You wake up in the morning, feeling somewhat groggy. You look around and see your bed is empty. You slide from between the soft sheets, shielding your eyes as the sun filters through the blinds and into your room.
You stand up and stretch your arms over your head and then take a look in the mirror. You see a beautiful, 16-year old girl with long, blond hair, small breasts, and a thin body smiles back at you. You slide your hands over your stomach, down your thighs and back up, loving the feel of your palms on your smooth skin. You smile to yourself, flashing your white teeth to the mirror and then turn towards your wardrobe.
You have a wide array out outfits available. You decide that you want to wear a short, slutty skirt and a half-top. You pull on some black panties underneath the skirt... may as well not have everyone looking at your shaved pussy when you walk around.
You twirl around in the mirror and admire your ass. The skirt is so short that you can almost see your ass cheeks. You look absolutely delectable.
You walk down the stairs and head into the kitchen. Your brother is sitting there eating with one of his friends, who looks at you, his mouth falling open as he sees your outfit.
You take a look at your brother, Dave, and his friend, Chris, and then laugh at the two of them before heading for the front door. "Later boys... maybe I'll see you at school," you call back to them.
Chris shouts after you, "Ummm, later! Hope to see you soon!" Chris is a pretty sweet guy.
You step out into the sun and grab some sunglasses from your purse and pull them on. You begin walking down the street towards the bus stop. As cars drive by a few of them honk at the sight of your legs. You smile at the drivers as they slow down.
You reach the bus stop and see a few people sitting there, including a girl you know from school, Mary, and an older guy who deals drugs near the 7-eleven.
You walk over to the drug dealer, who is about 25, white, and looks reasonably clean. You smile at him as you approach and then lean over, putting one hand on his shoulder to whisper in his ear, "Any way that I can score some weed off of you?" you ask him.
You can see him staring at your young breasts through your half-top and you smile at him.
"Ummm, yeah, I got some shit... you got the cash?" he asks you. You have all of $20 in your pocket...
"Umm, is there any way to pay without cash?" you ask him with a sly smile.
He looks at you, surprise in his eyes. "Fuck... yeah, I mean... fuck yeah!" he responds.
"Ummm, you can come back to my place and we can work something out... I live just down the street from here. It's about three blocks away if you don't mind walking," he tells you.
You smile at him and take his hand in yours. His palm is somewhat sweaty, but he holds your hand tight and begins walking you towards his apartment. "My name is Doug," he says to you, looking down at your legs and breasts as he talks and you walk.
You smile and giggle at him, gripping his hand tightly and then pressing his knuckles against the side of your stomach.
Doug continues to try and make small-talk as you approach his house, but you just laugh and giggle. When you arrive at his place you walk around the back and he lets you in through a back door. The place is packed with weed.
One of his friends is lying there on the couch, obviously high out of his mind, and looks up at the two of you as you walk in. "Woah," is all he says.
You tighten your grip on Doug's hand. "So, how about we head to the bedroom?" you say to him with a smile.
He smiles back at you and leads you around packs of weed to his bedroom door. You are unsure how much weed there is in the place, but it seems like a ridiculous amount. And Doug's friend does not seem like much of a guard.
Doug pulls you through the door and into his room and closes it behind him. "So, what do you have in mind, babe?" he asks you with a smile.
"I was thinking we fuck and you give me $300 worth or so... what do you think?" you ask him.
He looks at you. "Fucking $300? Are you shitting me?"
You look back at him. "Ummm, no. Do you know how much under-age pussy is worth?"
He looks at you, then looks at some of the packs of weed piled around the room. "Fair enough. It's not like I'm lacking in supply or anything..."
You smile at him and push him down onto his back on the bed. He has a few trophies from his youth spread out behind the headboard. You immediately unbutton his jeans and pull them down around his ankles. He grabs at his boxers and quickly slides them down around his ankles.
His cock is already hard and sticking straight in the air. It's not exceptionally large, but it's not tiny either. You can feel your pussy moisten as you look at the glistening tip of his cock, precum leaking out.
You slides your panties down and off and then straddle his cock. You rub the head briefly back and forth along your moist pussy and then slowly descend along his length. He grunts in pleasure as his cock fills you.
