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i wasn’t thinking in that moment.
running, a desperate attempt at saving my life. all my progress depended on that one moment. i was being chased by the cops. cold, sharp wind rippling through my thick honey brown, almost copper hair. i had just helped kidnap a kid, i know this sounds and looks bad but please, hear me out.
my name is dexter and i’m part of a gang named cyprez. we don’t do anything bad, kind of.. We steal from bad people and give back to the deserving.
cyprez is kind of confusing to understand so listen closely. this gang is made up of 5 groups. the first group controls all the money related things, ion’ know what any of that stuff means, i don’t work in that department.
the second group picks out what missions we go on and makes sure we have all our supplies. they assign us our places and make sure we ont’ run out of ammo or food.
the third group, the most important, we’re the main trunk of cyprez. We go on missions and do all the dirty work, ranging from stealing, kidnapping, to even murder. we do it all. and we have to get away with it too, with the help of the fourth group.
the fourth group helps with the cleanup of missions, they double check that there ain’t no evidence left behind. Checkin’ cameras, brushing over fingerprints n’ footprints, cleaning up all the blood, all that shit.
the fifth group, they keep everyone in check; every group in line. they make sure everyone has their job done, and they bail out anyone who possibly got arrested.
i love my group, i’ve been in here for years. but it come with some sacrifices. you can’t ever get attached to anyone outside of cyprez and it sucks ass. you always have to prepare for the worst.
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the kid i just helped kidnap, is named coral she’s not too young, she’s 12. and nonverbal, Coral was once apart of cyprez. she was in the third group, with me. she was the distraction when we were on missions, she was the best. the sweetest little girl you were to meet.
coral didn’t last long though, some rich scums kidnapped her and kept her, demanding the 7 thousand dollars we stole to give to a homeless shelter.
so that’s why i’m here, coral over my shoulder, “shit!, shit, shit!!” “onyx is going to fucking kill me, coral hold on tight don’t fall we need to get to the fucking van before these cops get me.” he yelped
coral slowly slipping off dexters shoulders, his legs running faster every passing second, “coral hold on tight i’m going to turn a corner i see the fucking van!”, dexter sputtering between fast breaths. the air was so cold that day, dexter cursed to himself wishing he had brought a jacket.
the two had made their way into the van, just barely getting away from the cops. “jesus christ dex! how could you be so careless! we were given the most tedious task of kidnapping coral and you almost screwed the entirety of cyprez!” onyx scolded dexter while driving nervously.
onyx loved dexter to bits, he was like his twin brother, always together. onyx wouldn’t do anything to hurt dexter, but he sure as hell would sacrifice his life for him. today they had gone on a duo mission to very slyly kidnap coral from master yu, and they succeeded with a close call of the police.