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Nyx's fingers trembled slightly as she snapped the last photo. The camera clicked in the silence, capturing the scene in crisp black and white—a work of art, in her mind. Corvus, standing beside her, grinned as he wiped a smear of blood from his cheek. The adrenaline pulsed through both of them, their breaths quick but controlled.
"Perfect," Nyx muttered, slipping the camera into her black messenger bag. "Evidence destroyed, memories intact."
They had planned this heist meticulously. Their target, a corrupt politician, had been living lavishly off bribes, while people in the city starved. But Nyx and Corvus weren’t in it for justice this time—this was personal. Nyx’s twisted sense of right and wrong didn’t always align with society’s, and Corvus? Well, he thrived on chaos.
Suddenly, sirens pierced the air. Red and blue lights flashed in the distance, growing closer.
“They’re early,” Corvus muttered, pulling his hood over his head and glancing at Nyx. “You got an exit plan, right?”
“Always do,” she replied, already moving toward the alley, her long twin ponytails bouncing behind her. Her body was agile, her movements quick and precise, as if dancing through the shadows. “This way.”
Corvus followed, his heart racing but a twisted smile still playing on his lips. His darker nature mirrored Nyx’s, though his motives weren’t as cold. He simply craved the thrill—the rush of the chase.
As they slipped through narrow alleys and scaled low rooftops, the sound of footsteps and police radios grew louder. They weren’t going to lose the cops easily this time.
“Corvus, hand me the photos,” Nyx whispered once they reached a dimly lit rooftop, panting slightly.
He handed her a set of glossy prints. She took one last look before ripping them to shreds. Even though they had the digital copies, Nyx found it hard to destroy the evidence—her art. Still, they couldn't risk it.
“Ready to make a break for it?” Corvus asked, the tension in his voice barely concealed by his excitement.
“On three,” Nyx said, her eyes scanning the rooftop for an escape route. She found a fire escape leading down into an abandoned building across the street. The perfect place to lose their pursuers.
“One... two... three.”
They jumped, landing on the metal ladder with a clang, and began their descent. The sound of sirens grew faint as they moved deeper into the shadows of the derelict building. Nyx’s mind raced with the next steps, but she couldn't help the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Even with the cops on their trail, they had succeeded in capturing their moment of victory—and that's what truly mattered to her.
As they vanished into the night, leaving behind nothing but the wreckage of their crime and a few shreds of torn photographs, Nyx knew they’d live to play this deadly game again.
But for now, survival was the priority.