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OH, PLEASE. OH, PLEASE. OH, PLEASE DON'T LET THAT BE ANOTHER MURDER. PLEASE JUST LET IT BE A REGULAR OL' BORING KIDNAPPIN' OR SOMETHIN'
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The mortal and her two immortal friends emerge from a dirty alleyway that connects to the previously visited boutique. They arrive to an empty street, only accompanied by the howls of the wind and the darkening sky. No one but them and two stray cats are in sight. They walk past several closed shops as they make their way across a lonely sidewalk. The three girls laugh and conversate with one another, enjoying their time together.
Then, Alice's attention suddenly gets grasped by something up ahead. She doesn't hesitate to unhook her arm from Harley's and runs towards it, squealing with delight. And similar to a child, she presses her face against a showcasing glass, admiring something behind it. "No way," she joyfully exclaims. "Rose, come look!"
Still speaking with the ex criminal, Rosalie stops mid-sentence to glance at her overly-excited sister. Her and her friend share the same look of confusion, but nevertheless, she walks toward the short-haired girl, her arms folded across her chest. "What's..," her sentence gets cut off as her eyes land on something behind the glass. They light up with want and desire.
".. Uh, hey! You guys? What d'ya lookin' at ova' there," Harley asks from afar, curious as to what caught their attention. She jogs toward them, seeing them stand in front of a boutique's display window as they admire some things inside the store. Alice is captured by the attraction of a crystal necklace, while Rosalie is drawn to a diamond ring that pokes it's head out a black jewelry box.
The front of the store reads 'Northern Lights.' She remembers Alice talking about it once. She described it as a "super high-end boutique in the heart of Port Angeles. It's so exclusive, you're lucky if you can even get in. They're always, either, sold out or closed." As she looks closer into the store, she finds an expensive crystal purse standing on a silver pedestal. "Holy moly," she exclaims, pressing her forehead against the glass. She then turns to her friends, her eyes wide with amazement. "Are you guys seein' this?"
The short vampire looks over at the store's front door and finds a "closed" sign hanging off it. She releases a deep and unneeded sigh and looks at her friend and family. "They're closed," she sadly announces. "Probably won't be open til the upcoming week." A frown forms on her lips as she longingly stares at the piece of jewelry from behind the glass.
Harley notices her friend's desire. Her blue eyes shift from the expensive necklace to the woman who wants to wear it around her neck.
".. We should get going," Alice suggests. "It's getting dark."
Her and her sister give the extravagant jewelry pieces one last longing look before they continue down the sidewalk.
Suddenly, a window shatters behind them.
Harley bats aside the few remaining glass shards from the window of the store with her ridiculously heavy purse. She casually reaches in and pulls the items off it's display peditals, alongside her very much wanted purse. She has stolen one of the store's most wanted items for her friends. She turns back to the sidewalk and catches her friends staring at her.
Unfazed, she swings the little purse over her shoulder, and rolls her eyes. "I'm a bad guy, remember. It's just what I do." Harley strikes a pose and checks her reflection in the mirror. "How does this look?" Arms out, she dances a bit, reveling in her new acquisition. "Me likee."
"Harley," Rosalie starts. "You are.. seriously crazy."
"Rose," Alice scolds her sister, gently smacking her shoulder, though she's in agreement.
"Oh, it's all right, Cupcake," Harley chirps. "I know I'm crazy. Nothin' new here." A smile adorns her lips as she skips toward them with her arms outstretched, Alice's necklace and Rosalie's ring hanging from her fingertips. "But I'm only crazy for you." She playfully sings as she gets on her knees and dramatically places the stolen items in their hands. "For you, thy immortal madams."
The two sisters look down at the stolen merchandise in their hands, then at Harley, who looks up at them with a goofy grin on her face. They've never met anyone so nonchalant when committing a crime. Well, except when it's the act of literal murder. A smile appears on their lips, melted by Harley's action. I'll pay for it later, they think optimistically.
Harley's smile drops. ".. What's wrong? Why aren't you sayin' anything? Wait, are they the wrong color," she asks as she stands off the ground. "You can tell me. I can go back and - "
Her sentence gets cut as Rosalie suddenly and spontaneously snakes her arms around her shoulders, pulling her into a loving embrace, one which her sister quickly takes part in. Her walls crumble down, allowing Harleen into her inner circle of love and trust. A very small circle, might I add. The new member in her circle smiles happily and stands on her toes to embrace her tall figure. And just as things begin to look up, the store's alarm blares, announcing the world of Harley's crime.
The thief's blue eyes widen with excitement. "Does that mean we won a prize?"
The thief's accomplices quickly pull away from the hug to look at her.
