Caution Death for bonnie and Clyde

[Laverna]

This tragic tale is a story of Vile’s Bonnie and Clyde.

A couple of bandits who thought they could steal the world—a girl who isn't afraid of dying and a boy who’s always by her side.

The roles are reversed, but it's the familiarity of Bonnie and Clyde. A couple of criminals and their glamorized crime spree across the united states of America. This story is not for the weak-minded, as real true life crimes of Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow inspire this.


June 9th, 2023: 6:34 am

Laverna smiled as she watched Devlin sleeping on the king-sized hotel bed. They were in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her long hair was dangling over her face as she watched him. The two troublemakers were on summer vacation.


Their fake IDs sat on their nightstand under the aliases of Bon Park and Chestnut Burrows—a newlywed couple spending their honeymoon in the city of sin.


Yesterday, they spent all day at the mob museum, a highly educational experience for the pair. Laverna had a habit of checking out any museums on the topic of crime, prisons, spies, and death. Devlin found quite a few of the displays on chemical warfare fascinating, as his medium is mad science. He’s the type of guy who should be working with the OSS, CIA, and FBI on how to tranquilize their targets without barbaric measures,


Laverna kisses Devlin's cheek. His unshaven stubble rubbed against her soft skin.

“Wake up, chestnut,” she commanded before playfully nibbling on his ear.


He laughed as this brought him out of his deep slumber. “Good morning, Bon Bon.” He answered as his eyes opened in the sun-filled room. He yawned as he rolled over with a bad idea in mind.


He pinned Laverna to the bed. Her tiny wrists perfectly fit in his moderately sized hands

He held her hands above her head as he observed her beauty.


“It’s time for your medication. Then we can get breakfast. Do you want room service or to go eat out?” He explained as he eagerly watched Laverna’s smug reaction to being restrained first thing in the morning.


“I hate my medication. Let’s go out today,” The dark-minded thief sarcastically answered as Devlin climbed out of bed to fetch the medical bag.


After a few hours and one pesky injection later;

Laverna and Devlin were exploring the city. Hand in hand, they walked as they eagerly eavesdropped on every conversation.


“Al Capone’s bulletproof car was so cool.” A man excitedly said to his wife


“It’s a shame, Bonnie and Clyde’s car didn't have a chance..” Replied the wife as they hurried down the street.


Laverna’s eyes lit up as she overheard the names of Bonnie and Clyde. She was working on her collection of stolen goods, and the death car would be the most treasured piece in her wicked little collection of death and torture devices throughout history.


Devin Crooks watched Laverna’s eyes light up with hellish delight. This facial expression doesn't scare him at all. “I know that look. You found a sweet treat you won't leave without.” whispered devlin into Laverna’s ear.


They spent the next few hours hunting down that piece of American history. Finally, they found it was not in the casino, that it was listed when they searched online. It was on another casino floor; Laverna imagined her car called black magic locked up on display in a casino if she died. Her name goes down in history. The concept of casinos owning infamous late criminals’ cars confused Laverna. Was her mother’s car on display in a museum? Laverna shook that messed-up idea out of her head. She wasn’t a Saylor anymore; she was a Heist, A subdivision of the sandiego legacy.


Laverna tilted her head sideways; She imagined the pain of being shot by a firing squad. Her body shivered as she bit her red-painted lip. Another part of her mind was formulating a plan to take this car home. It had no engine; It looked like something you bought off a police department auction lot. Now, she thought about it; The poor thing was bought from the police in Louisiana and it could certainly use a loving touch.


Devlin found himself observing a blue western shirt; The shirt was ripped up; as the last person to wear it was Clyde Barrow. Devlin noticed the shirt size was the same as the one on his back. Devlin looked down at his button-up shirt; it was surreal. It was the same color as Clyde's last taste in fashion.


His hands tugged down at the hem of the woven fabric as he faced deja vu. A feeling of nausea filled his stomach as the implications were evident. He wouldn't admit it to Laverna; his gut screamed not to steal that car.


Unlike Laverna, He didn't believe in ghosts, sixth sense, and fortune telling. Yet, he promised to start thinking about it; If history repeats itself.


Laverna felt the opposite; She felt this was an outrage, despicable and horrorific to make a cheesy tourist attraction out of the short lives.


She wanted to make the world pay for its crimes against the young lovers. She stomped her right foot angrily.

She would bring the legend of Bonnie and Clyde back to life.

She wanted to paint these states red as her plan was finalized.


