That day started everything I hoped to achieve in my lifetime. I wanted to make sure nothing that happened to me was repeated. But I wasn't strong enough yet. I knew that.
When morning came, the murder of the officer j. Johnson was everywhere. They called it brutal. Official reports said he was alive while most of it happened. They weren't wrong. I made sure of that.
There was no evidence at the crime scene either, people were taking the kill as a warning to law enforcement.
It was a warning obviously, but not for those meger idiots.
I walked down the sidewalk right past the police station that morning, the cold air nipping at my nose. I stopped with all the other passersby. Keeping my emotions in check to not raise any suspicion.
They were cleaning the wall. The body and all of its parts being hauled away quickly before press could get any more pictures of it. I almost laughed when I saw the eye roll out of his throat when the tried to pick him up. Luckily I caught myself.
The cops dispersed everyone which was kind of annoying but oh well. I had places to be anyway. I needed cash and heaven knows Im not getting a nine to five and paying taxes on my income.
Like come on! We fought for no taxes and then got them pushed right back on us by the people who said they wouldn't tax us! What kind of bullshit is this!?
That's one problem if fix when I ran this god forsaken country.
Another? Any person sick enough to touch a child in any way other than appropriate ways would be killed. Monsters like that deserve to die.
I continued this rant in my head for quite awhile until I walked into a bank. It wasn't difficult to pull cons on these people, they didn't pay attention to anything anyway.
It was a huge bonus that this banks records were deleted at random because of faulty systems. That's why nobody used it.
When I walked in, the place was pretty much empty. The key to a good heist like the one I'm about to pull is confidence. Without even second guessing myself, I walked right up to a teller. A young woman in her early 20s. Probably fresh out of college.
"Excuse me ma'am, I signed up for this bank not to long ago and put in about 20 grand into my card and now my card just isn't working?"
The teller immediately looked confused. But the situation seemed to be dire since more people looked this way. Gotcha.
"I just don't understand how a locked card can lose 20k in a month of no use" I said confidently, putting on the best act I could.
I could tell the teller was getting anxious, she asked for my card and I handed her a exemplary fake. She was definitely getting worse as she tried to look up information that was never there. Slowly, my act continued.
I tapped my foot like I was in a rush or impatient. Then rolled my eyes and let out a huff, making the girl more nervous.
"I-im sorry ma'am....but it's not showing up"
I could tell in her voice she was extremely nervous now. Perfect.
"What the hell do you mean it's not showing up!? I filed all the fucking paperwork and even added the income feature! All my money is in that damn card!"
My act must've been good, she was flinching at my words. Looking around. Others coming to try and help her. My glorious act continued perfectly.
"This has happened for how long!? You all stole almost 20 k and 5 grand in interest from me for how fucking long!?"
"I-im so sor-"
"DAMN RIGHT YOU SHOULD BE SORRY"
I did feel a little bad for yelling at her but I could care less. It was a heist and who in the world wouldn't be mad about losing 20 grand to a careless bank? It was almost too easy. Nobody caught on at all, I yanked back the fake card. Shoving it in my pocket.
They frantically moved around. At first I thought they wouldn't be able to do anything and I'd have to just actually rob the place. But to my surprise, one of them handed me the banks actual card with a 30 thousand limit.
They said the extra 5 grand was an apology. These fools had no idea they just lost 30 grand for no reason. I walked out with the card. Swearing to never return to this bank.
Once I was about three blocks away I let out my laughter. IDIOTS! It felt amazing to be able to manipulate people to do what I wish them to.
I already knew what I was using this money on.
Renovations, furniture and food. I'll be damned if I'm living in a dump.
And that's exactly what I did. I called a contractor with a payphone they settled on renovating the inside of the warehouse only for 7 grand. I specifically told them to leave the main area in the same condition but use the second floor to make those rooms into a livable space.
I wasn't let down either. But they wouldn't start until three days from now. Until then, I bought furniture, appliances, and things I'd need for my next plan. This warehouse was pretty much my layer at this point.
I delivered all my things to the warehouse in boxes by myself. It was hard but I wouldn't risk anyone seeing what I was doing. I put it all inside on the first floor. Then I noticed the blood on the floor still.
I decided I probably should clean that up. Which I did. It wasn't hard? I don't know why adults complain about chores so much. Expecially my own filthy good for nothing parents.
The next couple of days weren't bad, the people helping me out did a good job. The place looked abandoned on the outside still. The main warehouse on the inside was the same as well. But where is he staying was immaculate.
An actual room, kitchen, office, bathroom and my laundry room of course. I didn't bother with a living room. I didn't think I would need one yet. My notebook was placed on the desk in my office.
The check mark next to that bastards name in his own red blood. Glorious. I got food and ate in my own room. Sleeping in a warm bed. It all was going just fine. And I wouldnt let anyone take that away from me.