Jinx.

Chapter 1: The Voices

Hayden POV:

It's not my fault the voices told me to do it. It's my fault for listening. The car was begging to be stolen, I just couldn't leave it there for someone else to take.

It was a blue convertible Volkswagen beetle. You don't need a muscle car when you can drive a clown car. Besides the footage from the police chase will be more entertaining to watch later. What cop can't catch a Volkswagen? I tossed a handful of pink glitter into the cars interior to make sure the police knew it was me wreaking this havoc. Pink glitter has always been my signature, even from the time I was a little girl. When I'd steal cookies there would always be glitter covering the cookie jar.

I giggled like a maniac as the music was cranked up and the sirens fell in tune with the radio. My blonde hair whipped around me like a crumbling halo. The sirens were getting louder and the chase was pumping adrenaline through me.

Making my decision to not get caught, I took the next sharp turn into a parking garage. There are plenty of them all around New York. When I was on the second level of the garage I ducked and rolled out of the car as it drove into two other cars, effectively crashing all of them while causing a lot of smoke.

I heard the police car coming closer so I sprinted to the stair case. By the time the police caught up to me I was already lost in the steady flow of New Yorkers on the busy street. Just another day's work.

I lived in a small one bedroom flat in the bad part of New York. It was a crumbling brick building covered in spray paint. I loved it. The florescent lights flickered in the cement hallway as I strolled to flat number 12. I never bothered locking the door, I keep everything worth stealing somewhere safer.

I kicked off my shoes and made myself a cup of green tea. I reached under the couch cushions andI flicked open my laptop see if my little stunt today made headlines yet. My home page was the local new's website. What can I say, they love me.

"Jinx strikes again, eluding the police after a comedic car chase. Three cars ended up on fire but luckily no one was hurt. Pink glitter was found on the scene. If anyone has any information about her please contact..." The news reporter droned on in front of the parking garage.

They public still have no idea who I am so they gave me a nick name. I found the name "Jinx" suited me quite well. I've never killed anyone but my rap sheet does include grand theft auto, robbery, assault, assault with a deadly weapon, hacking, ect. I always just ruin someones day, never end it.

When I refreshed the news webpage I found I wasn't the trending story anymore. That made me and the voices angry. All that effort for nothing. The top story was about some mafia family not facing charges after a key witness was killed.

The voices starting getting louder. That wasn't right. That's not how the game works. If you get caught you lose the game, and if you lost the game you need to face the consequences, or escape prison fair and square. I've never lost the game and they have. I should be the number one news story.

I googled the name of the witness and discovered he had ties to the very mafia he betrayed. If he gave the police the information about the shipments and testified he'd face no jail time. Based on how he's now dead the police have some important information.

I want the mafia to play by the rules. Not just any rules, my rules. I was smarter, crazier, and much more dangerous. I'd just need to prove it. I'm going to steal from them.

I went to the NYPD website and cracked through their firewalls using a program I've coded. Technology has always been a puzzle to me. One I'm really good at piecing together. The manuscript from the interrogation barley had anything of use. It was all about the mafia boss, but it did mention some shipments. They seemed very important. I smirked as the voices got excited.