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A Different Kind of Love (Atom x Katie)

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AtomSmasher

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Looking in the mirror, the man got ready. His custom tailored, pinstripe suit fit perfectly as it should, hanging on his shoulders. His fedora hat, brim pulled down, and his tommy gun at his side. He had to say, he looked good. He waited for his lover to get ready. They had a job to do. Taking the time to pull out a cigarette and light it, he waited while puffing on the death stick. If it was anywhere else, he would think twice about smoking in the room, but being a shitty motel room at the edge of town, he didn't think anyone would mind. The man moved toward the bed and sat down, getting his leather shoes on.

It was only a matter of time before they got caught. He thought to himself as he watched the sun rise. The best time to do anything was at the crack of dawn. People were more likely going to give in than fight back. A solemn look on the man's face. One last cigarette. They were going to heist a small diamond store. Chump change, but as far as he was concerned, diamonds were the way to go. At least for now, while they waited for his brother to call. Colton sighed again. Was Helena really taking this long?

As he finished his cigarette, he flicked it and moved toward the bathroom. He opened the door and wrapped his arms around Helena. He really did love the girl. Something about doing crime with her made it that much better. "You ready babe?" He asked her with a laugh. The car was waiting outside and they weren't yet wanted, though things were about to change. They had to discuss their plan of attack, the worst thing they could do was go in and not have a gameplan. . .
 
Helena stood in front of the broken mirror in the bathroom. Her dark brown hair was in tight curls around her face, and her nimble fingers began to pink the front bits into tight loops against her head. Pushing pins through her hair, she spent quite a while until she was certain her appearance was lovely. Leaning forward, she brushed on a coat of red lipstick, covering her pale lips with a bright shade - something only outgoing women did these days. While minds were changing, one was still considered to be sleazy if she wore a skirt above her knees. But what did it matter what society thought? Lining her eyes with charcoal, she eyed herself in the mirror, just as the door opened.

"Not yet." She said, a slight southern tone to her voice. Batting her eyelashes, she began to pull on a pair of white gloves, finishing off her rather fancy look. Even though most wouldn't go out every day like this, her and her 'boyfriend' took a bit of pride in looking nice. Heeled shoes, a satin skirt, button down blouse, and a fur trimmed jacket covered the rest of her - quite a night going outfit for this part of town. Turning her head up a bit, she kissed Colton's jawline, and then brushed away the lipstick stain with a towel.

"I suppose we should get going." Glancing out the window, she saw that the sun was almost peaking over. Grabbing her purse, she picked up her larger bag, and went towards the exit of the hotel. They could only stay in one place for so long before people got suspicious.
 
As the man made his way toward the car, he looked toward his love and gave her a reassuring smile. Everything was going to be okay. He would actually be lying, if he said he hadn't run everything through his head and thought about everything that could go wrong. He started up the car and listened to his baby purr. The car that was. He sat in it for a second and let it warm up. His side arm in it's holster sling across his belt. This was a routine robbery, at least routine to a pair of crooks such as Colton and Helena.

The store was little for the most part. Well, little enough where there was only a handful of employees working the day they had chosen. He parked the car outside across the street from the store. Was it the best parking spot? No. Though they didn't need that good of a spot for what they were doing. They needed to get in, and get out. It was a matter of time. He sat back and looked at Helena, grasping her gloved hand with his. He mouthed three simple words to her, before he got out: I love you.

With that, he got out of the car and moved at a quickened pace toward the door. He knew she was right behind him. As they burst through the door, they would act as though they were prospective customers, just going to buy some diamonds. This, of course, was not the case. He moved quickly to the counter, with Helena's hand entangled with his, making the illusion they were a loving couple, merely looking for a ring, or a diamond. He waited for Helena to make the move. . .
 
