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GET BACK IT’S NOT SAFE.” Uzi screams at N who's standing next to the giant fleshy hole in the ground. It’s not just a hole, it breathes, it bleeds, it's a living entity.
“Uzi, there's something down there, a weird yellow light. What is it?” N asks as he leans over the hole staring down to the bottom. At the bottom there's a pulsing yellow light, it flashes and every so often a stream of light explodes from it like a spike.
“NO N, GET AWAY, YOU NEED TO GET AWAY!” Uzi again calls from a platform a far bit away from the death hole in the ground. N turns around and as he heads to the platform a yellow tentacle of pure light stabs through him.
“GUHHH. FUCK THAT HUR-” N gets cut of as he gets whipped down into the hole. Leaving Uzi standing there…. Alone.

It's late at night. Uzi is in her workshop working on a personal project. She designs handheld weapons that shoot a beam of pure energy, practically disintegrating anything in its path.
“This is definitely legal and not breaking any laws.” Uzi chuckles as she looks over the blueprints again. “But when did I ever care about the law?” She continues as she puts her headphones on and goes into the ‘flow state’ working on the gun prototype for hours.

It's almost noon the next day and Uzi is ready for the first proper test. She sets the gun up in the middle of the room and aims it at a target at the end of the room. The trigger is hooked up to a remote control so she doesn't have to be near it in case it explodes. She may not be a law abiding citizen but safety still comes first. Right before she shoots the prototype there's a knock on the door of the workshop.

“Huh who's visiting at this hour?” She questions walking to the door. She opens it and standing there with an all too optimistic smile for a criminal is her best friend N.
“HEY uzi!” N says smiling as we walk in and examines the prototype weapon. “OO, you didn’t tell me you were working on a new gun.” N says dramatically pouting.
“Yeah well I am and it's my sick as hell rain gun, let's test it rehehehe.” Uzi laughs maniacally at her and gets behind the barricade, as soon as Uzi presses the button a green beam of like emerges and not just destroys the target but puts a hole in the wall.

“OH LETS FUCK GOOO.” Uzi yells rushing over to the gun to inspect the gun for any damage.
“Woah, now that was cool, almost as cool as a golden retriever. Also hey guess what, I got you tickets to the Hollywood Undead concert.” N says sitting on a stool nearby as Uzi inspects the gun. As he mentions the concert tickets Uzi’s head snapps around to look at N.
“Wait really, HOW, they've been sold out for months,” Uzi blurts out about the tickets, “Wait, don’t tell me you got V to beat someone up into giving away their tickets.” N’s face goes slightly pale as it puts his hands up in defence.
“Hey hey, Im my defence it was V’s idea so you can’t blame me.” N shrieks in surrender realising I made a mistake.
“Bite me, that's not the point N, I don't care if criminals use shady overpriced websites, not violence.. But uhh next time you see V, give her my thanks i guess whatever.” Uzi grabs a drink out of her mini fridge and sits now across from N offering him a drink as well. She shrugs as he politely declines. The two talk all afternoon about the concert and the gun and just overall catching up. Eventually N leaves and Uzi feels a weird feeling of disappointment as he closes the workshop door behind him leaving Uzi standing there alone. She tried to shake off this feeling but it sticks with her all evening and night. Why did I feel better around him? As she heads to bed she manages to convince herself that it's just because he's a good friend.

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“Uzi’s really talented you know V, I still don't understand why you don't like her?” N asks as he sits down on the couch watching V make some food. As V finishes up and sits across from N she sighs.
“She's a bad influence, she's violent and a criminal. I would prefer you stay away from that side of the world.” V protests.
“Hey, you're the one who beat up some guy to get me and uzi tickets. So if anything you're the violent one.” N snaps back at V waving the tickets around.
“That’s not the same, i pick small fights i know i can win, she sells fucking guns, and is bitchy to everone no matter what, shes a criminal, dont turn into a criminal like i was or she is.” V looks away befor grabbing her arm and continuing “It’s how you lose the people who mean the world to you. I don’t want you to experience what I did. Yes I know Uzi is talented but she's too reckless, too dangerous.” V continues to explain but she refuses to let N see how weak she looks at the moment. N stands up in protest telling V she just doesn't get it and is being selfish before storing off to his room and collapsing onto his bed.
“Ugh why is she so protective, she did crime why is she trying to get me not to do it, it's bullshit.” N lays back and sighs before. He falls asleep that night, full of the conflicted feelings of wanting to be with his best friend but also not wanting to make his big sister mad.

