Chapter 1 (Unedited)
Kiera POV
What happened to my parents after that day remains a mystery to me, but it's one of those things that I can't find out with a click of my computer. Honestly, I don't really want to find out. I've just got over the nightmares, I don't need to unravel the past. For me living my life now, is the road I'm heading down.
"Kieraaaaa..." the hyperactive yellow blob in front of me whined, clicking his fingers in front of my face. Slapping his hands away from my face I replied, "Hmm, what would you and your annoying blond hair like?"
"Nah ah Kiki, you missed an adjective in that sentence-" Meet Marcos. The 19 year old computer nerd who has the hyperness of a 8 year old.
"A what?"
"Ya know you meant," he stopped to make non existing speech marks in the air, "what would you and your gorgeously annoying blond hair like,"
"No I didn't,"
"Yeah you did, anyways you were zoning off again..."
"oh." We had a moment of silence, until Marco killed it by waving a very crumpled up newspaper in my face."Anyways I was showing you this article. Dylan Dimian, some well rich kid-"
"So basically: snobby and stuck-up. Heard it, seen it and been there."
"Yeah but this kid, he's different-"
All of a sudden, a 6 foot leggy black-hair girl walked in and shouting "MARCOS, Kiki, get your sorry little bums to HQ," before running out leaving Marcos laughing and me confused. Never in my 13 years of living here had I ever heard of a HQ.
"What you giggling about ?" I questioned Marcos, whiles getting up and heading toward the door.
"About the HQ," Marco laughed, taking over me, then slamming the door in my face, like the gentleman he is.
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The so called "HQ," was actual the five of us getting together in the bathroom! "Sweet Baby Jesus please let me keep my my sanity," were the first words that came out my mouth. I guess the bathroom is pretty big, but come on people, it's where you poo and pee. urg!
Somehow, someone had managed to get a table in the middle of the bathroom and had arranged 4 chairs around the table. 4 chairs that were now taken by 4 people's bums, leaving me to sit on what exactly? On the toilet seat. "Hey Kiki, hurry up and sit down so we can start." ordered Marcos, who was smirking as if he won a competition. Wagging my tongue at him, I carefully placed my bum at the edge on the seat.
The Manipulators, was the name we go by. There are 4 of us, 5 if you included the "dad," of the group, Geof. Geoffrey, was simply the old guy that brought us together; in other words our boss and the provider of our victim. Then there was Aidan and Marcos, 21 and 20 year old brothers. Hot ones too, who both have, and I admit it, gorgeously annoying hair. The only other girl would be Abbie, our 21 year old sly slut, with Bambi eyes and a Jackie Chan kick, she's perfect for the job. Bit lost? We con artist...or in other words manipulate them. Them is not some random people. Not just random old buggers on the street, noo. We con those rich buggers, who can afford to take 10p out of their pocket for the homeless, sick, or poor. Those people that steal money of less fortunate, then leave then in a worse a state then they met them in. Those people who spend, spend and spend more...those are the people we manipulate. Our job is well...nicking the cash out from under people's noses. Well it's not nicking, because technically people just hand it over to us with a massive smile. All 4 of had a pretty tragic childhood, mine is practically nothing compared to the others, yet we were all left the same situation: no parents, no money no shelter. We are like family now. Geof helped us, now we help the world...kinda ?
Abbie was passing around some random papers with a familiar guy's face on it. A man dressed in a rich looking suit, with one eye ring in his left ear and the weirdest most piercing blue eyes.
Geof, rubbing the back of his ear and grimace,"Kiddos, listen up. Our next victim, is a bigger and much trickery victim than we have ever had...after this scam...we might have to lie low for a while-"
"meaning?" interrupted the human lie detector, Abbie.
Geof looked down, and started playing with his fingers, "meaning, we will have to resign and split up, go our own separate ways, for a while." Geof sighed, bringing his head up to make eye contact with us, "in other words, this is the end of the road."
"What? I don't understand?" Marco questioned, running his hand through his hair. "Will we...when should...why?,"
"Look, let's just say, this kid is pretty powerful. Yes, we can con him, but after that we need to disappeared. Look we don't have to con thi-"
"Kid? Our next victim is a kid? Geof, who is this?" I asked, waving the picture for effect.
"Guys, meet our newest victim and the richest kid alive in GB, Dylan Dimian."
A/N
I hope anyone who is reading this is enjoying this, i have added more to this chapter, cuz there wasn't enough detail :p Thanks :p
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