What if Trevor wasn't always crazy and psychotic as everyone says he is and actually has a gentle side to him, that he only showed around his sister.
(Y/n) Phillips is Trevor Phillip's baby sister who he raised as a kid from their abusive parents, p...
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Third Person
9 years later
"Get down there!" A man yelled pushing a woman to the ground who screamed in fear, cowering on the floor, whilst the stranger sported a mustard colour jacket, pointing a gun at her.
"Alright, everybody pays attention, no one gets hurt." Another man ordered calmly who wore a khaki coloured balaclava, red checkered jacket with a duffel bag around his shoulder, also aiming a machine gun at the other civilian on the other side of the glass panel.
"Aarrgh! Open the door, or they'll get worse than hurt!" Another man threatened angrily, who sported a green jacket.
"He said, open the fucking door!" Another smaller figure demanded, who's voice sounded feminine underneath the black balaclava. They also pointed a gun at the security guard's head.
"Hey. Hey, ah! Come on!" The same man pointed his gun at the guard, before he kicked the door open harshly, as the smaller person smashed the guard in the face with the end of their gun.
"Let's go!" He told the other two thief's who walked in the security room.
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" He screamed at the other civilians who recoiled and shrieked in fright.
"Hands behind your back." The other man ordered calmly again, pulling back the security guard who winced from the impact earlier.
"C'mon mister, we're giving you everything you want." He murmurs sluggishly.
"Don't even think about it." The feminine voice warned aiming their double pistols at the other people in the room, who raised their arms in surrender.
He kicked the security guard in the back, as the first man grabbed the woman earlier, dragging her into the same room.
"I'll do it. I'll do it... oh god." She gasped in staggered breaths, her hands raised in surrender as well.
"Get in there!" He ordered pushing her into the office.
"Sit tight. We'll handle the plastic." The stranger in the green coat nodded at the smaller person, who nodded in agreement.
"Don't blow yourself up!" The leader called out to the pair who exited the room.
"We won't." The same feminine voice called back.
"Listen up-" he spoke again, until he was interrupted.
"In the back! Come on!" The man in the mustard jacket demanded impatiently, aiming his gun closer.