You begin to ride him with abandon, your young body bouncing up and down on his cock as it fills you. You moan loudly, your hands pressed against his chest as you ride him. He grunts and thrusts hard up into your pussy, making you scream.
He is focused intently on your chest, as the sweat drips down and highlights your nipples through your white half-top. He is grunting loudly as you ride him.
You begin to feel his cock spurt, and he moans loudly, grabbing you by the hips. You reach behind him and grab one of the football trophies from behind the headboard. His eyes are closed as he moans, his cum spraying into you. You bring the trophy down onto his forehead with all your might.
You expected him to be knocked out immediately, but his eyes shoot open. Before he can scream, you have hit him again in the face. His hands grab your hips to try and struggle, but with the third blow to the face his head lolls to the side.
You are mounted, his hard cock still in your pussy and cum dripping down to pool on his crotch, blood on your hands from the gash in his head. Fuck.
You roll off of him and look around the room. The house is absolutely filled with packaged weed. There is a fortune worth of drugs in the place, and even Doug's bedroom is just full of it.
You grab your phone from your bag and flip it open. You dial Chris' number.
"Hey, it's me," you say to him.
"Umm, hey. What's up?" he asks you.
"I need your help. I'm going to text you an address. You need to come here with your truck, and you need to bring some kind of weapon and be ready to fight."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" he asks you.
"Some guys tried to rape me... you need to get me out of here Chris!" you tell him.
"Oh fuck... I'll be right there!" he responds.
You close your phone and smile. You text him the address and tell him that he needs to enter through the back and one of the rapists is there on the couch. You turn and look over at Doug. You feel the cum dripping down your thighs. You grab his pants and wipe the cum from the inside of your legs. You grab your black panties and pull them back around your legs.
Then you grab his sheets and use them to tie him, hands behind his back, to the bed. You grab his own boxers and shove them into his mouth. You grab some packing tape from a nearby package of weed and use it to fasten the tape across Doug's mouth.
You then congratulate yourself on the excellent job you have done.
You open the door and peek out, watching Doug's friend laying there on the couch snacking and watching TV. A few minutes later, Chris bursts through the back door holding an aluminum bat. The guy looks at him, his eyes widen, and he begins fumbling under the cushions for something.
Just as he pulls a gun from beneath the cushions of the couch, Chris is on him, swinging the bat violently and screaming "RAPIST!"
You rush out into the room as Chris is banging on the guy's head. You grab Chris' arm and he turns to you, blood covering his face. You didn't want to kill anyone, but you can tell by the way the guy's head is smashed in that things have already gone too far...
"Chris, we need to take these drugs and just get out of here as fast as we can!" you say to him.
He looks at you, and then looks around at his surroundings. "Drugs... what... why the fuck do we need drugs? I thought these guys raped you..."
"They did!" you respond. "But if we take all the drugs then people will think it was a drug raid and blame a rival gang! They will know it was something personal if we leave all the drugs here..."
Chris nods at you. "You're right... that one guy was able to do this to you?" he asks you.
"Ummm, no. There is another guy tied up in the other room. I managed to overpower him and tie him up before you got here. That's how I called."
Chris smiles at you. "Fuck, you're amazing kid... but won't he be able to ID you? Shouldn't we deal with him?"
"We can just scare him into not telling anyone that it was us... that should work, right?" you say to Chris.
He looks at you. "Yeah, I mean... fuck, I guess. I don't know. Might as well try, right?"
The two of you walk into the bedroom where Doug is still laying there, tied to the bed, with his cock lying flaccid on this thigh. Chris walks up to him and gives him a smash to the knee. Doug's eyes shoot open and he looks up in fear.
"Look, you fucking piece of shit," Chris begins. "We killed your other fucking rapist buddy. And we'll come back here and kill you if you tell anyone it was us, got that?"
He looks at the two of you and begins shaking his head no. Chris hits him in the stomach and Doug lurches up, moaning into his shorts.
"I will fucking tear your balls off and fucking feed them to you, you little fucking bitch. Now, we're going to take your fucking weed and leave, and you're going to tell your boss it was a bunch of fucking niggers, alright?"
Doug looks at the two of you and nods his head, fear in his eyes. Chris hits him in the stomach again. "Good. I'm glad you got it, asshole."