Alice's golden eyes showcase the look of true fear. "Oh, my God.."
But unlike her, Rosalie takes it like a true New Yorker. She doesn't hesitate to slip the stolen ring into her designer purse. "We should probably get out of here."
Gotham's previous resident shakes her head and offers her friends a sad smile as police sirens sound off in the distance. "Don't worry, my beautiful Rosa-Lilly," she croaks. "Please, save yourself. I'm not scared to go back to prison. After all, it was all worth it. Please, don't forget me. Tell my friends and family I love them so much.. and please take care of my baby teeth. I leave them under my pillowcase for good luck," she cries out as she dramatically reaches out for her "sisters."
Rosalie simply stares at her. "We could also take the merchandise and run."
Quinn straightens. "Yeah, we should probably do that. Run!"
As the alarm continues to blare and the sirens get closer, they quickly change direction and make a run for Rosalie's convertible car. They cross the street, their recently bought designer heels clicking against the pavement as they finally make it to the car. They slip into their seats and slam the doors shut. With Harley in the passenger seat, Rosalie in the back and Alice as the driver, Alice glances at her sister through the rear-view mirror, then at Harley, making sure they're all right.
Harley simply stares at them, silent as a mouse. A smile slowly creeps up her way, followed by maniac laughter. Alice also smiles at her, her throat erupting with a girlish giggle. Then a smirking Rosalie Hale leans over the console center and high-fives her friend in the passenger seat.
Alice shakes her head with a smile. "This is insane," she comments as she starts the BMW's engine.
Rosalie simply nods her head in agreement.
Harley looks at her friends and scoffs, grinning. "Oh, come on, girls! Live a little! Haha. See what I did there? .. Get it? 'Cause vampires aren't.. Okay."
"We get it, Harls," Alice replies, speaking like a mother would after her child told her a 'slightly funny, but not funny enough to make her laugh' joke. She slides on her sunglasses, her smile developing into a smirk. Harley leans in her seat and messes around with the radio, playing some rock music. Meanwhile, Rosalie admires the stolen ring in her hand. As the car pulls out the parking lot and zooms into the empty street, they all lift their arms into the air, hollering with excitement.
Moments later, Rosalie's red convertible stops in front of an red light, it's tires hovering over the streets of Forks. Alice holds onto the steering ring, her head wrapped into a fancy Gucci scarf and her neck adored with the stolen necklace. Behind her, Rosalie is praising her reflection in a hand mirror as she wears the new addition to her jewelry collection. Beside Alice, Harley licks on her massive lollipop with her expensive purse and the giant giraffe Rosalie bought for her sitting on her lap. She tightly holds onto her other purse, unwilling to let go of it. Music blasts inside the roofless car as they bob their head to it, the three of them wearing a large smile to their faces.
Then a blue convertible car stops beside them, it's ceiling pops off, showcasing a bunch of drunk college boys. The guy in the passenger seat, a blonde man with blue eyes and a green turtleneck, drunkenly waves at them, catching Harley's attention. "Well! Hel-loooo," he slurs.
The owner of the red convertible turns her head to look at them after setting down her hand mirror. In front of her, Alice looks away from the road, her attention directed to them.
"I think I'm in love," the man in the back seat of the blue car slurs, blowing air kisses at a glaring Rosalie. Unlike the first guy, he has curly brown hair, blue eyes and a white button-up shirt.
Then the driver, a red-headed guy with light eyes and a red hoodie, lustfully stares at the women inside the BMW. And as soon as he opened his mouth, Harley knew only stupidity was going to come out of it. And just as she expected, he begins to make odd noises, something you only hear in cartoons. "A-oog-ah! A-oog-ah," he exclaims.
"Arooo," the brunette tosses his head back and howls.
Alice smiles and tilts her head, adjusting her sunglasses to sit on top of her head. "Excuse me, boys. Didn't your mommies tell you that's not the nice way to get a lady's attention," she nicely asks them.
But they just laugh, causing Harley's thoughts to become dangerous.
"Oh, and wadda you gonna do," the red-haired man asks and turns around to show the girls his bare ass. "Spank us?"
Practically seething, Harley's red lips curl into a nasty snarl as she suddenly leans over Alice's lap to give the boys a piece of her murderous mind, her purse still hanging from her tattooed wrist. "That's right, pigs," she growls as she digs her hands into her heavy purse. And before anyone expects it, she raises a pistol at them and begins to shoot away at the side of their car. "And here's the paddle!"
The three guys scream with fear as she continues to shoot at them. Two of them duck down, while the driver secures his seat belt.
"Trever, go! This bitch's crazy," the man in the passenger seat demands.
The driver presses his foot on the gas pedal and, just like that, they're gone and illegally running past the red light.