Even if this was one of many crimes they had committed, there was still a pit in the bottom of her stomach. Helena never really liked the idea of hurting someone, even though she often did it. Killing was not her forte, in fact, she had only shot at someone once, and she had skidded across their ankle. No - crime wasn't something Helena had aspired to, nor something she wanted to continue. But that was Colton's life. She had joined it because she loved him, and now she had a record herself. There was no turning back.

"Did you pay the hotel bill?" She asked calmly, as if they were driving to the park. Sighing, she leaned back against the leather chair seat. She was still a bit tired, but mostly nervous. Trying to sway the thoughts from her mind, she held her purse tightly in her lap. Concealed inside was a small, maybe four inch long white gun. It was mainly for her protection, but she knew the time would come when it would be an offense.

Finally they made it to the diamond store, and she quickly moved out of the car, and took hold of Colton's hand. They had to seem interested in the jewelry like a couple. Looking into the glass case, she eyed over the sparkling jewels. She was for sure keeping a couple of these, for her own use. "Do you think we could take..." Helena started, pointing to the largest diamond she could see. "... that one out?" She asked the clerk behind the glass. After it was out, they would pull the guns, grab what they could, and go.
 
If Colton said he had never murdered anyone, he would have been lying. If Colton had told Helena, that the only man that he had murdered in front of her was the only man that he had ever murdered, he would have lied to her. Colton was a thug. He didn't deserve a woman like Helena, he didn't deserve any of the luxuries he had. He deserved the cold swift hand of death and nothing more. His eyes watched the man take out the diamond, and looked at it. He let go of Helena's hand so she could go elsewhere, look at other things. He realized, he had never answered her question.

In the back of his mind, the man had to know who these two were. He had to. They were not just two slums and their faces were too attractive to be anyone else than who they were. In an instant, Colton's world changed. The man in front of him, pulled out a shotgun, but before he could pull the trigger, he had a bullet between his eyes, and lay dead. The smoking gun belonged to Colt. He let out a breath and peered over the counter, staring down at a dead shopkeep and a pool of blood. He cursed under his breath, and looked back at Helena. There was no way she hadn't heard or seen that. . . no way.

The man took a step back. Almost in shock of what had happened. He was sure Helena understood but even so, now he had murder on his hands. There were three cameras. All watching it happen, and he had looked right at the camera as he pulled the trigger. With another curse word, he started to load up diamonds and breaking the cases. There was no point in trivialities now. The man was dead, and if they didn't hurry, they would be in jail. He loaded things up as quickly as he could and hoped she was doing the same. . .
 
When the diamond was taken out, Helena put on an excited face, and glanced over the item. But then, her hand was released, and she moved across the room, to look into another box. The brunette tried to ignore the shuffling sounds of guns being moved. A trigger was pulled, and suddenly, a blast filled the air. Spinning around, Helena saw there was no longer a man standing behind the counter. Colton's gun was out, smoking and hot. The little girl inside wanted to run away, to hide from what had just happened. But she wasn't a little girl anymore.

Suddenly she slapped her bracelet against the glass, and it shattered open. She grabbed the diamonds and jewels from the shelf, and then hopped over the counter so she could grab the rest. Immediately she began to fill her purse with the stolen property. She wasn't being picky now. Anything and everything was being taken. After a moment, she went to the new cash register - well, new in the sense that cash registers had only just started 'working. Pressing the button she saw a small pile of bills, about 3,000 in cash. Grabbing it all, she put it in her bag, and then ran around the corner. Out from behind the back, she looked at Colton anxiously.

"Lets go!" She screeched, before running out the door and getting into the car. She was in the passenger seat, but she still turned on the ignition, waiting for her man to come out and drive them off.
 
With a sharp breath, the man had been brought back to society. Had he really just done that? For a longtime murderer, he sure looked anxious. He noticed his wife and moved to watch the back door. Sure enough, as soon as he moved to the car, a man burst out of the back room with a shotgun pointed right at him. a blast from the thing and the corner that Colton had to move behind splintered. The man couldn't help but laugh as his life flashed before his eyes. Quickly, his feet carried him to another barrier as another shot rang out and devastated the edging.