The two of you leave Doug lying there and begin to collect all of the weed from the house, moving it to Chris' truck. The body lying there is a grim reminder of what just happened.
When you finally have all the weed the two of you jump into the truck. "Where to?" he asks.
"We gotta head to a motel, Chris. There is no way we can offload this fucking weed from any other safe location..."
Chris agrees and drives about 15 minutes away to the nearest hotel. Holiday Inn Express. Fucking fantastic. You look at Chris, "At least we can leave the weed in the truck... no one knows what vehicle you were driving. You've never seen that dealer before have you?"
"Nope, I haven't," Chris responds.
You go to the front desk and get a room; at least you aren't covered in blood. Chris comes in through a side door and then you both head upstairs, nervously leaving the weed in the back of his truck. He has a covered pickup, so it's not obvious, but that's still a lot of weed.
You enter the room together and turn on the light.
"So, is there anything I can do to thank you, my white knight?" you ask Chris.
He looks at you with a bit of surprise. "Ummm, I'm not really... I mean... I wouldn't want to take advantage of you after what happened today, and..."
You cut him off by grabbing his cock through his jeans. "Aside from the fuckload of money we're going to make with these drugs, you need a bit of an upfront reward, baby."
You drop to your knees before he can protest and slide his cock out of his pants. He is initially soft, but after a few seconds of jerking he begins to harden. You smile up at him and then lower your mouth to his cock and slide the head into his mouth. He grabs the back of your head and moans loudly, thrusting himself deeper into your mouth.
You begin to bob your head up and down on his cock, thrusting it in and out of your mouth until you are almost gagging. You let your free hand travel down to your pussy and you begin to rub yourself, your hand sliding beneath your panties.
He looks down to see you touching yourself and moans louder, his grip tightening on your beautiful blonde hair. "Oh fuck baby... you're fucking amazing..." he says to you.
"Want to have a go at my pussy, baby?" you ask him. He looks at you and smiles and then lifts you up by your shoulders and throws you down on the bed.
He immediately spreads your legs wide with his hands and then pulls your panties aside. His cock is inside you in a moment, and he immediately begins pumping away at you, moaning as he does. Chris goes at you like a jackrabbit, pounding away with all his might at your pussy, sweat pouring down from his face and onto your chest.
You moan and wrap your legs around his back, pushing back to meet his thrusts. You can feel yourself begin to approach orgasm as he thrusts in and out of you. Before you can arrive though, you feel him shudder and his cock begins to spray inside of you. He collapses on you, his head resting against your neck as he fills your pussy with his load. The second one of the day...
"I'm going to go take a shower, Chris. You get started figuring out how we're going to get rid of this weed," you tell him. He barely nods, but you push him off of you, dislodging his cock from your leaking pussy, and then stand up. He just lays there, face down on the couch.
You playfully slap his ass. "Chris, you gotta get the fuck up and figure out how to sell this weed." He looks over at you and smiles a sleepy smile. "Alright baby."
You giggle and walk into the bathroom. You take off your half-top, which is now soaked in sweat, and then slide your skirt and panties down and off. A huge load of cum is leaking from your pussy and down the inside of your thighs.
You step into the shower and begin to wash all of the scum from your body. Cum, blood and sweat are washed off and down the drain. You can't believe you just participated in a murder and a drug heist. Amazing. You take a long shower, letting the hot water cleanse you.
As you finish bathing you wrap a towel around your body and then step back out into the room.
Chris is on the phone. "Yep, goodbye," he says and then closes the phone.
"So, I don't really know many people who would buy drugs... I phoned one uncle and he says he can take about a quarter of what we've got at a deep discount to street... but that's all I have so far. I can start calling some other people that I don't know as well... what should we do?"
"Alright. Let's go meet him at his place," you tell Chris. He nods.
"He's a pretty trustworthy guy... I mean, he's my fucking uncle and everything. I think this should be fine," he tells you. You look at him sideways. If things were so damn good he wouldn't need to be reassuring the two of you.
"Go take your shower, Chris. You're still all bloody," you say to him with a giggle.
Chris laughs, gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, and then heads into the shower. You are left sitting there by yourself on the bed in your towel with everyone's stuff.
