A robbery ill never forget

A Story by Unknown

It is about to criminal sisters that have a history of criminal activity. On this robbery they attempt to steal money out of a 'popular' girls parents vault at a party and something goes wrong.

So there I was, silently waiting at a six seated table that had a beautiful white crèche table cloth. The thing I was waiting for was for D’arcy to give me the ‘get moving’ signal. We were at one of the towns fanciest mask party, Ester Herrens was one of the popular rich chicks and always threw the best parties.

D’arcy was my sister, we’re identical twins. I was older but only by eight or so minutes, so I always played the older sister role. Even though we didn’t care who was born first it just kind of occurred naturally to act like that. We both had gorgeous blue eyes and long stunning blonde hair, but D’arcy had dyed hers a dark brown since she was thirteen. Our family are a bunch of sarcastic criminals, have been since birth. Our family history of thievery goes way back and the only one that hasn’t fully picked up the sarcastic trait is D’arcy, but she’ll get it sooner or later.

D’arcy held up two fingers disguising them as she was scratching her head.

There it was, I think. Eh let’s just go for it.

I immediately stood up, pounded my fist on the table and started yelling

“get on the ground” as demandingly as I could.

Pulling out two hand guns from the waist of my jeans I pointed them around the room.

Everyone hit the ground as fast as the speed of light.

“What the hell are you doing? That wasn’t the goddamn signal!” D’arcy yelled.

“But you held up the fingers?” I said.

“I’ll give you the finger alright. Two meant get ready, we already went over that thousands of times” she said and looked as if she was disappointed.

“Anyway, stay on the ground you lot, if anyone moves I will hunt your family down, torture and then kill them right in front of your very eyes” she yelled.

Everyone remained silent and motionless, not one cough, clear of the throat or whimper. It was that silent you could probably hear a piece of hair fall from someone’s head and hit the floor sounding like thunder. Fear quickly filled the eyes of the victims, the masks might have covered some individual’s facial expressions but they weren’t sheltering the dread shown in their eyes. They reminded me of small kittens surrounded by bodies of water.

“Alright, so where’s ‘little-miss-I’m-popular-because-I’m-rich at?” D’arcy said mocking Ester.

A girl with long blonde hair wearing a black cocktail dress and a black and blue butterfly mask stood up out of the crowd, as silent as the dead. She stood there looking at the polished white marbled floor.

She was beautiful, she reminded me of the girl that D’arcy and I robbed the other week, except she had blue and purple hair.

“Take off your mask” D’arcy said in a polite but demanding way.

Ester slowly raised her arms to the back of her head and untied the mask, then dropping it on the ground.

“Soo, I’m going to need the passcode for your enormous vault and you’re gonna give it to me” D’arcy said.

She remained in the same position and said nothing, just stood there eyeing the ground.

“Your gonna end up dead if you don’t give me that code”

Her face turned rosy red and a tear ran down the side of her face but she still persisted on staying soundless.

“Ugh, alright this one’s on you Sarah. Do your little magic trick”

“Ester, look at me”

“Ester, look me in the eyes now!” I demanded.

Esters head shot up and was looking me on dead straight, her eyes were a grass green, and she had jet black mascara and eyeliner on. It must have been water proof because there were three tears running down her cheek.

“I want the pin for the big family vault that’s held in your parents’ bedroom” I said.

Her arms immediately went by her side and her knees started wobbling, her eyes were wide open and she wasn’t blinking. She then breathed in deeply.

“You pull back a black book and walk down the stairs and type 7, 3, 9, 2, then you say open sesame” Ester said in a robot-like voice.

“How the hell did you do that?” A deep male voice came from the crowd.

“I told you not to speak or move” D’arcy yelled while waving the gun at him.

“Ok so here’s what where going to do, all you are going to line up in twos and walk into Ester’s parents room” I said.

Everyone got up and lined in two as we asked and marched as I shouted “left, right, left”

They all bundled in the back right corner of the room; the room could’ve been mistaken for a vampire lair. The wall was a dark purple red colour, black curtains blocking all three windows and there were candles everywhere. D’arcy and I walked over to a seven foot shelf and pulled back towards me a black hard covered book called ‘The Ultimate Vaults’. The book shelf shifted about a meter over to the right and lights turned on in the vault room down the stairs.

“So clichéd” I said rolling my eyes. “Grab five people that look trustworthy and take’ em down to pack the bags. I’ll wait up here and keep guard alright”

D’arcy picked two ladies and three men and walked down the stairs into the gold mine, then I realised something.

“Stand up in a straight line. Now” I shouted real angrily.

“1, 2, 5, 10, 17, 18, 19, and there’s five down there. There’s two missing! Where the hell have they gone?” I yelled.

“Put your hands up and walk outside slowly” a loud voice came from outside.

“Idiots, you little rats snitched. I ought to kill yous all” I said. “D’arcy, the pigs are outside, we gotta go. Bring up what you got”

D’arcy walks up from the ‘gold mine’ with three big bags, “how’d they get here?”

“Someone escaped, we gotta go. Where are the others you took down there?”

“I locked them in the vault” we both laughed because we found it hilarious.

I took a bag off D’arcy and then we ran out into the main area where the party was and saw the cop cars through the big windows.

“We’re surrounded!” D’arcy said.

“Aw nah really, I had no idea” I said in a sarcastic voice.

“What we gonna do?” D’arcy said.

“I don’t know, I seriously don’t know. The cops weren’t meant to turn up. I had this all planned” I said.

“Well you should have planned something for if the cops turned up, which they have” D’arcy said.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere at like whatever time of night” I yelled. “I wasn’t expecting them to turn up”

I dropped one of the guns and it fired twice. The sound of the bullets echoed through the gigantic middle room/ front entrance. Suddenly additional shots were being fired, shattering the big window panes and vases.

“Get on the ground” I yelled.

We dropped to the floor and were lying there as flat as we could.

“C’mon, we’ll crawl back in the bedroom” I said.

I turned to start crawling; I was moving as fast as I could.

“Where almost there” I yelled.

I got to the room, stood up and turned around and what I saw, what I saw was the most awful thing I could imagine. D’arcy was lying on the floor, her eyes were closed, she looked as white as the floor and there was “I love you” finger painted on the floor in blood. The only thought going through my head right now was to shoot myself so then we’d be together again.

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“Violet hills you are charged with false identity of the name Sarah Dylan’s, attempted robbery at the Herrens resident and with the murder of your sister, Lemirra Hills. You are sentenced to 37 years jail time” Judge Henry said as I watched him slam the gavel against the sounding block.

“And well, that’s my story” I said.

© 2016 Unknown

Author's Note

ignore any spelling or grammer mistakes i made, What do you thing of the story? anything i should add or take out?

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Schatzi

Hello Unknown,

Ignoring spelling and grammatical errors aside, the story isn't bad. I like the twist with how the one sister drops the gun and kills her own sister who manages to leave a message in blood stating her love for her sister. Is this meant to be a prologue? I'm trying to understand the context of what I just read. It would help to better advise you. For instance, if this is only meant to be a short story than this is fine as is, however, if this is a prologue or a snippet of another chapter than there may be room for improvement.

I think this would make for a good prologue. You could start the next chapter some years later, after she is released from jail. Does she seek vengeance against the people she falsely blames for her sister's death? Does she discover another sibling unbeknownst to her that has taken over the job of resident cat burglar? Perhaps she has used her time in jail to concoct the perfect crime? There are so many possibilities if this were a prologue. Anyway, just a thought . . .

Thank you for sharing!

Kind regards,

Schatzi