the criminal // S.M.

6 // blue house

I sat on my back porch, fiddling with my cigarette and thinking about Shawn.

His words really stuck with me all day. He acted like he knew everything about me.

Did he? Should I be worried about him busting me?

He seems so nice though, I can't possibly imagine him wanting to snitch. Although maybe it is all just an act to get closer to me.

Either way, I'm not going to let him. For my own good and for his, I won't let my reputation ruin his.

I brought my cigarette up to my lip and cupped my hand around the edge and lit it. I breathed in the harmful substances and held it. It tickled and burned the back of my neck, a sensation I have learned to appreciate more over time. I blew it all out, the smoke clouding my vision in a relaxing kind of way.

Propping my feet up on the railing of the deck and leaning my head back, I wondered what I must've done to anger the gods so bad that they gave me the ultimate punishment; being born.

+

I was woken up at 3am by my phone ringing.

"Where?" I asked, my voice groggy.

My cellphone is a 30 dollar one from Walmart. It was my parents before they got taken in, and now it is mine. The viper is the only one who calls with business, so I don't even bother asking who it is.

"Fifth street. Behind the blue house. I'm on my way as well."

"Alright," I hung up.

I climbed out of my bed and slipped on my black combat boots and leather jacket. I already had on leggings and a tee shirt, and I was too tired to change out of them. I quickly felt around my neck to make sure my necklace was still there and grabbed my backpack.

I stopped by the safe to grab a gun and some bullets before heading out the door, and driving away on my bike.

+

I reached fifth street and looked for the iconic blue house I've done so many businesses transactions behind.

Throughout the city, we have different locations we go to do our "deeds."

For example, this little home that once belonged to a member of the underground. I can't remember his name, but he was shot down by police about ten or so years ago and in his honor we have made his abandoned house one of our spots.

I looked around me to make sure no one was watching as opened the gate and walked my bike through to the graveyard of innocent souls.

I leaned my bike against the side of the house and analyzed the situation.

The viper was already there with a man in his late thirtys. He looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on where I knew him from. His hands were tied behind his back like most, but he didn't have a gag over his mouth and he looked very confused.

"Two nights in a row eh?" I asked viper.

"You know it," he said with a smirking face. He disgusted me.

"What did he do?"

"He was working with the one from yesterday."

With those words, the guy's eyes lit up as he finally understood what was going on.

"What did you do with Elizabeth?!" He cried.

"Don't worry about it," I told him and turned back to viper. "Do we even have any definitive evidence he was going to snitch? Unlike you I don't like doing this for fun."

"He knows too much. We can't let that kind of information run on the streets."

I wanted to argue, but I knew it was no use. Instead I just reached into my backpack and got my gun, and slung it back over my shoulders. I took a few steps closer to the man, and viper forced him down onto his knees.

"Skylar, please."

I raised my gun at him, alarmed by the sound of my name.

"How do you know that?" I merely barked at him.

"2nd grade."

As soon as the words left his mouth the memories flooded back. This guy was my 2nd grade teacher so many years ago. The one that sat me next to brown eyed boy, the one who took care of me, and the one that let me go to the nurses office at least once a week.

Not going to lie, 2nd grade was a super fun year, probably the best year from elementary school. I would give everything to help him up and take him for a nice cup of coffee and catch up. Find out what I was really like at a young age.

But we can't all get what we want.

"I'm sorry Mr. Atkins, but I have to do this."

Cocked the gun, pointed it at what good memories I had left, and pulled the trigger.

I watched with teary eyes as Justin Atkins' eyes rolled into the back of his head, blood poured down his face, and he toppled over.

The Viper gave the sight a pleased look, one with wistful eyes yet mean demeanor.

"I'll meet you back at the bar."

I nodded ever so microscopically, not taking my eyes off my former teacher.

A/N
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