You look around at everything in the room. Yeah, you could leave with the keys now and all the weed, but where would you go? What the fuck would you do? Chris has got you to this point, and he seems committed to your safety... you need to stick with him. You let the towel drop from your body and get dressed. You leave the panties; they are soaked from earlier and you would rather just go commando for the rest of the day.
As you are preparing yourself in the mirror in front of the bed Chris comes out of the bedroom showered and ready to go. He's a pretty strong looking guy, and even though he's only 19 he looks pretty tough. And he beat someone to death with a baseball bat for you.
"Alright babe, let's make ourselves $100k," you say to Chris with a smile. He smiles back and runs his hand through your hair.
"You know, I've always loved you... did you know that?" he asks you, passion in his eyes.
You smile at him. "That's why I called you this morning. I knew you would come for me. My own knight in shining armour. And with a pickup truck to boot." You kiss him softly on the lips and then take him by the hand. You leave your panties lying there on the floor as the two of you leave.
After you get into the parking lot you check the truck to make sure that there is nothing missing. Nope, it's all there. The two of you get in the truck and Chris heads out towards his uncle's place. It is about half an hour outside of town in the south of Surrey. He has a massive yard with a big fence around it. You drive through the driveway and up towards the house, which looks a bit rundown.
The two of you get out of the truck and Chris knocks on the door. His uncle, a large, fat white man, opens the door and smiles a dirty smile at the two of you. "Come in for a beer?" he asks.
"Yeah, we could use a drink," you say to the man. He smiles, opens the door, and beckons the two of you inside.
You walk into the house. Inside, it's actually well kept, and it is filled with attractive furnishings. There is a massive flat-screen TV hanging on the wall in the living room. A young woman is sitting on the couch, a line of coke on a mirror in front of her. She looks up at the two of you and smiles, "Hey!"
You nervously grin and give her a small wave. Chris' uncle heads over to the kitchen and grabs three beers from the fridge.
"Alright, so, before I give you the cash - and believe me, I have the cash - I need to know how much heat is on this shit. Chris said you jacked it from someone, but I need to know how connected these fucks were. So what's the deal?"
"We killed one of them... we tied up the other one. I have no idea how connected they were... seemed like small-time to me," you tell Chris' uncle.
He looks over at Chris. "Alright. There's gonna be a lot of heat on this shit then. In that case, I can only do 500 a key... yeah, I know I told you twice that, but you didn't tell me there were any fucking bodies involved... you still in? And for how much?"
"We'll double the amount sold so we still get the full $100k," you say to him.
He looks and you, then at Chris, and then nods. "Alright, your choice. I'm glad you accepted my offer... it's still generous. And everyone else would have just tried to fuck the two of you out of the whole lot of it. You left the truck just sitting out there."
You look over at Chris and he shrugs. It's not like the two of you are hardcore dealers.
"Cindy, the cash," he calls over to the girl. She smiles and heads into the back room.
"By the way," he asks you. "You guys got a piece on you? I wouldn't want you running around with all this shit without any protection."
"No. No guns," you tell him.
He laughs at the two of you. "Fuck, you two really are lucky. Anyone else would slit your throat at this point and take all your shit. But I don't want my nephew dead. I'm going to give you each a gift," he says with a smile.
He reaches behind the couch and grabs a shotgun and hands it to Chris. "You can get shells from the back room. And handgun ammo as well. You will need the .45, boy." Chris takes the shotgun and smiles.
He hands you an old Colt 1911, showing you the action. "Chris will get you some ammo. You're going to need it, little lady."
Chris and Cindy return from the other room, Cindy with a suitcase and Chris with boxes of ammunition. He smiles at you a big smile.
His uncle opens up the cash and shows it to you. "I would let the two of you count, but I've already been nice enough... now we'll unload the weed and the two of you get the fuck out of here," he says with a laugh.
You all head out to the truck together and help them unload the weed. Once you are done Chris throws the suitcase into the front of the truck. You turn to Cindy and give her a hug. You then turn to Chris' uncle. You give him a big hug as well. "Thanks for all the help. We were trusting and naive... we couldn't have done this without you."
He smiles and laughs. "Just don't tip anyone off that I have this shit."
The two of you get in the truck and wave goodbye to his uncle and Cindy. You give Chris a quick peck on the cheek and squeeze his hand. Things are going to work out.
