White Collar Crime - An Anonymous Fanfic

the beginning.

Things had been crazy for the past half of a year. It started with the wildfires then the virus and now the protests all over the country. And you couldn't be happier. People were finally rising up like all the media you grew up with was telling you to. The protests were the final straw in the call for revolution, and you wanted to be at the forefront.

You had gone to most of the protests in your city but there were only so many there so you decided that this movement was way too important to sit at home and watch others protest, so you followed the protests.

It had been a few weeks since the first protests and you had travelled halfway across the U.S. to fight the injustice and you had ended up in Los Angeles, where most of the major protests were still occurring. Although you had run out of resources and hotels weren't renting rooms to the protesters in support of the facist system.

So that's how you ended up sleeping on the streets of LA, waiting for the protests everyday. While shaking on the cold concrete you had started to think of how stupid this all was. How could you think that travelling across the country with one months salary and no back-up would be a good idea. It obviously wasn't as you found yourself shivering on the ground.

You hoped that someone would stop by and offer hospice, that's what you relied on now, going from place to place, trying not to overstay your welcome. Because of this you hadn't had a shower in days and you felt grimey, the only water you would get is when you had been tear gassed.

This was no way of living, you thought as you started to stand up on shaky legs and stumble toward the next lit building. Almost all the buildings in the area you had found yourself in were closed from covid-19 or the protests so when you stumbled upon an office building with lights on in the lobby you felt blessed.

You pushed through the revolving door slowly, your muscles felt weak and drained from countless hours on the streets. You saw a security guard behind a desk and started toward him.

"Hello? Can you please help me? I-I can't stand very well..." You trailed off, your voice gruff from the many chants at protests. As you arrived at the desk you noticed that the security guard had a mask covering his mouth and glasses on, his only discernible quality was his long coily hair.

He stood up from behind the desk and quickly rushed around to lead you to one of the couches in the lobby. The feeling of cushion under your body after countless nights sleeping on the hard ground felt almost orgasmic, not to mention the feeling of kind hands on the face and neck were also welcoming.

"Miss, are you okay?" The security guard had lifted his glasses and you saw his concerned eyes as he felt along your neck for a pulse and your forehead for a fever. You couldn't respond, almost falling asleep from the soft surface. He looked panicked but calmed as soon as he got the idea to call the higher ups.

"Um, we have a situation down in the main lobby-" The security guard started, scanning the area carefully before being cut off. "No, it's nothing bad, there's just a girl here, she's not doing good."

You felt blissed out, only catching bits and pieces of what was going on and it seemed like as soon as the call ended the elevator doors opened and there were several men walking out. Your eyes fluttered toward them, fighting sleep and you saw a familiar mask. You couldn't quite put your finger on where you had seen it before.

You were sort of scared but at the same time, these men did not exude a dangerous aura, they seemed like the good guys. Suddenly one of the guys, wearing a black hoodie came over and squatted beside you.

"Who is she?" He asked the other guys wearing the same style mask and you finally remembered who they were.

They were anonymous. And with that sleep won the battle.