying her luck? I pointed my pistol to her forehead and clicked it. I smiled satisfyingly when she froze, but not for long. "Back off, right now," I said trying to sound as intimidating as possible.
"Look, the woman's going to suffer from an asthma attack if she doesn't take her medicine soon!" she argued with an impatient tone. English accent? Hmm... interesting. I stood dumbly for a moment, registering everything she just said. What am I to--?
What in devil's name? She's ignoring me and going ahead to reach for the woman's purse. Ahh, she's got balls. I waited to see what she was going to do, not one bit afraid that she might take something out to threaten me, she's just a girl, a boring, feisty Asian one I observed. She took out a bottle of what looked like asthma medicine to me and reached it to the old woman's mouth.
The woman seemed to have slowed her ragged breath and was now comforted by the Asian girl's massage on her chest. I studied her smooth, tanned hands and wondered what it would be like if those hands were stroking me.
Just for disobeying my, I grabbed the collar of her pale yellow box-pattern sweat shirt and had a great look at her exposed neck, I felt like digging down and bury my nose in it. Maybe my hold on her was too great, because I accidentally snapped off her locket. Finding the girl's angry expression very amusing, I graced my thumb on the flower-etched and decided this would be a good souvenir to bring home. I always fancied bringing home something from a successful robbery, just to drown myself at another accomplishment. Maybe I just wanted to see the girl pissed off? Who knows?
No girl that I didn't want to bed would catch my attention for more than 3 minutes. Heck, I don't even listen to my whores talk; I just nod and check them out. But this one, she certainly broke the record and got my attention.
Just when I was about to take the locket away, the girl grasped onto my hands a bit too harshly, looking intended into my eyes. I've got to admit, she's got big shimmering eyes for an Asian. That sparkle in her eyes flashed at me dangerously. Now, I'm really intrigued. But those distasteful glasses have got to go, I thought.
I dated an Asian back when I was in high school, but she was too much of a good girl for me. Then I dumped her for a brunette who I recall is one of her groupie friends. Don't get me wrong. I liked the girl and all. She was also quite cute and caring, but she was a threat to my reputation as a bad boy. Besides, I don't like getting strained down by a girl.
"Is something the matter?" Aidan asked, with a bit of concern in his voice.
"No, just some problems," I replied as casually as I can.
"It's time to go! Shit! The police are coming!" Kyle warned and motioned for Scott to finish up his packing and ran towards the door, followed closely by Aidan and Scott.
I took a bag and dropped the girl and was about to run for the door when she grabbed onto my wrist tightly. For a girl, she's pretty strong. I take that back, she's strong for a guy too. By now, I was really irritated and needed desperately to leave the scene before I get busted. Sounds from the victims were now sounding in my ear. Shit, if I don't get out now, the people might lynch me or the cops may bust me.
"Get off, bitch!" I warned.
She really got the worse of me when she returned, "In your dreams, fucker!"
"Come on, what are you waiting for?" Aidan turned back and stated, rather than ask, pressingly.
That was the last straw, I needed to get out and, quickly! I didn't plan on taking a hostage with me earlier and I bet Scott would get pissed off at me later on, but now, I needed to escape and having this girl hanging onto me like a puppy is not helping. So I scooped her off her feet and carried her like a deer out to the limousine that was waiting for us outside the backdoor. Scott has always been the brain behind our robberies. This time, he got a limousine to drive us. Great plan, no one would suspect us to be thieves if we were in a limo. Looks are deceiving.
I sighed with relief when I closed the door behind me after I threw the girl down. I stared at the source of the siren just as the limo was about to turn right from Rush Avenue. Just when I was relaxing, the girl I grabbed bit into my arm. Even though I had a thick black sweater on, she did somehow exert some pain out of me. I used the back of the gun and knocked her out before she could do anything else. God, she's such a hard bitch to handle. I regret taking her as a hostage already.
Throughout the ride, Kyle was cursing me for being so stupid as to bring a hostage along and how we were going to get in trouble from the main boss. Sure, it complicates the game a bit now, nothing we couldn't handle. We'll just keep her low for a moment, then let her back out. It's not our style to kill a woman. God has blessed us men with women and we're not about to take that for granted. Somewhere along the line, I managed to block out Kyle's voice.
I stared out the window and studied my reflection as I ran a hand through my dark hair. It's about time I go to the barber shop and re-dye my hair again. I didn't always had hair as dark as this though I wished I had dark hair, so I can complete the image of a tall, dark, and handsome man. Oh, what I wouldn't do to get chicks into my bed. It's not like I ever encountered any problems for getting laid before my hair was darker. I just wanted a change.
As the summer rain began to drizzle and drench the busy street, my eyes stared directly at the girl that's on my feet. Kyle was still rambling on about how we're in dipshit and how he disapproves of me about how I'm always ignoring him when he's got important things to say. Whatever, dude, I thought as I gazed at the Asian again.
We tied her up with the only cords we found available just in case she was about to attack one of us when she becomes conscious. Are all chicks nowadays like her? Neh, most females I meet just fawn over me. Kyle, Aidan, and Scott don't have any troubles themselves as they can really compare with me when it comes to looks.
Her Eerie black hair fanned over the carpet at my feet and I can't help but stare at her face and realized that her glasses were gone. I must have knocked it off when I picked her up back at the bank. I didn't realize how pretty she was without her glasses. So behind those thick-rimmed glasses was a face of a beauty? Her little button nose made her seem younger than she is and I'm guessing she's no older than 25 years of age. Her pouty, rosy red lips were ones of no lip-gloss whatsoever. Natural beauty, I awed at her.
My eyes ran along her shirt to her faded navy blue jeans and decided she was pretty for a short Asian girl. Wait, I correct myself, she's very beautiful! Something about her provoked a familiar feeling that I can't quite place. Have we met somewhere? After all, I came from England too, and I only hope she's from England. God, what is wrong with me? I don't even know her and I already wished we had some sort of association.
Preview:
He came over to me and lifted my chin. Our faces were merely inches away from each other's and I can feel his breath on my face.
"Listen, from here on, you will obey us and your precious little life will be saved," he warned.
Shit, I'm not scared or anything, but I feel myself nodding and gulping that knot in my throat. Am I scared?
A/N: This chapter is shorter than the first two and I hope that it's not as annoying to read anymore. If you like this story, please please review, I hate writing a story that I don't think anyone's reading! It really bites to not have reviews. The only way you can show me that you're reading and following along is by reviewing.