"Alright Chris, let's head back to your place and stash the rest of the weed. We are in a pretty good spot now. $100k and we still have half the weed."
Chris smiles at you and the two of you head back into town towards Chris' house. It's only about noon by this point. Hell, you could probably go to school if you really wanted to with the rest of your day.
The two of you pull into the carport at Chris' house. No one else is home. The two of you work together to unload the rest of the weed and stash it in his back shed. Everything seems to be working out.
"I should go back to school... it will work out better if no one has any reason to believe anything is wrong," you say to Chris.
"Yeah, that's a good plan. I'll pick you up as soon as shit is over," he responds.
You jump into his truck and the two of you head towards the school. Chris keeps looking over at your legs. You squirm in your seat and as your skirt slides up he can almost see your pussy. He reaches over and puts one hand on your thigh as you come to a stop in front of the school. He slowly slides his hand up until it's resting against your moist pussy.
"Don't forget me, alright babe?"
"Of course not... you're my white knight, right?"
"Give me your sweater. I need something to put this handgun in," you say to him. Chris pulls off his sweater and hands it to you. It's big, and has a hood and some pockets. It almost comes down past your skirt. You giggle. "People are going to think I'm just wearing this big shirt," you say and laugh.
Chris smiles. You turn and he pulls you tight into him and gives you a kiss. Your lips meet and his tongue enters your mouth, twisting against yours as he holds you tightly. He slowly unlocks his lips from yours and brushes the hair from your face. "Alright, beautiful girl. Don't do anything risky."
You smile and get out of the car. You look back over your shoulder and smile at him as you walk in the front door of the school. He pulls away in the truck and drives off.
As you walk through the hall of the school towards your class you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder and then another hand wrapped around your waist. You look behind you and see Doug and two black men.
"You are one dumb fucking bitch," Doug whispers into your ear. "I would never have expected a slut to be so fucking stupid as to go to school after what you did... you didn't think that I had seen you taking the bus here before you stupid whore?"
You look at him with fear in your eyes and say nothing. "Now, if you make a move we're going to fucking cut you up, bitch. Come with me. Quietly."
"Please, please, don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you say," you respond. Tears are running down your face. Doug relaxes his grip on you and smiles back at the two black men.
As you feel his grip relax, you pull the gun from beneath your sweater. You point the barrel into Doug's gut and pull the trigger once. His eyes open with shock and he staggers back and into one of the black men.
The other black slides his hand into his jacket.
Before he can get his gun out of his jacket, you have pulled the trigger again. The first round hits him square in the chest and he staggers back. The second round catches him higher, in the throat, and he drops to the ground, blood pouring from between his fingers. He tries to scream, but he merely gargles, blood pouring out of his mouth.
The other black is holding Doug up and looking at you with fear in his eyes. "I'm... I'm unarmed... please don't shoot me!" he says to you. He drops Doug to the ground with a thud and kneels down in front of you, putting his hands together like he's praying. "I fucking beg. Please! Please girly. Please don't kill me!"
You smile at him, sympathy in your eyes. He begins to smile back, "Oh, fuck, thank you! I have a wife, and a ki-"
You pull the trigger, the bullet entering his skull and making his head snap back. Fuck sob stories.
You train the weapon on Doug, who is holding his gut and shuddering in the floor. He looks up at you, his face grim. "Stupid fucking sl-"
The bullet goes straight through his eye. He's left staring up at the ceiling at nothing, blood pouring from his stomach and skull. The school is filled with screaming, and someone trips the fire alarm. You grab the other gun from the other black man and shove both guns into your sweater.
You begin running for the exit of the school, screaming. People pour out of the classrooms as you go, all running towards the exit.
"There are men with guns," you shout at the top of your lungs as you run. Everyone begins to scream even louder as you all head for the exits. People are falling all over each other as they bunch up at the front doors of the school.
Kids are screaming and being trampled as you all push through the doors. The fire alarm is going off and you can hear sirens in the distance already. Someone tries to grab you and you bat their hand away. You burst out into the sunlight. Everyone is streaming down the stairs of the school and running into the parking lot. Teachers are shouting for everyone to run as far away as possible.
Some students stream down the hill away from the school, and you follow them.
