Desirable justice

Bonnie and Clyde

In life they're are certain dilemmas that can change everything. One wrong move, one misplaced piece of garbage in the road can ruin everything. Times like this where plans go crumbling to pieces where panic sends your body into panic mode, adrenaline pumping through your veins whilst your body is trying to fight back the urge to just run is times where I believe that this world is punishing me.

My ears feel like I've been plummeted under water the dull numbness sending me into a frightening state of calm, my vision is as clear as it's been in awhile as I accept the predicament for what it is.

We are all well and truly fucked.

From this point on the plan is potentially out of the window, as my pulse begins to slow as the fear washes away from me, my brain goes into overdrive trying to come up with a plan on how we can turn this situation around whilst still succeeding at my plan, it doesn't help that Alora is practically hyperventilating in the front whilst Rosaline is shouting down my ear panic evident in her voice.

But whilst they continue I just relax myself as my brain pieces together how we're going to fix this thoughts jumping into my brain one after another, the tires have been caught on something causing them to pop which could've alerted anyone nearby, we're out in a van in the middle of the night which will attract attention as it looks suspicious, the drugs will be wearing of as I can already hear the panicked sobs coming from the back which isn't ideal at all.

So how do we get out of this with the plan as unscathed as possible.I let out a breath as my mind works itself away trying to find a solution.

" Ah-ha" I blurt out, a plan finally formulating.

" Care to share what your scheming or shall we sit here like waiting ducks ready for the police to come pick us up!" Rosaline shouts.

I just glare at her amusement tugging at the corners of my lips as I notice how out of the pair of us she doesn't do well under stress, I note back to when we first met how she'd swing on her chair whilst in our meetings or act in a childish manner so it doesn't surprise me that at the brink of complete and utter failure her reaction isn't to just stay calm whilst trying to figure out a plan but it is to go into panic mode, refusing to hear any reason. I glance over at Alora her eyes wide with shock probably thinking about all the ways the plan has gone wrong, it seems like I'm the only level headed one or maybe I'm just the psychopath without any situational awareness of how serious this situation is.

I'll never know.

But either way it seems my calmness is a blessing since if what I have come up with works then nobody will be going to prison today to hell maybe but not to prison.

I lean forward sitting myself up taking a deep breath in as I explain the plan.

" Rosaline you'll quickly go into the back of the van and swiftly deal with Sophie, I have one more anaesthesia that'll knock her out until we get to the house. Alora you will call your boyfriend Harlow about the damage to the tire in which he'll need to come and replace it, before you say anything yes I am completely aware that the longer this takes the lighter it'll get meaning the more dangerous plus I have already made note of how the popping tire could've drawn attention meaning this needs to be executed all in under half an hour.
In order to execute this plan on time I'm going to have to mutilate Sophie after Rosaline has knocked her out, we don't have time to wait till we get back to near my house where we'll be dumping the body. It needs to be done quickly then we can just get her back to where we plan on leaving her then we move on to our next victim. We need this plan swiftly completed with Annabella Jameson going to prison for our murders, we don't have time to dally around"

Rosaline looks at me in astoundment regarding me for a swift second something unrecognisable in her eyes.

" Your a genius Alice. Pass me the syringe so I can get started with Sophie, then when you come to kill her I'll be helping" I'm about to protest before she says, " I'm the flower killer Alice. As much as you are skilled at murdering your more skilled at using your brain to work out the logistics of the plan, you can't copy the way my crimes look because it takes a certain amount of darkness to do them"