A/N: Well, remember that new thing I said I had coming... Well here it is, live and in the flesh. This project is a little different from what I usually do. I want this to be fun, exciting.
I would also like to take time out to thank theses wonderful people. Twilly Lady_Twilight86, walkingwithgiants, myherion1, and LivieLiv79 for their help in pre-reading and for encouragement when I felt like this particular project would turn into a pile of poo-poo, LMFAO! You guys are so SUPER awesome for your support. I couldn't have done it without you all.
Also to Anthrobug and bigblueboat, the girls at PTB who helped me get this prologue all shiny and polished, thank you guys!
One last thing, if any mistakes are found, they are my own. I have a terrible case of... what-ever-the-fuck, and I tend to tinker with things. *giggles*
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or any of the characters. But I do own a peanut butter and jelly sam-mich! NOM!
Summary: Have you ever felt like every event in your life is out of your control? Like it's all a lie? Hoax? Sham? "I'm no one, and pretty soon… you will be too." Welcome to The Heist.
"I'm sorry Mr. Masen, I do understand the inconvenience, but at this time we can't give you a ten thousand dollar loan with a credit score of 580." The generic loan officer drawled on, effectively deflating my ego.
Not only was my credit score absolute crap, my whole plan to get out of debt was squelched in the matter of brief fifteen minute meeting. He offered his hand in condolence, and a way to rush me out of his office.
Taking his hand out of pure obligation, I departed the bank with a sinking in the pit of my stomach and my tail between my legs. Reality hit me...
I'm about to get evicted!
I pinched the bridge of my nose, and exhaled a long sigh of frustration. Honestly, I was at the end of my rope and there was absolutely no way out. The cloud of misery that had been following me around for the past year of my life, had finally opened with a torrential downpour of bullshit. I clenched my eyes at the surge of pain that stretched from temple to temple.
Son-of-a-bitch that hurts!
I walked into the nearest convenience store in dire need of a small dose of Excedrin Migraine™ or something. After locating the single dose packs and a soda, I walked up to the counter.
"That'll be $3.17." The guy behind the register was your run-of-the-mill cashier. Nothing special...but something wasn't right. He wasn't focused on me or the task at hand He was staring pointedly over my shoulder. I fished out my wallet and sat my money down on the counter.
After receiving my change, I chanced a glance over my shoulder. Standing behind me was a small girl, a brunette. Her features were almost child-like, she couldn't have been a day over 20. She looked innocent, sweet...until she lunged at me.
The force of her body, knocked the air out of me in a harsh whoosh. Before my back hit the ground a gunshot was fired, and every worst case scenario filled my head.
Oh God, I'm going to die.
Fuck my life, I'm in the middle of a robbery!
She's going to kill me!
Grasping the collar of my shirt, she snatched me backwards towards a small aisle and looked me square in the eye. The sheer intensity sent a chill down my spine and in a low husky voice she said, "Don't move. I'm saving your skin. Understand?"
I swallowed thickly, nodded, and closed my eyes against the onslaught of another ripping pain in my head.
I had always battled migraine headaches, even as a small child, but I guarantee you that the thought of bullets whizzing past my head was not helping. She stood, still crouching behind the shelf and pulled a whole arsenal from the back of her pants. In each hand she held a Heckler & Koch MP5K. Shots rang through the store at an alarming rate, and being the pussy that I was, I curled up in a ball at her feet, trembling in terror.
This whole situation seemed as if it had come right off of a green screen, and played out before my very eyes. I pulled out my phone and tried to stealthily dial 9-1-1, but oddly I had no service. None. Even though the entire situation screamed surreal, I found it harder to believe that I couldn't get a shred of service in the middle of Seattle!
My ears were ringing, and I reeled at the pulsing pain in my head once again. It was unbearable, and the worst jolt I could ever recall having.
"You won't get service dipshit. I have a cell jammer in my pocket." She snapped peering over her shoulder at me.
"I wasn't...I was just..." I stammered.
"Oh...were you checking for a text?" She asked sweetly. Before I could open my mouth I had the barrel of an miniature automatic assault rifle pointed between my eyes. "Don't you dare lie to me."
My mouth snapped shut, and my heart thundered in my ribcage. I realized my hands were shaking as I held them up for defense. "No..please. I won't say anything. I swear. Just let me go."
A blur of blonde caught the corner of my eye, and apparently the sight of my assailant. She whirled at lighting speed and unloaded her entire clip, aiming at her target.
A loud 'FUCK' resonated through the store as a bullet grazed the blonde haired man. He ducked and disappeared out of the back door of the store. Looking over to the glass storefront she motioned towards the door that the now wounded male escaped through and turned her cold eyes towards me.
"Get up." She snapped. I scrambled, tripping over my own limbs in the process and crashing into the shelf of potato chips next to me. Uncharacteristically, she steadied me on my feet and rocked forward on the balls of her feet.
"Let me just say this. From this point on, you do exactly what I say. No deviating from the plan. It'll make more sense later, but I need you to just listen to me." I nodded trying to get my breathing under control, and failing miserably.
"W-who are you?" I exclaimed, backing away slightly from her in pure fear.
"I'm no one, and pretty soon...you will be too."
That was the very moment, that Edward Anthony Masen ceased to exist.
Welcome to The Heist.