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feredarStory: Step One
Year: 960 FY
Characters: Kit
Warnings: Armed robbery, murder
Notes: Takes place in the Urban Fantasy AU
Dad left his revolver where he could find it, so he figures he might as well.
He brings a ski mask, a couple of bullets, a bag, a pair of gloves, a car with the license plate carefully shadowed.
He picks a convenience store where no one will recognize his voice, far from home and school, an old one with crap cameras.
He goes in when it won't be crowded--fewer hostages to control, and, as he figures it, probably a better chance to get out without being caught.
He spins the part where the bullets go, and points it at the cashier's head.
She gives him the money, and he pulls the trigger anyway.
It wasn't the empty one.
In and out in five minutes, with a couple hundred dollars--other than a few trash can fires he started at school, his first actual crime.
He stops a few blocks away, uncovers the license plate, then drives nonchalantly back home.
He doesn't care about the cashier's name.
No one ever learns his.
Year: 960 FY
Characters: Kit
Warnings: Armed robbery, murder
Notes: Takes place in the Urban Fantasy AU
Dad left his revolver where he could find it, so he figures he might as well.
He brings a ski mask, a couple of bullets, a bag, a pair of gloves, a car with the license plate carefully shadowed.
He picks a convenience store where no one will recognize his voice, far from home and school, an old one with crap cameras.
He goes in when it won't be crowded--fewer hostages to control, and, as he figures it, probably a better chance to get out without being caught.
He spins the part where the bullets go, and points it at the cashier's head.
She gives him the money, and he pulls the trigger anyway.
It wasn't the empty one.
In and out in five minutes, with a couple hundred dollars--other than a few trash can fires he started at school, his first actual crime.
He stops a few blocks away, uncovers the license plate, then drives nonchalantly back home.
He doesn't care about the cashier's name.
No one ever learns his.