A quick eye looked toward the car wehere his wife was waiting. He moved quickly firing a shot at the man as he was reloading. The shots missed, and the man ran quickly. Pulling out another pistol right as Colton got to the car, the man fired three shots, one piercing Colt's shoulder the other two piercing his stomach. Colt gasped almost as the breath had been squeezed out of him, and crumpled to the ground, blood oozing from his wound.

(Sorry for the lame response. . .))
 
Helena looked to be in utter shock when shots rang out. Hadn't the worker been killed? Her knuckles turned white as she grasped her purse, watching Colt run from barrier to barrier. A sigh of relief almost, almost escaped her - when suddenly, in slow motion, he fell to the ground. Two seconds seemed like eternity as Helena thought of what to do. And almost instinctively, she grabbed a pistol from the back, and stepped out of the car. Closing one eye she aimed, and fired - once, twice, three times! Two hit the man, once in the chest, the other in his leg.

Dropping the gun, Helena ran to her lover. "Are you alright?!" She asked, knowing full well he wasn't. Heaving as hard as she could, she lifted him up a bit, and began to drag him towards the passenger seat. She would drive by the doctors, buy a kit, and get these wounds tended to! But what if she wasn't fast enough? "Just hold on..." She grunted, and then finally got him into the seat of the car. Running around the other side she shoved down on the gas pedal, and sped down the road.
 
The man faded in and out. He didn't know what of, whether it by life and death or just conscienceness. He knew few things right now, he knew that his stomach hurt, he knew his shoulder hurt, and he knew that he loved Helena right now, for if she had not been there, he would have been, for lack of a better word, toast. The man groaned and rolled over a bit, spitting up blood onto the fabric that was covering the seat. That was going to stain. Ha. Even at a time like this, he was never really aware that he had been shot. Delusional and in pain sure. He could not speak, and even when she asked a question she had known the answer too, all he c ould do was grunt.

Holding on was something that he had no control of now. There was fabric in his gunshot wound, there was hair on the one on his shoulder. Colt was in bad shape. He was, however, not overly happy in being in such a situation. His body moved as the speed and the road willed it to move. Curves he was bouncing, straightaways he was hugging the seat. He just wanted things to be over. . .
 
Helena held tightly onto the wheel, until her knuckles were a pale white. Suddenly she saw the general store, and she turned tightly, and slammed on the brakes. "I'll be right back!" She yelled, and then grabbed her purse. Heading into the store, she grabbed the first blanket she could see, and shoved it on the counter. "I need rubbing alcohol, gin, bandages, pliers! Fast!" The old woman behind the counter gave her an odd look, but with a wave of Helena's hand, she went to grab the items. Within a few moments, she brought back the order, and began ringing things up.

"This should cover it." Helena handed her a hundred dollar bill, and then grabbed everything, and headed out the door. Back to the car, the brunette threw the blanket onto the ground, laying it out a bit. Opening his door, she gently grabbed his hand, and tried to pull him out. "Sweet heart, please lay down. I... I have to get those out!" She moved him to the ground eventually, and handed him the gin. "Drink it fast." In a few moments she had his shirt ripped off, and opened the bottle of alcohol. "This is going to burn..." Helena gritted her teeth and poured it over the wounds. It was terrible to have to hurt her lover, but it had to be done.
 
As much as he wanted to help her when she brought out the blanket and laid it down. To be perfectly frank, the blanket didn't help much, but he wasn't going to say anything to a woman who was saving his life at the moment. In a sense, he was almost relieved that she knew what she was doing, or at least gave the illusion that she knew. It was one of the things that he wished she would never tell him. The bottle of gin was shoved into his face, and the man almost hesitated to drink it, but decided that he couldn't. Colt, not drinking alcohol? Something was defineatly wrong.

