(3 years later)
Johns pov:
The loud alarm bells rang. Shit! I pulled out my gun and shot a few people who were running. Nothing like a good old bank robbery.
"Move! Move! Move!" Tyler yelled and grabbed my sweatshirt. I ran out with two big sacks of money over my shoulder and watched the gang climb into the van. David steps on the gas without me! I tossed the money in and sprinted.
The sound of police sirens, helicopters, cameras, and shouts filled my ears. For the past 3 years we have been the #1 criminal gang in the world. No body was in our way. Our relationship was stronger than ever. Life was chaotic and perfect.
"Come on delirious! Jump!" I heard the gang encourage me. Forcing my feet to run faster I heard tires screech. The engine of a car speeding towards me made adrenaline pump even harder. Evan reached his hand out and I closed my eyes and threw myself at him. Strong muscular arms wrapped around my waist and hoisted me up. Being throw on the floor I opened my eyes and saw pairs of eyes on me.
"Thanks bros!" I laughed. Forcing myself to sit back up I grabbed a gun and popped my head out of the top and aimed for the tires of police and military vehicles. The helicopters were above us. Bullets and smoke filled the air and it smelled heavenly.
David drove like a mad man, swerving down roads and dodging different things. Lui was in the passenger shouting orders of which direction with a map in hand while the rest for us shot at whatever needed to be shot at.
Hearing a Irish scream Brian clutched his arm and fell back into the van for retreat. Brock came to the aid with a kiss.
The air soared passed my ears and my hair blew everywhere in my face. Still being able to shoot perfectly.
You've done well the past few years.
I guess following in your footsteps was a good idea.
Took you long enough.
Thanks, keep in touch with me. I missed your advice.
Finally, I will trust me.
I trust you.
I shot the wing of a helicopter and it crashed into many other cars. A cop case was what people loved to see and it's what I love to do. Get into fights, be a bad thing, this was my purpose.
Even if there is so much commotion I can still be me. I can be killin and chillin.
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Killin And Chillin (h20vanoss)
FanfictionDelirious was raised by an assassin after the death of his parents. He was only 3 when they died and is at the age of 16 now. He knew everything about stealth and combat. He was sent to high school and was there to kill the principal there. He was...
