Me Llamo Tokio (My Name Is Tokyo) - A Money Heist Prequel

Epilogue

"Stop or I'll shoot!" The guard's voice warns.
"No!" My scream fills the air right in the moment when the bullet hits Juan.

I wake up sweaty feeling my pulse beating in my ears. But, I can't thin about these too much as the sense of fear invades me.
I take my gun out of the pillow and point it into the direction from where I'm sensing the unknown and imminent threat.
It's nothing. Just the empty room of my trailer breathed in the reddest of lights that I've ever seen. Sometimes I'm wondering if it's from that stupid neon lamp or the blood on my hands is now covering my eyes.
I let myself fall on the pillow again. The ceiling has interesting cracks that suddenly seem so fascinating. I learned them all by heart in the last days spent here.

My name is Tokio. But when this story started, that wasn't my name.

I turn my head to the sound of the TV. They were still broadcasting the images of our attack. The short video that we never got to recover from the bank.
A closeup of my face is being shown among with the headline: SUSPECT'S WHEREABOUTS UNKNOWN.

This was me.

I feel the avalanche of tears pinching my eyes as I see Juan's face. All the time I was watching the news I was experiencing the same set of feelings.

And this, the love of my life. The last time I saw him I left him in a pool of blood with his eyes open.

I turn around unable to see anything anymore. And let the tears run out of my eyes freely.

We did fifteen clean robberies, but mixing love with work never works.
So, when the security guard fired, I had to change my profession. From thief to assassin. And that's how I started running away.

An unexplainable sense of determination fills my veins, entering my system like the strongest of drugs. It takes over me, numbing the pain for a few seconds and leaving space to the last crumbles of my soul to take over the amount of nothingness that I am.

Somehow I was dead too.

I get up from the bed almost instantly. It's like this new idea has possessed my entire being. Because when you're like this, sometimes even the strangest of things can awake in you feelings that you never experienced before.
It's impossible to find too many things in this room, but, somehow, I manage to find my clothes and dress up quickly.
Then, I go straight to the backpack and start gathering the things around the table. The small stuff that were my only bits of memories from something that feels more like my past life with Juan.

Or almost dead.

I take the small box of bullets that was part of my birthday gift. It was just a few months ago, but now it feels like an eternity away.
The next thing I grab is the small snow globe. I take it in my hands and stop to look at it for a few seconds.  This insignificant bullshit was about to screw up our job. Even from back then I was a terrible pain in the ass for Juan. I really don't get why he didn't dropped me and still insisted to do robberies together. I let it fall in the backpack over the small amount of objects that act like my self conscience now.
Now, that I'm done with the backpack, I focus a bit on myself. My hand grabs the wig thrown on an armchair and I look in the small cracked mirror to arrange it. My short hair is now covered with a longer light brow layer meant to keep the curious eyes far from discovering my identity. A black cap goes on it, meant to fix it for good and now, I'm finally ready.
I get out of the trailer that started to feel like home. After a quick look to see if I'm being followed, I start walking on the road, through the dried leaves which remained here from last fall and the garbages that were filling the street.

I had been in hiding for eleven days and my photo was plastered all over the police stations in Spain.

A car passes by me fast. I don't look at it and I'm glad the driver doesn't stare at me either.