Pain...
Pain was the only thing that I could feel...
Anger...
Anger was there too...
Deep down inside my heart...
Pain...
Where a shotgun rounds was in my stomach but was protected by my body armor, but not much of it...
Anger...
Flames was burning within my eyes as I glare at them who once a family to me..
Sangres..
Scarface...
Rust...
Sydney...
Jimmy...
Bodhi...
Jiro...
Sokol...
Bonnie...
Jacket...
Dragan...
Clover...
John...
Houston...
Wolf...
Hoxton...
Chains...
Dallas...
And above all else...
Bain...
That name...
It makes me want to kill him...,
because he set it up ...
just for me...
to be...
discarded...
Because of my lack of skills...,
bad enough to almost put everyone in the gang in jail...
So they planed for this to happen...
just to remove a weed before it will be grown into a flower...
and...
I am...
that weed...
(Y/N): "Why did you do this?!"
Dallas: "We're just discarding a defective tool before setting off, Rookie."
Yea...
That's what they called me...
Rookie...
Minutes ago before helicopter escape
???: "They're getting away!"
???: "Stop them!"
Rookie: "Damit! We would've hired a better driver!"
Dallas: "Ya think?!"
Me and Dallas was haling the last two bags of cash into the helicopter before flew off with the rest of the members of the Payday Gang. There were two twin engine helicopters and of them had the unoccupied seats for us. As we threw the bags into the vehicle, the SWAT soldiers were there, set foot on the roof of the small store building, same one as me and Dallas were about to set foot off.
Dallas went in and when it would be my turn to get on.
Dallas: "There's something that I need to do."
Rookie: "What is it?"
Dallas: "This."
As he shot me to the stomach with his shotgun. The blast of the gun sent me onto the surface.
The SWATs were extremely surprised about this surprising event. It was enough to halt their movement completely and gaze upon what looks like a traitorous thing.
I quenched in pain and tried to cover the wound with my right hand.
Rookie: "Why did you do this?!"
Dallas: "We're just discarding a defective tool before setting off, Rookie."
A Defective Tool...?
Me...?
Rookie: "Why am I that?!"
Hoxton: "We would be gone sooner if weren't for you, Airy-fairy." (Not Strong, weak)
Scarface: "You almost had us putted behind bars."
Dallas: "Alright guys, enough chit-chat. Leave this worthless tool here to be broken."
They agreed and left me behind to die...
Before they were about to take off,
Dallas takes my mask, my comm and...
breaks my mask...
My mask...
they given it to me as a welcoming gift...
and now...
shattered...
beside me...
Before they were out of my sight, some of the members, mainly Wolf and Sydney, looked down.
I think they were regretted for what they did but they had to hide it just to be in the same side as them.
Before the clouds would cover the helicopters, I raised my right hand, the one I used to cover my wound and form a fist with it and I screamed at them
Rookie: "I WILL GET YOU! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!"
When the clouds covered them, I let my hand to be in its original place and I cried for help.
Rookie: "HELP ME!"
I heard people rushing towards me and entered my view. It was the SWATs.
SWAT 1: "You're gona be OK, just hang on."
I was surprised, they were helping me. One of them was calling someone, maybe for an ambulance.
Rookie: "Why are you helping me..."
SWAT 2: "What we see there was treacherous. Criminal or not, we won't let you die."
The first finished the call and said.
SWAT 1: "He said its OK for this. Sir, help is on the way, you'll make it out alive."
Sir? I thought they gona called me something bad.
Now...
I heard sirens...
Ambulance Sirens...
They arrived...
I slowly raised my left hand just to be held by one of the SWATs.
Rookie: "Your hand was warm... I feel cold for all a sudden..."
SWAT 2: "Oh no. This is bad."
I looked at the first and he was having over the building, calling to meet on the roof. Then I heard running louder as they got close, I looked at them to see who they are. There're the paramedics. They were saying something but I only heard parts of it.
PM 1(Paramedics): "What happened here?"
SWAT 1: "There's ................ to explain! We need .................... alive!"
Then they carried me onto a stretcher, quickly but carefully. My vision was starting to blur. They carried me into the ambulance and something onto my face.
PM 2: "............. his breathing......... This is bad...."
I feel tired...
I need some...
shut...
eye......
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Betrayed Heister (Sydney X Male Reader)
FanfictionBeing a Rookie was bad enough. But being betrayed was another.