Harley watches them go and sinks in her seat, bending to slip her gun back into her purse. Rosalie and Alice silently watch her with their mouth agape. Quinn looks at them and smiles. "What? It's what they deserve," she says, laughing at their funny expressions. She leans in and pecks Alice's cold cheek. "No one catcalls my Pixie Princess an' gets away with it."
Rosalie's lips form into an amused smile, the former psychiatrist surprising her at every chance she gets. She lifts her hands and chuckles, leaning back in her seat as Alice purses her lips, smilingly slightly. She clears her throat and focuses on the road, stepping on the gas pedal.
At last minute, Harley decided she wants to pay a visit to King King, the pet store with all the protestors. Ever since they refused her request to adopt every single dog and cat in the shop, she hasn't been able to take the poor animals' "cute, adorable" faces out of her mind. And so, as requested, Alice took her there. Turns out, the pet shop was recently bought off by a nice a Hispanic couple. They added new pets into the store such as birds, hamsters, fish and turtles, and the animals don't live in nasty, cramped up cages anymore. Instead, they're allowed to roam around the store, allowing the customers to interact with them. And, a bonus for Harley, it's cruelty free! They banned the practice of euthanizing their animals. Things are really looking up for these poor fellas.
"That one! No, that one over there! Wait, the one with a little more blue on his wing, y'see 'im," Harley asks Mrs. Floral, standing with her inside of a glass aviary with blue and green birds flying around them. The tanned woman with chestnut colored hair jumps up into the air and grabs the requested bird with a net.
The blonde and short-haired women stand outside the crowded aviary, watching Harley and the employee run around as they chase after the birds.
The women whom once lived in Rochester, New York leans into Alice's ear. "She does realize they're all just going to get captured again. Right?"
Alice continues to look into the aviary as Harley leaps up into the air and grabs a dozen birds with her arms. "Maybe she'll think it through when she sees how long it'll take to wrangle all hundred and twenty-two of them..," she replies, hoping for the best.
The two females continue to watch Harley and Mrs. Floral run around the aviary as birds flee away from them. Quinn squeals and snatches another bird, turning to the shop's newest owner with a proud grin. "How's that for an amateur?"
".. It's confirmed that there have been no arrests made in the organized crimes in Washington, DC. As stated before, there have been a total of twenty dead within the past two weeks. What was once nineteen, is now twenty as a man in La Push, Washington was chased in his very own home and brutally murdered. The police say that when the man was found, all traces of his blood was gone. This, of course, raises all sorts of questions. Could this be some sort of cult? Please give us your opinion at hashtag, Forks News," a bearded man says in the pet shop's T.V, informing it's viewers on the latest news.
Mrs. Floral stands in front of the cash register, attending to Harley's purchase while Harley and her friends stand nearby, listening to the devastating news.
"It's chaos out there," Quinn comments, shaking her head with disbelief.
The immortals in the room share a worried glance, unnoticed by the humans. Someone uninvited stepped foot in their land.
"Sure is. You never see animals acting this way," Mrs. Floral replies, chuckling.
"You said it! I mean, seriously, is this town goin' insane o' or what," Quinn continues, shocked by the news.
"Yeah, but ain't nobody doin' anythin' about it," Mr. Floral replies, emerging from the back room with two boxes full of birds. He's a nice, middle aged man with graying hair and aging skin.
"Anyway, where where was I..? ... Oh, yeah.. ... One thousan', seven hundred and sixty-three.. .. An' eighty-two cents," Harley says to herself as she pays off the birds with cash she took out of Charlie's card with the help of a nearby ATM.
The two sisters glance at each other, worried for, both, the safety of the townspeople and for Charlie's credit card.
They leave the pet shop with a shopping cart full of boxes with birds inside, bags of bird food and dozens of bird feeders. Harley pushes the buggy, while Rosalie and Alice carry two boxes in their hands, speaking in hushed whispers. As they walk toward Rosalie's car, they pass by a crowd full of parked police cars surrounded by caution tape. Harley stops in her tracks and stares at the cars and it's owners, whom stand nearby, having a private conversation.
Oh, please. Oh, please. Oh, please don't let that be another murder.. Please just let it be a regular ol' boring kidnappin' or somethin, she thinks wishfully, just as her friends stop behind her, also captured by the crime scene.
"... And then I heard this man scream at the top of his lungs and so, I came running out the car and all I saw was the guy laid out on the floor just.. dead. It was so gruesome. There's just some things you can't unsee, man," a cop says to his other cop friend, speaking of what he's seen.
According to him, he heard a man scream, causing him to leave the safety of his car to investigate. There he found the body of a homeless man, dead and sprawled out into a strange position.