Yet, stealing a car like this in a busy casino will not be an accessible fleet

 

[Laverna]

Laverna and Devlin felt quite cocky after stealing Bonnie and Clyde's death car from the buffalo bill hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada.


Laverna spent her time fitting the old car with a new engine. “Let’s bring this legend back to life.” She chuckled as she slipped under the hood of the v8 Ford, littered with bullet holes.


Devlin was happy to help the pintsized lawbreaker in her mechanical work.


Laverna didn’t care that she was ruining the car’s price of five million dollars. It was her belonging now, and she felt like the Underworld was smiling.


Devlin, on the other hand, was feeling a bit concerned as he could swear he could hear the phantom sounds of gunshots as Laverna wired up the car.


They were hiding out in Arcadia, Louisiana, USA, approximately 11.8 miles away from the town of Gibsland, where Bonnie and Clyde met their demise.


The one thing Devlin knew about Laverna; she wasn’t afraid of anything. The same dangerous, reckless, and criminal behavior that Bonnie and Clyde were infamous for.


He was the more stable of vile’s criminal lovebirds. His job was to keep Laverna alive and away from her many enemies who had a vendetta against her. He was considered her bodyguard despite only being five foot 6 inches tall. He was strong and displayed a sense of self-preservation that Laverna merely lacked on her own.


The press excitedly labeled Laverna and Devlin, the 21st-century Bonnie and Clyde. It thrilled Laverna to death, and for Devlin, it was a mediocre reaction.


And for Carmen Sandiego, it was as if three black crows hung on the telephone line outside the window she sat in front of as she read the newspaper detailing the infamous car’s disappearance made by her determined pupil. It was a bad omen; she could feel the hairs stand up on the back of her neck.



Laverna climbed out from under the hood. She was confident that she would be driving this thing for a ride very soon. A genuine smile tugged on her face as she wiped her grease-stained hands on the front of her black vest. “Well, does Devlin desire to ride this bad boy back to our hideout?” She asked, although she wasn’t expecting him to disagree.


“It's past midnight; Let's head out in the early daylight. We don't want to cause a stir after dark. We might find a couple of bandits who won't appreciate us.” A worried devlin explained calmly, not to anger his beloved.


She rolled her green eyes at his unusually cowardly response to her command disguised as a polite request to ride the car through Gibsland and out through Shreveport, Louisiana, and return home to their underground bunker in the Ozark mountain countryside in northwestern Arkansas


“We don't have time to wait like that; the police are already on our tails since we stole this car three days ago. We will land behind bars if we change the schedule I have created for us.”


“That’s a fourteen-hour drive. We gotta pedal to the medal.” She continued as she stepped behind the wheel. She sat in the place where another famous criminal died. Her hands were on the steering wheel of the eighty-nine-year-old getaway car.


“We should have waited eleven years. “. Devlin explained as he climbed into the passenger seat.


“So it will be exactly a hundred years and 12 days after their massacre?” Laverna gruffly said as she turned the makeshift key in the Initiation.

The replica engine bought from an acquaintance of Carmen Sandiego hummed to life.


Laverna could care less about the dirt, oil, and nearly century-old blood stains she was sitting in.

Devlin felt shivers down his spine as he closed the passenger side door.


It was June 12, 2023, at 12:58 am, as they set off onto Louisiana's roads; this was the state Laverna grew up in. Devlin noticed one thing; the car had no seatbelts as Ford started the addition of seatbelts in 1955 which is twenty years after this car’s manufacturing date. The inquisitive Devlin Crooks loved historical facts; however, at the moment, He’s stuck riding down dark country roads in a shattered car with holes that made a slice of Swiss cheese jealous. It's just that with Laverna, the daredevil behind the wheel, having no seatbelts is like being thrown around in the dryer on the fastest spin cycle. His redhead banged on the back of the seat as she skillfully Maneuvered In and out of obstacles.


His knuckles grabbed onto the leather seat beneath him as they drove into the night.

“Laverna, slow down.” He commanded as a deer jumped in front of their car.


Laverna skillfully skidded the car around the deer. “Ya know, We aren’t doing Bonnie and Clyde a favor by going slow, “ She answered as she looked in the rearview mirror.




Laverna turned her night vision contacts on, which allowed her to see perfectly in the dark.

Devlin couldn’t see a thing; Laverna’s night vision contacts gave her perfect vision allowing her to blaze down the road in Clyde Barrow’s signature style.


The hours went by quickly; Eventually; they arrived at Gibsland exhausted from nearly forty-eight hours without sleep


Laverna backed the car into a wide area of the woods for an hour or two of sleep.