You head for the bus stop. There is a long line of students waiting at the bus stop. You text Chris as you get into the lineup.
"Ambushed at the school. Killed attackers. Going to take bus to house. Stay away from school. Massive heatscore."
Chris immediately calls your phone. You send him to voicemail and text him again. "Not going to talk in public. Meet me at my house."
He responds: "Will b there."
People are staring at you, with the blood all over you, as you stumble onto the next bus. One guy heads over to you and asks, "Are you alright?" You look up at him. "I'm fine. They were shot right in front of me... I just need to go home..." you begin crying. As the bus pulls away, you see the school surrounded by police cars.
A girl sits down beside you and wraps her arms around you. You begin to cry, sobbing into her shirt. You have a part to play. Everyone in the bus is on the phone, calling everyone they know to tell them what is going on. Some men shot up their school is what everyone is saying.
You arrive at the stop for home. "Umm, I get off here," you tell the girl. She looks at you. She's about 17 and a pretty brunette. "Do you need me to come home with you, are you alright?"
"I'm fine... I just need to shower... please. I'm okay," you say to the girl. She nods, grips your hand briefly, and then lets you go. You get off of the bus and watch it pull away.
How the fuck did this happen? You walk the few blocks back to your house. Chris has his truck parked out front and he's waiting for you with your brother. He immediately rushes up to you and picks you up, pulling you into a massive hug.
"Fuck, I'm so happy you're okay... I can't believe this happened. Are you alright?"
"I'm good. I just need a shower and then we can decide what to do next," you respond.
Your brother opens the door to your house and the three of you head inside. The shotgun is lying on the table. You take the two handguns out of your pocket and put them down on the table beside the shotgun. You look at your brother and then at Chris.
"I'm guessing you told him."
"Yeah... had to."
You look back to your brother. "In it to win it now, bro."
He nods and smiles.
You grab Chris by the hand and pull him up the stairs. You smile down at your brother. "Bro, I suggest you turn the music up real loud for the next little while."
Your brother laughs at the two of you and smiles. Chris turns to Dave, "Instead of playing music, fucking keep watch." Dave's face becomes more sober and he gives a mock salute to Chris. Chris begins to turn back, but you pull him by the hand back up the stairs behind you, wiggling your ass as you go.
You pull him into the bathroom and wrap your arms around his neck, pushing the door closed behind you.
"Now we're both killers, baby," you whisper in his ear. He smiles and reaches down and gently kisses your lips. "I think we need to get this blood of your face before I fuck you," he says.
You laugh and then pull the sweater up and over your head. You pull off your half-top and then drop the skirt to the floor. You jump into the shower as Chris begins to take off his clothes. Within a few moments he is standing there in front of you in the shower, his cock hard.
"How about you bend me over?" you say to Chris with a smile. He grins and turns on the water, then pushes your face down into the stream, your hands up against the wall. Water streams down your face, turning the floor of the shower blood red as Chris positions himself behind you.
You feel his cock sliding back and forth against your pussy lips and you try to push back at him. He holds your hips, not entering you and teasing you. You moan and grab his hand and pull it away from your waist, making him sink deep into your pussy in one thrust.
The two of you moan as his cock fills your pussy. His hands wrap around your waist and he begins to thrust in and out of you. "Fuck, babe, that's fucking hot," you call out to him as you push back against him. Water pours down your bodies as you respond to his thrusts, his cock pushing deep inside your young, wet hole.
You are lost in your own world as he fucks you, his cock filling you over and over again. He stops and you look back at him. "What?"
"Sirens," he says. And then you can hear them over the sound of the water.
"Keep fucking me, babe, they're not here for us," you say to Chris. He grunts and continues thrusting in and out of your pussy. You moan and push back at him.
"Fuck, you're going to make me cum, baby," he says to you, grunting. Suddenly Dave bursts in the door, holding the shotgun in his hand.
"We're fucking surrounded!" he shouts. He looks at the two of you, Chris' cock embedded in your pussy, and then shakes his head. "Get the fuck down here!"
Chris pulls out of you and you slip, falling to the floor of the shower. Chris jumps out of the shower and pulls on his shorts, not even bothering to dry off, and the two of them rush downstairs.
Fuck. You still didn't get to cum.
