"Drop everything you're holding and put your hands up!" Crimson's voice was booming and he sounded like someone older. He was holding a gun, so you'd be stupid not to do it.
Well, the fact that I was also holding one and pointing it to the cashier would be a convincing statement.
Me and Crimson were currently in a store trying to rid of its cash, and some of its food. Him with the money and me with the edibles.
We were wearing masks, gloves, and I was wearing a blonde wig for extra precaution.
"Jackson! Let's go!" I called out to Crimson not using his real name and making my voice sound annoyingly pitchy.
He took one person's car keys and we ran out, escaping with the stolen car.
He drove until he reached the under part of a bridge. He parked the car and we left it there. It was getting dark.
We hastily walked back to Black's place to put the money and food.
I was walking but was suddenly pulled into a dark alleyway.
"What the hell is wrong with you? We're in a hurry and you do this?!" I took a step forward and he pushed me back to where I stood before.
I was rambling and complaining until I saw him pull out a gun. He pointed it at me and I swear, I couldn't breathe.
That exact moment when I stopped to try breathing, he shot me.
He shot me.
His eyes flickering with the same color of the neon lights and the pavement I fell on wet by the previous rainfall.
He backed away slowly until all I could see was darkness.
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