Page 3: Invitation - Dillinger


Dear Guest,

You've been invited to a party where you will meet other individuals such as yourself. You will go under the codename Dillinger so no one will know exactly who you are and for safety precautions.

So there is a high chance out of pure fear you won't go to the party. Just in case we felt like you should know that we know you've made a big getaway recently.

You went to jail once, what's another time? I'm sure it'll be much longer than a year the next go-round. You just can't stop, can you? I bet your family will be so ashamed.. hope the rings were worth it

See ya there!

"..A-ashamed..?"

Dillinger was right in the middle of removing shiny expensive jewels from various rings she was able to snatch from this expensive jewelry store when the invitation slipped through her door.

She read it over and over and over again. Every word replaying in her mind as if it was on a broken record.

Jail? Her going back to jail...

If they left it at that she wouldn't go. She isn't afraid of going back to jail. It wasn't as bad the first time who says it's going to be any different the second time.

But when it came to her family and their view of her that's where she drew the line.

After she was done replaying the same sentence in her mind over and over again it took one glance at the jewelry she took for her throat to suddenly become dry.

Tears began spilling out of her eyes as she covered her face. She felt like a little kid who just broke a picture frame. She was scared, she was panicking.

What if her family found out?

Will they tell the police?

Would they even go to see her trial

Would they even write to her?

Now in the fetal position crying her eyes out, she was thankful no one was home.

She wiped her face and stood up from the bed she was sitting on. Her head hung low as she walked towards our closet looking for the best thing she could wear.

She wasn't rich by any means, so she didn't have anything special to wear. She feared something would go wrong. She had a feeling it would.

She reached out for a very simple sundress and her hand froze as she pauses and thought.

Something felt wrong, something felt very wrong. Shaking off for fear she nonetheless took the dress out and got ready.

She sat on her bed once more and looked at the note, skimming it.

She sighed placing the note in the box in which she had the rings right next to them was the bag of jewels she was taking out of the ring.

She took the box and put it under her bed. She then realized why she was feeling so weird. She pondered something, who slipped the note under her bedroom door? And how did they get into her house?

...What if they're still there?

Her eyes widened in realization and she was suddenly much more aware of her surroundings.

Standing up straight Dillinger starts taking small glances around the room as she made quiet steps towards her door, softly creaking it open.

She looked left and she looked down the stairs.

Nothing.

Using her stealth skills she made her way downstairs with little noise always checking her surroundings. She knew something was watching, she knew someone was watching her.

Someone was making sure she went to this party.

When she made it to her front door she unlocked it. Stepping outside and locking it from the outside.

She made her way down the street preparing to start running since she had no car at the moment.

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5 miles. That's how far she got.

She was sitting on the curb not too far away from a gas station. She was tired and out of breath and she wasn't even halfway there, maybe she was and she didn't know. The invitation didn't have any directions.

Getting up and stretching she prepared herself to start running more. Like-minded individuals.. that meant more people were coming and who is she to leave a bunch of crazies waiting.

And she isn't going to let her family find out about what she did. She isn't guilty about it nor does she regret it. She just doesn't want them to know. With this motivating her she ran faster.

She was getting to this party. Even if it's the last thing she'll do.

Judging by the dirt that these people have on her, the feeling of someone watching her in her own home, and the sketchiness of the invitation, it might be.

Then suddenly she stopped there's that a parked car, just sitting there. One step is all it took before she was suddenly breaking into the car.

Getting in was easy but hot-wiring, it would be a completely different thing.

Working on sparking the two wires together she rethought all her life, she usually did when she found herself in these situations.

She thought about her boyfriend, she thought about jail, she thought about going back and pretending this never happened...

And then the car started running.

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