Normani sits on the couch, Lauren asleep on her lap. She plays with the girl's hair and sips her wine. She hasn't been able to fall asleep since her falling out with Arielle. She's tried to put on a brave face, but something keeps eating at her. Normally, if something is bothering her, the darker girl would just kill it dead. But she can't kill her sister.
Or can she?
Normani starts a war inside of her head. She knows that she as the power to kill her sister, but at the same time Arielle is her family. She may have put her through years of undeniable hell, but she was her sister. Even if she is the reason that Normani grew up on the streets. Arielle did tell her parents that Normani shouldn't be allowed back into their home. It was probably to save her dumb ass reputation at school. Arielle is the reason why she is who she is, but once again she's her sister.
Ah, fuck it.
Normani gets up, accidentally stirring Lauren from her sleep.
"Sorry baby," The darker girl whispers, leaning down to kiss the paler girl good night. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Where are you going?" The Latina asks, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
"Out," The older girl says bluntly.
"Oh no," Lauren mutters. "You have that look."
"What look?" Normani asks innocently.
"The look you get when you're about to kill someone," The younger girl explains. "Is it Arielle?" The older girl looks away, not answering her question.
"Don't get caught," She commands, walking to their bedroom.
And Normani didn't.
She pulled up to Arielle's condo, noticing that her husband wasn't home yet. She climbs up the side of the window, her body fitting easily through the small opening. She took out her knife and hopped up on the bed, disturbing her older sister from her sleep. She screamed, and magically the police started banging on the front door.
"Hey Ari," Normani greets devilishly, straddling her older sister. "Nice to see you again."
"Please Mani," Arielle begs. "Please don't do this!"
"Oh?" The older girl cocks her head to the side. "I like it when you beg. Do it again."
"Please Mani," Arielle repeats, a frantic and pleading tone in her voice. "Please don't kill me." The darker girl puts a finger on her chin, tapping in twice. She smirks and leans in towards Arielle's ear.
"No," The knife goes straight through Arielle's chest, a loud gurgling sound erupting from her as she coughs up blood. Her body goes cold and limp, and Normani reaches up to the wall. She writes the initials NKH in Arielle's blood, drawing a little heart. She hears the front door open, and instantly sprints out the window. She dives and sticks the landing, thanking her parents silently for the gymnastic lessons she had as a child.
"Family too?" A voice asks. "You've gone ballistic."
"If it isn't my best cop friend," Normani snickers. "Why hello, Veronica."
"She was your family!" The brunette exclaims.
"Keyword: was," The darker girl snaps. "Arielle is the reason you and I are talking to each other like this."
"You can't blame anyone else for what you've become," Veronica reasons.
"That bitch made me who I am," Normani spat. "I lived a good two years of my life on the streets because of her. She could care less about me, especially since all she wanted to save was that pathetic image of her. I originally only fought people, killed people, and stole because I didn't know what else to do. You think I honestly wanted to go on a killing spree? Hell no, but I did what I had to do just to stay alive. A fucking gang member from Oakland took me in because she felt bad, and now she's one of my closest friends. I've got it made now - a walking billionaire who's gotten her hands just a tad bit dirty along the way."
"By killing and robbing?" Veronica hisses.
"I learned along the way that that was the only way I could start making money," The darker girl yells. "Do you know how many people want others dead? I made a fuck ton of money just by poisoning their food. I even killed somebody while riding him. Now I see what maids go through."
"You need help," The brunette suggests.
"The time for help is over," The older girl growls. She jumps into her car and speeds off, heading home.
Even if it was just killing Arielle and telling her life story to Veronica, Normani felt like she'd lifted a massive weight off her shoulders. She actually came to closure with her past, but she wasn't done yet.
Months had gone by, and a little birdie told Normani about Arielle's funeral. She knows that her family is aware that she killed her sister, but she gives zero fucks. She grabs three roses, each of them a different color. She steals Lauren's lighter, stuffing it in her Louboutin pocketbook. She was doing the younger girl a favor, since she needed to lay off the smoking anyway.
She drove to the sight, watching from afar in her black Maserati. She opens the door and gets out, smirking. Arielle's husband, Keith, sprints towards her, fuming. He raises his hand to punch the girl, and Normani can almost feel the overpowering grief and rage that resided in him. She dodges, looking down at him.
"Well," Normani gasps. "Hello to you too Keith."
"You're not welcome here bitch," He growls, standing up.
"Don't you look wonderful," The darker girl complements. "Black really suits you. Suited my sister too."
"Get away from here!" Keith shouts.
"I just came to properly say goodbye to my sister," The older girl chuckles. "Is that so wrong?"
"You had a chance to do that when you killed her in our bed," Normani pouts.
"I don't say goodbye to victims," She complains. "My sister is the only exception." She brushes past Keith, smirking when she watched the crowd hastily disperse as she walked through. Her mother dabbed her eyes, weeping into her father's arms.
"You're not welcome here," Derrick bellows, taking a step back.
"Relax," Normani eases, hiding the lighter in her fist. "I won't hurt you."
"I bet that's what you said to Arielle," He retorts. The darker girl chuckles.
"Something like that," She took the black rose and lit it on fire, throwing it onto the coffin. She threw the other two roses after it, turning around.
"This is cute," She snickers. "My own family is beyond scared of me."
"That's because you're a murderer!" Her mother yells.
"Shut up you old bitch," Normani snaps.
"How dare you?" The older woman shrieks. "I am your mo-"
"You lost the right to be my mother when you listened to her and kicked me out. I should've killed you too."
"You wouldn't," Andrea gasps, scooting closer to Derrick.
"I won't, at least, not yet. Have fun without your little pride and joy." She strides off, her head held high. It had been ages since she'd seen her entire family, but she was utterly surprised at the fact that nobody called the cops.
She wasn't that scary, right?
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The Heist
FanfictionThere's only one way to make it in this world, and it's not a good one.