He shouldn't have listened.
"Ey man, jas ear me awt. Las hit. One las fucken job and yar free ta go. Off ta da street an' narro or watever, jus elp us out on dis las hit cuz ya naw we kant pull shit widawt ya."
He should've refused.
"Ell ye man! Knew ya stil had it in ya! Who we hittin? Oh ya now hu it iz, iz da good'ol Winston!... Ey man stap! Am just kiddin, drop da shoota'! Iz rilly not im at all! Iz aktually da bigass mansion da Misterr druggy kinpin's sonni got at da oder sayd ov da tawn! ... Ya... ya do- yeaowch!"
Should've stopped.
"Ayt, we an da boyz gotted de maney, so we ead awt naw? Ayt boyz! Wi goi- waz dis? ol up, we pound samtin, kan we luk? Rite rite we gona hury... Boyz, we gat permit fram Binni ta eye dat rat den, Joshi an Jayi, get da maney outa ere! Kant hab Binny goin itchi bak der. Bobbi, Sari an Chukki- boyo wit me."
Should've protested more.
"Ho-ho-holi shit! Mamis labs me! Tank Yuuuuuuuuu! yahahaho!!! ... ayt shattinap naw, iz jas we gat a hollass rum shitfull of metal! Aynt it jas rayt fer a inny winny pyesta? Man, Chukkis eben daybd innit, holy shit! ... Er, wha? Ayt ayt, boys urri up an sak wat ya kan get we- olly shit ders a dude! Bobbi, gettim!"
Should've told them to let him go.
"Tsk, bastard gat away, he lacked imself ap in a rum inn'ere, dis diggin' iz wierd do, lukks layk a hostibal. Comms gettin wack? Eh, prolly cuz we ran like 3 wholeass floors downer. Dis iz lookin like wan ov doss bankers fram da mobi wi saw las month! O, Sari gat da door outta da wey, wi goin in... Oh dant wurry, iz jas wan moron, wi gat di- Chukki-boy! Shit, guy's gotta katana! Wat da fu- bzzzttt!!!!"
He shouldn't have followed.
'Fucking morons', That was the only thought that ran through a teen's mind as he raced within the halls inside a certain mansion. After a few turns and dips, he eventually reached the compartment his companions buried themselves in. It was quite the inconspicuous thing, if it weren't large toppled over bookshelf which only a certain moron would even dare do in a burglary, he was sure he wouldn't even notice the 'secret' sliding door behind it. It was partly open, so he tried to push it a little so that he and his large duffle bag would fit in. It didn't budge however, so he quickly put the bag down and rummaged through it, grabbing as many guns and bullets as he could which he shoved down his coat's waist deep pockets. He also picked up a smalled medical bag with a red cross that he slung over his shoulders. He continued running right after.
It took him quite a while to finally reach the treasure room Raul got excited in. And it really did look like one can really dive in it. In front of him was a wide room with tons of jewelry and coins all dumped within a gold coated pool of some sort. There was also a 4 feet dent on the golden pool, which was probably where Charles dove in. The strange thing was, while the pool was certainly absolutely grand, the walls and roof of the room looked absolutely clinical. No decorations, dirt or nothing out of place besides some of the bags that was on the edge of the pool waiting to be filled up. Looking around further, he finally noticed the barely visible white door that almost cleanly camouflaged itself with the wall. He ran to it as fast as his creaky legs could take him.
The moment he'd heard of the secret passage, he knew they'd end up robbing a bunker or a dungeon of some sort. That gold pool 2 floors above proved it. What he didn't know however, was how big the bunker really was. Experience with planning thefts from the rich and famous told him that these people REALLY don't want to lose their money, strange with how much the flaunt it about most of the time, but they really didn't. So they hid their money and stuff they don't want people seeing underground inside their glorified safes. He usually wouldn't screw around those things, seeing the ridiculous length people would go to just to secure the place they sleep in, no doubt they'd at the very least triple that just to hide their goldmines or dungeons. But he guessed he got sentimental, this being the last time he'd roll with Raul along with the goddamned idiot guilt tripping him and all. His mistake too, because apparently even kids his age could now apparently now own their very own fallout vault. He was damn sure he just passed by an underground garden, not to mention a caffeteria and a gymn that he was sure would make that one boxer they scored on a couple of years ago very inadequate. There were so many other hallways too, thankfully, Raul's brand of chaos and a trail of blood from some poor idiot kept him on track. Coming up to another wide open heavy duty door, he paced himself so that he wouldn't trip on the steep stairs again. This was the third one, so unless they built an underground city down here, would probably where he'd find the others. He hoped he'd have someone else left to use the guns that painfully slammed themselves to his guts.
"Christ, what the hell happened here?!" was what he could only blurt out as he made a final bend. In front of him was a door with it's hinges shot, with a heavy trail of blood starting from the threshold curving out of sight to the left. Bullet casings, holes, chipped concrete and splattered blood was all over the entrance. Cautiosly, he pulled out his trusty pistol from it's holster, then slowly walked towards the open door. Upon seeing that the room up front was pitch black, he was careful to not let his shadow pass the threshold, instead walking silently to the right side of the door which was the opposite way the blood, and the body it came from, was dragged through. He saw nothing in the darkness.
"Come on, come on, don't be anyone I know..." He whispered as his left hand rummaged through his slingbag while his right held the pistol pointed. He eventually found what he was looking for, and with a hesitant flick, the tiny flashlight was turned on. What he found was not unexpected, but still surprising all the same.
"Shit! CHARLES!" And with a quick scan of the room, revealed by the beam to be a someone's storage room filled with shelves of things he couldn't bother looking at right now, to make sure it was safe, he ran towards the figure that lay slumped and leaning on the wall. He crouched over it, then put two fingers on it's neck.
"Tsk... no pulse..."
He moved closer for an inspection, aside from the sword that got impaled through the boy's forehead, there were no other injuries. The boy seemed to have died quickly, with his eyes still wide open in shock. Shame, he liked the kid, he was enthusiastic on all this stuff and Raul and his cronies probably liked people like that. It made him wonder how the hell did he be the first one to die.
"What the fuck did they get us into...?" He says as he carefully closes the Charles' eyes. It was then that the screaming started.
drip
drip
drip
"Gah! so cold!"
"Ready to go?"
"The hell do you mean ready to go?! I was just sleeping woman!"
"Well, you're moving now."
"Of course I'd move, you woke me up!"
"And if you're awake, you're ready to go."
"That's not- gah, darn it. Why do I keep reasoning with you?"
"You are?"
"... Just... give me my bags. And... thank you."
"... Catch."
"Whoah! Careful with the explosives!"