Alyssa, Chapter Four I rolled my eyes as my fury wore off and my broom broke. I bounced onto the couch sitting on Nick's lap. His body was warm, and I was still probably intoxicated with alcohol. Woohoo for alcoholic soda!~ I giggled and put my head in his lap, mewing and poking his face. He looked down at me, shaking his head and smiling. He was so adorable-Maybe that's the alcohol talking? "Hehe, Nicky....." I giggled, tracing his jaw with my finger. "Yes Alyssa?" he responded, smiling still. "Are you mine?" I asked. "........" Just silence. My face probably turned into a frown as I squirmed to get up and march to my room. I slammed the door shut, screaming. The intoxication was over. I heard Nick's footsteps walking towards my room as I just was lying face down on my pillows. I was on the left side of my bed. I heard him probably avoiding all my shirts, pants and guns on the floor. He lied down next to my body, and traced my back with his finger. I purred loudly, sitting up. "Nicky-" "Aly..." he meowed in my ear, pulling me closer. "Nicky, I don't want you involved!" "Involved with what, Tiger?" "I don't want you involved with my next act!" "What? We decided that I was going to help in the robbery!" "I know, Nick, but if I crash and burn, I don't need you to come with me! I just don't need you falling with me!" I stood up, and checked the time. It was 9:34 P.M. I groaned and shoved Nick out the door, rubbing my eyes. I locked the door, and began to change into my clothes for the biggest Murder and Robbery act ever. This was going to be fun.
POV in general of Last Chapter. After Alyssa shoved him out the door, Nick landed face first onto her couch. She slammed the door, locking it. She slipped on her latex suit, making her flexibility flawless. Then came her shoes, the black boots. She would be able to cut corners faster. Her hand gloves prevented any major injuries to her palm or forearm. As she stepped out of her room, closing the door, she put her wild hair into a tame little bun on her head again. She took two hand blades off the shelf that made Nick question. "Aly-" "No. Like I said, you're staying here. If you leave, do leave a note so I don't kill you next." she hissed, shoving them in her belt. Nick's eyes were red, and puffy as if he had been crying. "Please Alyssa, I don't want you to do this...We can live without robbing banks, a-and killing people!" he sobbed, grabbing her arm and she scowled. She whacked him. "No, Nick. I'm not giving this up. This is my legacy, not yours." She walked out the door, sprinting to the bank just a couple of blocks away. When she got there, she looked to the sky. It was a minimum of 9 floors. She ran quickly, opening the doors to total darkness. Her hair shined brightly as the moon passed through the window. She jumped over the desk of the first floor, pulling out to what would seem to be a small bag. She stuffed it with three stacks of a thousand. As she ran up the stairs, there was the horrorful alarm she didn't want to hear. She sliced the trip wire and it went on it's beeping frenzy. She ran up the one flight, then to the second counter. She grabbed seven stacks of a hundred by the time she heard multiple footsteps after her. As she ran up the stairs, she appeared to be blocked in by a bunch of burly and fat security men that were probably eating donuts all night long because nobody had touched the bank. As she realized there were 12 behind her and 2 in front of her, she killed them both with an electric twist. She ran faster, turning the corner and the security Guards fell with failure. As she jumped over the counter, she say there were only COINS in the damned drawer. She grabbed 3 stacks of quarter bunches and hurdled over the oak desk. She wasn't going to finish her rally. So she ran up to the ninth flight, her heart pounding, and slicing the wires as she went. Meanwhile, Nick didn't listen to dear Alyssa. He was at the foot of the bank, sitting in his cab. He was pretty bored, and worried as hell. At the ninth desk now, she jumped over and grabbed a whopping amounts of 17 stacks of two thousand dollars. She was about to Run as the bullets whizzed past her head. She flung open the door to the roof and she stood at the edge, facing the way the guards would pop out of. As they aimed, she cackled. "Good bye, mother fuckers." she giggled and fell backwards, falling faster than her head had been spinning. Nick watched as she fell, and thought fast. He unlocked his trunk, and grabbed the three bunches of sleeping bags. She turned the bag—while keeping the money in—upside down as she started to float. Nick cocked his head to the side, scrambling to catch her. She landed harshly on the bags and wasn't crying. Nick picked her up bridal style and put her in the backseat so she wouldn't start to have problems. "Alyssa, Are you okay?!" he asked, it being a silly question anyway. "D-Drive...." she said, huffing, clutching her seat. El fin.
This is the end of Drive, part of the first story. :3 the second will be coming up soon. I will be working on a different story though. =D Thank you to everyone that bumped and read my story, I appreciate it. It really helped me.