The adrenaline pounding throughout their veins riled them to extremes, the soft pounding of a healthy heart thumping in their caged chests.
A strange, guttural growl rings out as Michael narrowly dodges a stray bullet, diving behind an upturned vehicle, where his co-worker, Geoff, peaks up from behind it.
"Get over here, dickwad! The police are getting tougher… we should go at this more co-hearse-like." He states as Michael settles beside him.
His eyes flicker over the burning rubble, and he runs for it, stuttering for a moment as he gets out of the way, spittle forming at his lips.
Michael sits there. Simply sits and waits. Should he go? Will it kill him? It seems pretty bad over there anyways, but Geoff seems to be handling it well, he’s got the burning intensity of a thousand billygoats, anyways-
And suddenly his heart, after just slowing down, thumps again. Hard. It makes his chest hurt, and feels like he’s about to sputter up blood. A hard, cold piece of metal rests against his auburn locks, a grizzly, unkempt man at the other end.
"Wonder how you look with a bullet in your brain," The man curred, cocking the gun.
Just as Michael accepted inevitable fate and shut his eyes tightly, a spray washed over him the the male’s body fell limp before him. He beamed and caught eye of their very own Ryan Haywood, sporting a new car, commonly present skull mask hanging loosely in his fingers, a chiseled grin on his face.
"We got the money, let’s scram!"
The sounds of a few final shots and then silence as the entirety of the 6 booked it to the car
They caught each others looks and smiled. Michael had no idea where the other four had managed to get themselves, but now they were all here in complete safety within the automobile, Ryan put the car into ignition, tucking away his small pistol within his pocket.
"Michael, dude, you gotta be more careful with yourself." Geoff stated, who sat in the front beside Ryan.
The curly haired man only made a small nod in understanding, gathering the look of the car.
Uhm… Van, actually. Mini van. It had a pale tan inside, the front seats were synthetic fur. It’s really no surprise this is the one Ryan grabbed to drive them out, they’re so commonly used and it’s one of the few that can actually hold everyone.
Without warning, a high-pitched yelp kicked Michael out of his daze.
"Dude, what the fuck?" He asked, putting pressure on the last word, not denying the fact that it startled him and made his hair stand on end.
"Sorry, it’s just Jack sat on my… uhm… things." Gavin stated from behind, seeing as he was in the very back seat.
Jack turned to Gavin and gave him a sympathetic look, moving slightly so the vaugley damaged and crumpled feathers could be pulled out from under him.
"Lovely, so now I won’t be able to fly until I iron them," He whined sarcastically.
"It’s not like you fly much anyways." Ryan butted it, but kept his eyes on the road.
"Mhm… You gotta point, but, ugh, can I take them out of the binding? They hurt."
Gavin’s binding was more of two lumps on his backside. There was no way it was possible to completely remove the look of the wings, they were huge after all. To co-inside this, he wears a large cape during heists, so no one can tell what he’s hiding.
"Gavin I swear to god if you take your wings out of those I’m throwing you out the car." Geoff said from the passengers side.
By that time, he already had one wing out of the binding, and everyone in the car got a faceful of brown down.
"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!"
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Binds and Brands
ActionIt's not uncommon for collectors of the rare to scope out those known as hybrids, half human, half animal. Their beautiful forms and strange anatomy spell themselves rarer and rarer due to hunting. However, a certain group, as well known as the Mafi...