While N was sleeping peacefully in his room after the argument, V was sitting in her room clutching a picture of J in her hands, tears welling up in her eyes and her brain filled with memories of that night. That night that scared her.

“Ok so we go in we steal the documents and we go?” V asks as she turns to J hands still on the steering wheel.
“Not that simple. First we need to distract the guards at the back, we would kill them but the comotion would attract people. After we do that and get into the back there will be a vault in the far left corner, lucky for us the guards are on vacation and shouldn't be there, so it will be unguarded, we get in there then grab the document, by that point the alarms will have been set off and we need to escape through the front using the commotion as a cover to escape. So yeh simple” J snarks after she goes over the plan one more time getting out of the car knife in hand.
“What do you think we'll find on the documents, I mean obviously it's going to be something with the virus but what do you think the specifics will be?” V asks with curiosity looking at V.
“Well what i'm predicting is either patient zero or other statistics from the experiments.” As they approach the back of the building J turns to V grabbing her shoulders. “Listen V this is a dangerous mission we are glad the guards aren't here but the back will be guarded and if it comes to it we will have to kill, I just hope we both come out alive.” V smiles as J says this, she isn't usually kind or soft even when N’s not around.
“Yeh I know, come on love, let's go steal some classified documents.” V says excitedly. As her and J walks to the back.
“Ok there's 5 guards all armed, do you want to use a grenade or a molotov?” V asks J pulling a grenade and a molotov of her bag. J picks the grange and after V pulls the pin and throws it away from themself covering their ears. After it explodes J and V jump into the skip bun and close the lid until they hear the guards run past. They get out and book it for the back door. J pickles the door with ease and enters the building. Looking around they were in a marble hallway at the end of a very old and poor vault. Once they get to it J straps some small thermit to it and blows the vault open. The alarm starts to blare and V runs in and grabs the documents before running into the main lobby hiding amongst the startled crowd befor running out of the building. This didn't go as planned though, one of the guards spotted then running to the back door and is now patrolling outside of the building near the main doors. J and V run out and the guard spots the documents in V’s hand. He starts to chase the two criminals down the street asking the police for confirmation to open fire. After he does he starts to try and shoot down J and V.
“J, down here I know an escape hole we can use to escape quickly!” V pulls J down an alleyway at the end a small hatch. She climbs in and waits for J but just as J is entering the hatch a bullet penetrates J’s skull spewing blood all over V.
“J NOOOOOO!!” V screams as J falls limp at the entrance, she drags her body down the hatch and away from the guards. She arrives at a small room with a door setting J down on the floor.
“J no please, no no, you can't die, J WAKE UP!” V screams clutching J’s lifeless body close to her own. Her hands tremble and her breath grows heavy as she tucks J’s hair behind her ear. “J, please please please, i love you J, you can't die no no I won't accept it.” V continues kissing J on the forehead befor bailing hearing the guards come down the hatch. After that day she vowed that she would never go back to the life of a criminal.

V looked up from J’s picture, ears now rolling down her eyes as she looked where N’s room is.
“N i can't let you go down this path, i can't let you go through what i did..” V whispers, wiping the tears from her face, putting J’s picture back on her bedside table as she climbs under the covers.

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The next morning Uzi reluctantly pulls herself out of bed doing her usual morning routine before going to check her computer. As she does she checks her emails and shes that she has a new one, is a customer.
“Huh, they already have a gun, why do they want more?” she questions to herself as she reads over the email again. Uzi brushes this off and puts it in her calendar before heading over to her workbench, her gun was almost finished and there were just a few problems with connections and everything. She quickly got to work on it, finishing the gun that day.

“HEY N, THE GUN’S FINISHED WANNA COME SEE IT?” She blurts as soon as N picks up the phone. N’s eyes light up, the gun had been a project Uzi’s been doing for a while but its finally finished.
“Yeh yeh i'm on my way right now!” He replies as he hangs up the phone and grabs his coat of the door swinging it over himself as he peers into V’s room.
“Hey V, I'm off to Uzi. She finished the gun.” N explains to V who's sitting at her desk writing up something for her work. N then heads out of the house before V has the chance to tell him no.

