How I Survived

Part 1

I like messy people, people who don't fit in a box or stay between the lines, but who's integrity is greatly than any rule book and whose loyalty is stronger than blood.

People like that are rather rare to come across so I suppose it explains why everyone I've ever come close to is either across the continent or 6 feet under.

I should also probably add that I am drawn to freaks and weirdos, the unconventionals and the rebels. The ones who refuse to be ordinary and the ones who stand alone.

And I'm not saying that mindset is to blame for my immoral actions that I have pertained in, I don't blame anyone, or anything.

Acceptance might not be the first stage but it is one of them.

And so before we get into this perhaps not is a good time to tell you that I'm not the hero of this story.

Don't expect me to be the character who saves everyone and does good ultimately saving the world. I don't do good, its not in me. It's not necessarily a terrible cliche, the main character being a hero, that's just not the model for this story.

My name is Phoenix Hera Salvatore and most days i am a museum of things i want to forget.

I am a triplet, the youngest actually.

It's a nightmare, having two not only siblings, but ones that were quite literally born minutes before you.

There's Astraea Luna Salvatore and Aries Caspian Salvatore.

Unlike my siblings who have blue eyes, I have one hazel and one blue eye contrasting my tan skin and freckles lightly scattered across my nose and up my cheekbones. We all have the same jet black hair and are around 5'7/5'8 in height.

To me there is nothing more beautiful than a female being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty. So no I'm not going to sit here and tell you that my body and mind is perfect because perfect is an illusion and those who seek perfection will find themselves unfulfilled there whole lives.

I go by Hera in the illegal world. They say i am powerful. They say i am darkness. They say i in-still fear into the hearts of many. It is even said that the devil himself is afraid of me.

I belong to no one. No man, no system, no city. I'd kill a thousand men before i let one make me his slave.

Anyways enough of that, the phrase 'ignore it and it will go away' does not apply to being chased by a dozen cop cars...trust me on this one. "A2 are you there, I repeat A2 are you live" i heard through my earpiece

"hell yeah I'm here although contrary to popular belief plan 2s are always better then plan 1s aren't they" i muttered putting the definitely not stolen car that was carrying fake stolen museum painting in reverse and driving backwards through traffic which resulted in many car horns going off and angry divers releasing there inner rage.

"A1 proceed to carry out backup plan 1, i repeat proceed to carry out backup plan 1 do you copy A1"

"yeah unfortunately that won't be happening anytime soon" i heard A1's bashful voice announce.

"Fucking hell and why is that" A3 muttered "well someone thought it would be a great idea to throw our backup plan off a bridge" and i could just imagine him throwing his hands up in mock frustration at this.

"it was on FIRE" A4's voice was heavily coated in disbelief was the last thing i heard before i switched off my earpiece and finally made it to location 1.

I put the car in park and jumped out as cop cars began to circle around me and so following the plan I started running in to the mall I parked outside of and began transforming my full black heist outfit into an ordinary outfit, taking the black hat of my head releasing my black hair and swiping a pair of sunglasses off a man along with a scarf that was hanging on a rack to help with my disguise. I rolled down my shorts into jeans and unzipped my jacket hanging it on a random rack to reveal a white coloured shirt.