By this time, the two were gathering a small crowd, watching her tend to him, looking at the blood, almost in awe at what they were seeing and the famous fugitive couple. Few people thought to call the cops, but elected not to at the status of the two. Wanted, wounded and frantic. Finally, the general store manager came out with some water and handed it to Helena. It was really all he could do, though he did want to do more. Lots more.

The man on the ground was not in great shape. He was spitting blood and he was holding onto wrist. As soon as she poured the rubbing alcohol on him, his grip tightened greatly, and Colt was a pretty strong guy. His grip was good and tight. He could almost hear the liquid sizzling in his wounds, cleaning them, doing what have you. This process was only going to get more agonizing, he knew this. .
 
Helena hardly noticed the people gathering around the two. She nodded though in thanks when water was dropped beside her, and then began to pick up the pliers with as shaky hand. "Please, Colt. Drink. It'll keep things from hurting." She bent down to kiss his forehead, and then put the bottle back in his hand. But now, she had bigger things to focus on. Stomach came first.

Pouring a tiny bit more alcohol on the wound, she bit her lip, and push the pliers in. Thankfully the wound wasn't too deep, and after a few twists, she got hold of the bullet. Ripping it out, she realized slower was better. For now, there was a bit of torn skin around the room, and she could see a tiny layer of fat and muscle. "Can someone spare a needle and thread?" She yelled, and then went on to remove the other bullets.

A little girl hurried up, and dropped a small sewing kit at Helena's side. "Thank you, dear." Helena said hurriedly, before twisting out the two other bullets. And then, she pushed the thread through the needle's eye, her hand still shaking heavily. Taking another deep breath, she shoved the needle through his skin, and began stitching his wound together. "Almost done, sweet heart. Almost done."
 
Awesome. He was being patched up with thread. Something that in the long run, he would probably be grateful for. The man had too much class to scream, even if he wanted to. The pulling out of the bullets was agonizing. Agonizing. It was a matter of life and death though. Even if he wanted to, the gin smelt so bad to him right now. The only thing he could drink, was water, and even then, it did not seem that good. The man looked into her eyes, and realized that he would be out of commission for a bit. At least until he body kicked in and took over the healing process. He wouldn't be able to do much. Eating, Drinking, and Fucking was all out of the question now. . .

With each added remedy, the crowd winced a little bit. Two men stepped forward and picked Colton up when it was all said and done. The inside of the car had been wiped up by another woman, and the two men gently put Colton in the car and buckled him up. There was no end to the gratitude the man felt right now. For Helena, for the good people shopping at that store. Hell, even for the girl, and Colton hated little kids. He never wanted one, something that was always tried to be pushed on him. The man just sat back and relaxed. The worst of the worst was over. . .
 
Once everything was finished, Helena folded up the bloody blanket, and put it on the car seat, so that there would be slightly less blood on them when he sat. "Thank you." She said quickly to everyone helping them. Running around to the other side, she closed the door, and started up the car. "We need to get you a place to rest... But I'm afraid this town is already too rialed up. We can drive for a couple of hours, and then stop. Do you need something?"

Her voice was quick and panicky. She didn't want to drive for so long, with Colt in such bad shape. But surely news would spread about her 'surgery', someone would know who she was, and there would be doom. No, it didn't matter how dangerous it was to drive such a ways, it would be worse if the cops got them. "Anywhere in particular you want to go?" She tried to sound at ease, but it wasn't possible.
 
Part of the man wanted to take over for her. To drive them to safety and to find a place to stay. The other part of him was elsewhere. He had a glazed look in his eye, and the wounds stopped hurting. He was in shock, though he was still functional. At least to the minimal degree. "Up to you." He managed to squeeze out. By this time, he was much more pale then he usually was. Still, he was fine. In all honesty, they needed to start moving. Now. This was crucial.

By this time, all the flare in his eyes was gone. The man was still moving, he was going to be okay, but he needed rest. During the time she started driving and the time they had gotten there, he had faded in and out a few times, and he was unsure of where he was, and what he was doing. . .
 
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