ONE OF US.

"How- how'd you even end up here? Straight A student from the suburbs to a... a... a criminal?" the girl asks with shaky breath. He'd recognised her and turns out, so did she. Alice Turner. The cheerleader. Sat behind him in Math.

The memories flooded his brain as he tied her to the chair and taped her mouth. 

"Long story. That neither of us has the time for." he said as he picked her up and threw her in the trunk of the getaway car. 

He sat in the back, counting the jewels stollen. 10 gold bracelets, a pair of diamond earrings, 3 ruby necklaces. Definitely not worth the trouble of raiding that place, but who was he to give his input? 

The car was speeding and the sirens were getting louder and while he got carried back to when he met her. Audrey Smith, seemingly regular girl who had him head over heels. 

But she was not what she seemed and he was too naive to know when to back out. One thing led to another and... well... he ended up surprising her with flowers and heart shaped chocolates when she was plotting a bank robbery and, so he joined the heist, they never broke up and now he's by her side all the time. True love, right?

He can't stand looking at his hands knowing how much blood he has on them, knowing how many times he pulled the trigger, but for some reason he can't even phantom leaving her. He can't imagine life without her. He gave up trying to fix her years ago, when she told him that he was a neophyte after getting a bullet in his shoulder, but that he'd get better. To which he eagerly suggested that they should just flee, get new identities, get out a map, pick somewhere and just run. But he knew she wouldn't leave her father. And he wouldn't leave her. 

He knew that she was good, deep down. But they all manipulated her and he just couldn't make her see the truth. 

So, he the grip he had on the gun was now tighter and opened his window and shot the driver of the car following them. She'd be proud of him. He wasn't a neophyte anymore.