apathy | fillie.

「prologue」

[TW: LANGUAGE. VIOLENCE.]

❝ oh, I miss when we first met, he didn't know me yet ! ❞

━ PROLOGUE.

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DATE：june 2 1992
- THREE YEARS PRIOR TO PRESENT -

"WHAT THE hell is this?"
joe cried upon entering the dim room. with a pair of sunglasses having been ripped from his eyes and a sore expression painted over his face, he stepped in disturbance over to the steel table that was lit by the only light bulb in the room that seemed to work without flickering every so often.

behind him entered a stick-like young woman with mousy locks and dull blue eyes that seemed to bulge open at her surroundings, eyeing the figure in front of them curiously. her lips pursed in uncertainty and her thin arms crossed over her chest.
"mind telling us what's going on, matt?" she questioned through noisy chomps of bubblegum.

a third figure stepped into the door. he was relatively skinny with beady black eyes and a cigarette hanging lazily from thin woven lips. slipping an arm around the bug-eyed woman, he began to reach for the gun in his side pocket, his senses heightened and posture ready to strike.

"oh please, charlie, put it away, it's just a kid," the young woman asserted, her round grey-blue dimes now following the motion of the gun that charlie had reached for.
"I heard joe yell, nat," he spoke with a smoky british cadence as his fingers departed from the weapon.
"shut it," joe spat, "I want to hear what matt has to say."
matthew modine stepped slowly towards the trio with his long arms set poignantly behind his back, his posture straight and assertive. the contrasting light made his wrinkles and grimace appear even further deepened as if he were a mask in the darkness.

"you're right, natalia, it is a kid," he remarked, giving nat a nod and shooting charlie a glare. "he's one of the fastest kids in the country." the trio watched as matthew placed a supportive hand on the sitting child's shoulder, his expression proud and buoyant. "his name is finn wolfhard, and he's your getaway driver."

finn sat at the steel table quietly, dark blocky sunglasses masking his eyes and expression blank yet aggressive. the odd lighting of the room made his pale speckled skin appear almost ghostlike, completely contrasting his ebony curls that framed his sharp features. though his shades concealed his eyes, it appeared that he was stuck in an angry trance, as he remained motionless and wordless all at once.

"this kid is our driver?" joe exclaimed with disbelief, motioning towards the small statue in front of him, "how old is he? twelve?"

"fourteen."

charlie raised his eyebrows in revelation, "so he speaks."
matthew gave a chuckle and patted finn's shoulder, then releasing his grasp and returning his hands to behind his back. "not much, but yes, he does."

nat circled the area hesitantly, her arms still crossed and mouth still chomping away at her gum, making wet sounds with each movement of her jaw. "where'd you find him?" she asked, glaring at the kid with curiosity.
"caught him trying to steal my car about four years ago," matt explained with a knowing smile, "he was fast. real fast."
"obviously not fast enough to escape you, though," charlie observed, taking a long drag from his cig and bending over to examine finn more closely.
"not as fast as me, no, but definitely one of the fastest I'd ever seen," he stated, shaking his head in remembrance. "he's been working under me since then. been with about 23 other heist crews now. he's good."