You casually grab a towel and rub yourself down. You then walk, naked, over to your room. You grab some jeans from your closet and pull them on. You hear Chris and Dave screaming at each other downstairs. You pull on your white t-shirt that says "/b/itchez for life" and smile at yourself in the mirror. You throw your hair over your shoulder. You are still beautiful.
You walk down the stairs, barefoot, and into the kitchen with Chris and Dave. Chris turns to look at you, fear in his eyes. "What the fuck are we going to do?" he asks you.
You look back at him. "Well, you beat someone to death without motive this morning and you're of age. I killed three people in self-defense at the school and I'm underage. I think you're probably fucked and I'm probably okay."
He looks at you, his mouth hanging open. "What? What? This was all your fault though!"
You look at him and then at Dave, "Well, we're all here together now though. So, what do we do?"
"I think we should pretend Dave is our hostage and negotiate. They might let us go."
Dave nods. "At least that way I might get out of this without a record... what do you think?"
Chris looks at the two of you. "This is fucking batshit crazy... but fine, let's do it."
Chris heads over to the front door and opens it a crack. "We have a hostage in here," he calls out. "We're willing to trade the hostage for our freedom."
You run and close all of the blinds around the house to ensure no one can see inside, then sit Dave down in a chair. You pull his shirt off and tie his hands behind his back. "This should work," you say to him. He nods.
The cops respond from outside. "Come out with your hands up. We know about all of the killings. If you surrender now things will be best for you."
Chris responds, "We have a fucking hostage! We're going to kill him if you don't let us go!"
The phone rings. Obviously going to be the negotiator.
"Take the phone, Chris," you call out to him. He nods and comes back from the door and picks up the phone. You can only hear one side of the conversation.
"We have her brother."
"No. No. He's our fucking hostage."
"Fuck you. We're not going to fucking surrender. He's our fucking hostage!"
"Yeah, we can fucking kill him!"
"Well fuck you, asshole!"
Chris slams the phone down. "They don't believe that he's a-"
Chris' response is cut off by the crash of the front door coming down. Chris immediately raises his shotgun and fires at the door, catching the first cop who is coming through.
You grab the 1911 from the table as Chris begins firing at the doorway. You undo Dave's hands from the chair and motion to the other handgun. He looks at you with fear in his eyes as he picks it up.
You dive behind the couch in the living room and begin firing as another cop tries to rush into the room. You see one of your rounds hit him in the knee and he drops to the floor, blood pouring from his leg. He turns and begins firing his handgun at you. Your next round catches him in the arm and he drops back into the doorway and is pulled back by another cop.
They're not even SWAT. They didn't even wait to rush the house.
The cops around the house begin shooting through the windows and you duck behind the couch, glass spraying you as bullets slam into the house.
"We gotta make a run for it!" you call to Chris.
"Cover me!" you shout as you run for the back door. Chris fires a number of shots at the front door as you head through the hallway towards the backyard. Dave follows you, holding his weapon tightly as you head for the door.
You burst out the back door and into the sunlight. Suddenly you are on your back, and you hear more shooting. You look up to see Dave as he is riddled with bullets. He falls forward and into the grass, blood pouring from at least six wounds.
You can't feel your left shoulder. You look to see blood pouring from your arm. A police officer rushes towards you from the end of your yard. Suddenly a shotgun blast catches him in the chest. You look back to see Chris standing behind you in the doorway.
He reaches down to grab your hand, but before he can he is hit multiple times. You see his face contort in pain as he falls down beside you and Dave in the grass. He begins to cough, blood pouring from his mouth, as he looks over at you.
The grass is nice and cool.
You throw your gun away from you. You are surrounded by cops, and one of them hauls you to your feet. Blood is pouring from your shoulder.
You look up at them. "I didn't do anything wrong," you plead, tears flowing down your face. "They pushed me into it, and-"
One of them punches in the face, knocking you back into the ground. Another cop kicks you in the stomach. "Fucking cop-killing slut! Stupid fucking whore!" one of them shouts at you. You raise your hands, trying to keep their blows from you, just struggling to protect yourself.
One of them calls out, "She's resisting!" Suddenly the blows stop, and for a moment you are able to look up to see a pistol pointed at your face. So this is how it feels to-
The End
