Soak

First Love.

"Hello, the bank on 93rd and Crawford is being robbed by two.."

BANG... BANG...

"Dammit Plaid what did I tell you, make sure all the civilians are safe and mouths tied shut and are in the lobby." He told his girlfriend. He's scanning the marble floored lobby with his beady eyes, each hostage a black not tied around their mouths. They are all on their knees, heads tucked, circled around the giant crest of 93rd and Crawford bank. They are dressed business casual, adults ranging from age 20-45. One lady was crying her tears dripping down her face and her cloth was soaked with spit from her screaming. Others were scanning the room themselves in hope for a way out. There was no shame in his actions, no guilt in his chest from actions being placed. He looked at her for one moment in disgust, she did something wrong, she did not follow his order and now the entire course of action could be ruined. He looks again and sees the girl he knew he wanted to be with forever but didn't have the proof, he sees her and wishes life with her and is nearly willing to do anything for her but how could he when he couldn't trust her with one simple task, collect all the hostages.

"I swore I had all of them, how was I supposed to know that sneaky bitch would be hiding. I'm sorry Cross I really am." She looked at him and despised hiding their identities, she hated how she wasn't showing her full capabilities. She was devoted to him this was their plan together to be rebellious, to live life to its fullest together. Cross was right, they had to be cautious because reality was chasing them now faster then currently planned, the lady he just killed called authorities they know what's going on and they will arrive at any given moment. If they could live in a world free of punishment this operation wouldn't be considered crime it wouldn't even exist. She loved him and she felt powerful in her Manner, the adrenaline filled in her veins with excitement. "The cops will be here any second now, we have to kill them. All of them." Said Cross. If they were to make away filthy rich and drive off into the sunset like the romantic crime couple they planned to be they had to break the promise they made before they decided to fill themselves with the pleasures of serious felonies. "We aren't murderers." He told her on that night. But at this moment they had no choice they can't leave with survivors or witnesses will expose the truth that they are. Willing herself to break the planned she took all her energy and with a glad smile prepared herself, the excitement was new and spontaneous. "Plaid I need you to help me kill them." He took one look at his girlfriend who was front and center in the lobby of the Bank on 93rd and Crawford, facing the line of civilians that attended that bank on that fateful day.

He never killed anyone, he didn't even know that lady that called for emergencies. But he killed her anyways, he felt a twinge of greater thrill in that moment. Looking at his girlfriend with cold eyes he watched her raise her gun towards the line of people, he began to raise his along with hers, the tension the couple was building wouldn't break them apart it would set them on a raging path. "Are you ready baby." She asked him. "I was born baby."

BANG... BANG... BANG..

Down the row they all fell to the silver cap, the Lady crying falling face first to the center of the crest marble floor, her bloods oozing out of her crown as it pooled with the salivation from her black soaked cloth. The other following her manner with the split second realization that there was no way out, that this was the end.

Cross felt something different that day, Plaid felt something greater that day. Once she shot her first victim he looked at her a second time on that day and didn't see his girlfriend anymore, he seen his woman. Any doubts or uncertainties about whether he loved her diminished away because it was concrete. He loved her, everything about her. She was powerful in that moment taking away lives just as they would run away with that money. She turned to look at him, hot rage filled in her eyes. "Let's go." She said, her insides filling with a newfound pleasure, Plaid and Cross the power couple of Seattle. She could see it on the headlines, the future of traveling around the country living as free with her lover as they pleased. Admiration filled her heart and her soul convinced her mind, she looked at him with his thick black hair and his clean shaved face, his perfect muscled figure. She walked up to him fast passed and grabbed both of his cheeks in her palms and gave him the longest kiss of her life, smashing his black sunglasses against the imprints on his face. Stumbled for a second he dropped the duffle full of K's next to his left leg and grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him.

He felt something that day he wanted to be closer to her, even with both of there skin breaking and the sweat of each other mixing, that moment he was never closer to her then when she took that first shot. And every time he were to shoot again he would feel the deepest love for her in the world, when he was shooting they were shooting together for each other. They were powerful and they were unstoppable. He didn't just think he loved her anymore he knew he did and once that kiss broke apart they grabbed there bag of money, ran out of that bank and drove off in their car going in the opposite of the car crash and into a street that would lead them towards sthe highway where the sky was filled of shades of orange and red and the air was as free and clean as they were.