"Damn, man," the other cop replies, sighing as he stares at a black body bag, something Harley and her friends noticed just now. "Who's gonna clean this mess up and pay for the damage? Insurance?"
The first cop gives his friend a look as he gestures to the bag. "He was homeless, man. I highly doubt the man got insurance, and we both know the damn government don't give two shits about- "
Harley zooms our of their conversation and spins to find her friends also listening in. Their lips move slightly, though no sound is heard.
"Jinkies," Harley exclaims, catching their attention. "You hear what they sayin' back there?"
Alice diverts her vision from the body bag to look at her. "We should head out.. Charlie must be worried sick."
Her and Rosalie walk off before Harley can reply.
She silently watches them go, wondering what they're hiding from her. She glances at the body bag once more before she releases a sad sigh and continues on.
Moments later, they are climbing up the shaky steps of a fire escape attached to a random apartment complex. Harley leads the way, while Rosalie and Alice follow behind her, holding a box in their hands.
"The view from here is amazing," Alice comments on the beautiful view the starry night has to offer.
Harley looks back at her and smiles, continuing up the steps. "Well, it ain't gonna spank itself."
Standing behind her, Alice laughs as she playfully smacks her behind, causing Harley and her sister to erupt with laughter. She shakes her head and continues to laugh with them, feeling shy at her sexual action towards her friend.
"All right, come on," Harley exclaims once she arrives to the top of the stairs. She excitedly runs towards the center of the roof and sets down the box, waiting for her friends to join her. "Okay, toilet mouth. Open the box!"
Rosalie looks at Harley, feeling unsure. "Are you sure you want to do this? .. They're just going to fly away."
Harley simply smirks at her. "That's right! My birds now. Let's open 'em up!"
While the two hesitant sisters tend to the two boxes, she moves around them to open the last box, holding on the lid to make sure the birds don't get out before they're supposed to. She looks up to find Rosalie and Alice doing the same while the boxes shake under their hands. "Ready?"
The two sisters glance at each other, then nod their heads.
A loud giggles escapes from Harley's throat as she leaps up and let's go of the box's lid, watching the colorful birds shoot out from the box and into the starry night. Rosalie and Alice do the same, a smile caressing their lips as the birds circle above their heads.
"You're free now," shouts Harley, her arms stretched out towards the sky. "Go! Fly home, my little friends!" She smiles as she jogs toward her friends, snaking her arms around their shoulders as they watch the birds fly over their heads. "Look at 'em go.. Tastin' freedom for the first time ever."
Rosalie and Alice look away from the colorful birds to glance at their friend, who lovingly smiles at them. They return the gesture, silently letting her know she can always depend on them. Alice reaches for Harley's hand and sighs happily, watching the birds slowly accumulate into a big ball in the sky.
"Huh," Harley expresses her confusion as the crowd of birds head their way. Her blue eyes widen in size. "Uh oh.. They're comin' back for the kill! Run!"
The two sisters step away from the seemingly aggressive birds, expecting Harley to join them, though she stays in her spot. They turn their heads to find dozens of birds lined up on her extended arms.
"Amateurs," Harley laughs. "Aahhh! That tickles!"
Then, much to their surprise, the birds begin to repeat after her, saying, "Aahhh! It tickles!" And as she laughs, they laugh with her, sounding like hundreds and hundreds of Harley's laughing all at once. It's a scary sight.
In the Swan Residence's front yard, Rosalie's red convertible pulls out of Charlie's sparking space, no cars but hers visible. Harley stands by the front door, waving goodbye with a large smile on her face. "Bye-Bye, Rosie! Bye-Bye, Alice," she says, watching the two girls wave back at her while they drive off. Still smiling, she releases a tired sigh and spins around, opening the front door.
Now inside the house, she drops her purse, her giant stuffed giraffe and the shopping bags full of clothes and accessories onto the floor. It's quiet inside. It seems as though no one is home. Charlie is probably working overtime and there's a high possibility Bella is off with Edward. Quinn heads into the dining room, needing to rest her feet for a bit. She finally makes it inside and plops down on a chair, leaning into the table with her chin cupped. She smiles at nothing in particular and closes her eyes, proud of her good deed for the day. And though she wasn't able to adopt any of the fur babies in King Hill, she was able to free all those birds and hopefully reunite them with their, as she calls them, "bird-families." For a supervillain, she does have a big heart.
The front door suddenly slams open, alerting Harley of an intruder. It's Charlie. He enters the dining room with a medium sized pizza box sitting on one hand and his phone on the other. He wears the look of confusion. "Why the hell does it say here I'm two thousand, four hundred and seventy dollars short in my bank account?"
Harley's blue eyes snap open.
FIN