As we snuck into the wealthy familys' home, I couldn't help but grin. What a rush! I felt as though all this time I'd been missing out on so much. The adrenaline felt amazing, blood coarsing through my veins as we searched around the parents' bedroom.
"They've got nice stuff, don't they?" I remarked, picking up an antique-looking jewellery box from their nightstand. It had rusty gold markings with little blue jewels dashed around it.
What a treasure.
"Take it." Selina said, grabbing things and throwing them into her bag, "These people are rich as heck, so anything we get here we can flog for a lotta cash." She grinned.
I smiled back at her, handing the jewellery box to her before freezing as I heard the bedroom door creak open.
The music was blaring downstairs with the party in its highlights, I wondered whether a couple of guests had decided to get comfortable elsewhere.
To my surprise, a little girls' head popped around from the door.
"Uh, Selina," I muttered, staring at the little girl with wide eyes, "You didn't say anything about kids..."
After we'd tied the little girl and her brother up, we finishing up with what we were doing.
I was sitting with our hostages on the ground near their parent's bed as Selina snatched a few more items.
"You're about eleven, twelve years old, am I right?" I questioned. Not like they could answer, though, as we'd bound their mouths shut with ductape, "I'm guessing you'll be doing some exams soon, huh? In school, I mean."
I looked around the large bedroom, the wallpaper was a delicate blue followed by lacey gold decor, "Rich enough to afford school." I murmured.
The boy began whailing loudly, which angered me.
"Get him to shut up!" Selina ordered.
"You know," I said, gritting my teeth as I leaned in closer, "I really hate boys!" And within a second I was cutting deeply into the fleshy neck of the little boy - his sister crying in distraught next to him.
I grinned from ear to ear as he bled out over my knife.
"What the hell have you done?!" Selina shouted, her eyes wide as she stopped in her tracks. Cackling, I withdrew my knife from the now corpse.
Not a second later, the music downstairs had abruptly stopped.
Footsteps could be heard rushing up the stairs and towards the bedroom.
"We gotta leave, c'mon!" Selina said, making a dash for the window as I followed after her.
We fled from the scene; the screams and cries of the party guests could be heard from far down the street, and yet, I felt proud of myself.
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