Chapter One, ?? Girl's P.O.V~ Vegas. Sin City. My home town. I grew up in a small town in Nevada, Henderson. I had always hated people, and always will. Every night, I do a robbing or a murder, and get away clean. I let my pretty, little lead bullets do the talking. Born a sweet, Italian red head, I was pretty interesting. My first word was 'hate', not any of the normal stuff. Not 'Mama', not 'Papa', just 'Hate'. My hair was brown before it became red, and my green eyes would glare at everyone. When I was seven, my hate began for people that were locals of the City. My Aunt Christa was smoking in the house, while I was talking about a project. The cigarette burnt a small hole in my chest. I screamed, and started up the tear machine. The bright red hole in the center of my chest burned, me screaming louder every minute. I dropped my science folder, and she dropped the plastic cup she was holding with her alcoholic grape juice. It spilled, and my mom ran into the room, screaming in Italian at her. That, was the worst birthday ever, and it was also the day I wanted to get revenge on all stupid people. Like my mother said , you can't fix stupid. -Present time, 2009. - I walk down the street, in my black heels and the paint splattered white dress. My rather fiery hair put into curls, and my Seran-wrapped gun in my small hand bag, the color of the asphalt behind me. I hollered,"Taxi!" The white and purple car pulled over on the street, just next to me. "Ah, thank you." I said, my black finger gloves tracing the cup holder. The driver looked familiar, I just wouldn't say anything. "Where to, Italy girl?" he asked, not turning around to look at me. My face burnt orange as he called me, 'Italy Girl'. I mumbled something rude and spoke up,"Mirage, Hun." My gloved hand fingered my pretty pistol in my black bag. "I wouldn't think about it, Alyssa." I stopped moving. My heart beat lessened. "Did you hear me, Alyssa Pockerniski?" I was frozen.
Chapter One, ?? Boy's P.O.V~ I was a normal taxi driver, and a assistant coach for a baseball team that was established this year. I helped with my nephew's team, Bulldogs. Her fiery hair flickered in the wind as I slowed the car down. I could recognize her voice, it was really simple. The Italian in her voice was so...Visible. So I pulled the car over for the doll, wondering if she could remember me from grade school. "Where to?" I asked, rolling my eyes re-thinking what I'm doing. I heard her mutter, "A dark alley,-" then she spoke up-"The Mirage, Honey." I felt giddy as I spoke. Her hand reached for her little hand gun when I said,"I wouldn't do that, Alyssa." She sat in a moment of silence, still moving her fingers in her bag. "Did you hear me, Pockerniski?" The stutters began as she continued to whip out her pretty little weapon anyway. She growled, holding it to my head. "Now Now, No need to be crazy." I said, glancing back for dear life. "Alley. Now." she hissed in my ear. This wont end well. I drove, with a twin pistol to my head. I could see a small engraving, of the letter A. The other one was probably a P. I stopped, and backed into the alley. "Okay doll, now what?" I asked, putting my hands on my head. "Get out of the car, and tell me who you are." I stepped out, rolling my eyes. "Name?" she growled, in the shadows. "Nick Thompson." I groaned. It's the same drill with all the other freaks and strippers in Vegas. The cops ask you your name and answer without hesitation. Unless your drunk.
Alyssa POV~ I dropped my guns as soon as I heard his name. Did I hear correctly? Or did I hear Nick Thompson? My heart starts racing as I jump on him, pinning him to the cab. I didn't really care, I walked to most places. I took a bus here. "Whoa there Alyssa," he started. "I don't want you getting me in trouble." I squealed and kissed him, pulling him by his tie, and pinned him back down to the car. "Nicky, don't you get my ass in trouble." I growled. "I would never." he smirked, staring up at me. "Would you join me?" I asked, challengingly. "Maybe. Will I see you?" "Definitely." I pecked his cheek and started running.
Nick's POV~ I watched the little spaz run off and I was freed from my trance. She kissed me, loosing my tie when she pulled on it. She honestly thinks I'm going to tattle on her. Really? I'm not in first grade anymore. I heard something click against the ground as she ran off. I used unbelievably lame phone light to see, and it was her Pockerniski gun. She still had Alyssa though. How wonderfully thought. She probably should've grabbed a bigger purse. I put the pistol in my car, in the glove box. As I started driving, I heard multiple gun noises and drove down the street without a care. I saw Alyssa repeatedly shoot someone in the back and shoulders, and I just hummed along to the music. Ah, sweet murder.