“Ugh, seriously, and he's off like that, one of these days I swear to god I hope that gun explodes.” V pouts as she turns back to her computer. Mumbling to herself.
“He didn’t even give a proper goodbye, just a yeah i'm going and he left, ugh what can I say i'm the same.” She leans back, running her hands through her hair. “Am I too rough on him, maybe i am, but yet again I just don't want him to end up where I did, he seems to care about Uzi and i don’t want him to lose anything, he seems so happy all the time and i don't want something to happen to that purple freak that would hurt him, no i'm not too rough, I'm doing what's best for him even if he doesn't know it.” She explains to herself.

Uzi hears a knock on the workshop door before N enters with a smile and the same coat as worn for years.
“You know other coats exist right, you don’t have to wear that everywhere like it’s your skin you know.”
N sits down on one of the stools looking down at his coat with a frown.
“Yeh but it's my coat, I like this coat, it's comfy in all the right places, the fabric isn't weird and the fur isn’t scratchy against my neck.” Uzi chuckles at this befor picking up the gun and pointing it at the target at the other side of the workshop.
“Yeh ok you autistic freak, just watch this.” Uzi says as she pulls the trigger and a beam of light shoots from the end of the gun and towards the target vaporising it instantly.
“WOAH, that was so cool Uzi, somehow it gets better and better the more you work in it. Hey it’s dont now no more stress on what is wrong with it so that's good.” N says with a smile of pure enthusiasm. “Also you are for sure the best gun maker in the world, the universe even, this of that, Uzi the master gunsmith.” He continues waving his hands around.
“Bite me, I'm not that praiseworthy.” Uzi snaps as N recoils a bit.
“Ok ok ms edgy gun maker.” He chucks before looking at her calendar.

“Oh, you have a new client? You haven't had one in a while, wait I recognise that name, they already have a gun, why do they need another one?” N asks as he looks at the note on the calendar with a bit of confusion.
“Yeh that's what I said, I tried to tell them no but they kept insisting so I just gave up and booked an appointment.” She sighs, placing the gun down and going over to her computer next to N. “They said that they wanted a high speed handgun, so I don't even know what they’re doing, they already have a fast firing one so I’m honestly thinking of just giving them the same one, but then again I can't make assumptions so i'm just bringing the what i bring last time and they can pick.
“Yeh, yeh makes sense.” N nods not really understanding but still going oblong with what Uzi says cause she knows what she's doing.
“So I booked them an appointment next week, you can come along if you want to. I don't mind, just try not to tell V she might kill me, literally.” N chuckles sheepishly at Uzi’s words knowing V might not kill Uzi but definitely do something.

N heads home that night and writes down the date on his calendar before having dinner with V.
“So, how did it go, were there any problems with the gun?” V asks, starting a conversation. N finishes the food in his mouth before nodding and speaking.
“Nah it all went smoothly, works like wonder, I swear no one can make a better gun then Uzi does, she is so talented and aw-” N cuts himself off realising what he was saying as he shoves a spoonful of stew into his mouth.
“Oooo looks like someone fancies Uzi.” V snarks at N with a smile on her face seeing the blush appear on N’s face.
“I do not, she's just an awesome friend, you're the one who keeps trying to get us together then deciding you hate her, what's up with that huh?” He questions V who seemed to be unprepared.
“What, well she's confusing, one minute she's just normal, next minute she's a weapon making criminal freak what do you expect me to do. She's all over the place and I don’t like it, like next you're gonna tell me she's seeing a gun WITH YOU.” V argues with a stern voice glaring at N. N had almost spat out his food at the last sentence, he couldn't quite tell if V knew or if it was just an example. All he did was mumble a yeh before saying quite the rest of the meal.

As V is clearing up she looks over at N who's sitting on the couch on his phone oblivious of how dangerous the life he's going down is. She sighs knowing she can't do anything but warn him. Before she heads off to her room she looks back at N.
“Just think about what you care about before you do anything stupid with the purple freak.”
N just nods still a little shock from what V said at dinner before giving a thumbs up and going back to his phone.

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Sorry this isn't a new chapter for anyone expecting one. I've been having mental health problems for a while and didn't have the energy to write. Authough since i'm starting to get better im hoping to get back into writing and im going to be rewriting this fic and hopefully make it better. this is a fic i've had planned for around a year or two and i have almost every chapter planned just not written. again sorry to everyone for not updating this in forever but expect a rewrite of chapter 1 and maybe 2 at around 9pm ACDT