The time was 4:01 am as Laverna rested her head in her partner in the crime’s lap. He kissed her forehead as the coyotes howled and the crickets chirped under the light of the waning crescent moon.


Devlin could barely make out the moon’s shape behind the tall trees they hid behind.


“A waning crescent moon, Laverna taught me that means ending.” He said as he watched the four-foot-eleven bandit sleep peacefully in his lap.


He decided to rest, too; The worst-case scenario in his position was not to protect Laverna from harm.

He set the alarm on his gray smartwatch for 6 am, and the couple dozed off briefly.


It was a disturbed sleep; they lived out of the car like its previous occupants. The sounds of their breathing filled the vehicle.


Laverna's snores comfort Devlin as he sleeps lightly; He knew Laverna wouldn't listen about what she dubbed his well-trained overprotective nature. His left hand was wrapped around her chest as they slept.


Her knees were pulled up in a defensive position. The girl whimpers from her nightmares. Devlin hugged her a little tighter as they rested.

She stirred a little as her leather boots kicked the seat


His hand rubs her side to soothe her as they sleep.


Beep, beep. The alarm went off, causing Devlin to stretch his arms and legs.


It was a bit startling; for a moment, he had forgotten he was in this situation with Laverna. He shook her awake. She rubbed her eyes as she adjusted to her surroundings.


She looked at Devlin and smiled. “Good morning, sugar.” She said, allowing the southern accent she usually disguised to come out for a rare moment


It wasn’t a typical Southern accent; it seemed mixed with several other accents.


“Morning, Vern,” Devlin said before stealing a kiss from Laverna.


Laverna closed her eyes and allowed herself to get carried away.


She didn’t want to break the kiss, yet it was time to get back on the road. However, it would be wise for them to waste their limited time.


Devlin tried to stall Laverna; he yanked her tie, causing her to fall off the seat into the floorboard.


She quickly recovered to her position and restarted the engine. She backed out of the woods and onto Highway 154, unaware her brother and the maniacal association of underhanded evil-doers, aka the mauve, were setting up their fun.


They wore vintage detective outfits and hid among the shrubbery and bushes. The six men held loaded automatic rifles and eagerly awaited Laverna's arrival.


It’s unknown who tipped Charles off; perhaps he knew his twin sister better than she knew herself.

Maybe; the knowledge of history repeating itself brought out the gang to end the spree of a cocky eighteen-year-old girl who enjoyed the Adrenaline high from her life of crime.


Her twin brother didn't care that another person would be annihilated in this firing squad. He loved the smell of gunpowder and the smoke his pistol. More than he cared about protecting innocent bystanders.


He was already licking his lips in anticipation; the girl survived his last assassin attempt. How can she survive what the legendary Bonnie and Clyde couldn’t? Only a true goddess of thieves will escape this vendetta.


Laverna smiled softly as the sun rose overhead. Her eyes adjusted to the natural light as she slipped a peppermint into her mouth.


It wasn’t long until the car rolled into the area.

A shot went off, alerting Laverna to the danger.

She tried to exit the car only to find the doors wouldn’t open; This caused her to panic.


Her brother walked over and pointed an automatic rifle in her face. There was a sinister look on his face as he yelled at his men to fire.


It wasn’t long, yet it felt like forever as the bullets burned through Devlin and Laverna’s flesh.

The silence as Laverna and Devlin fade out of consciousness.


Time of death: June 12th 2023 6:34 am


The fog rolled in and the car vanished.


A poem was left

The trails end by bonnie parker

‘Someday they will go down together

They will bury them side by side

For a few, it was grief

For the law, a relief

But it’s death for Bonnie and Clyde ‘


It was signed with the initials c.s

 

[Jade]

The trails end by bonnie parker

‘Someday they will go down together

They will bury them side by side

For a few, it was grief

For the law, a relief

But it’s death for Bonnie and Clyde ‘

That part of the poem reminds me of the 1968 film that stars Faye Dunnaway as Bonnie and Warren Betty as Clyde in the scene where Bonnie wrote her last poem [The Story of Bonnie and Clyde] before her and Clyde's death on May 23, 1934, outside of Arcadia, Louisiana, USA and the rest of the story well the answer lies on wikipedia.org. (Hey, I don't own the facts, the movie [Bonnie and Clyde] or the website [wikipedia.org] whatsoever, Laverna.

 

[Laverna]

That part of the poem reminds me of the 1968 film that stars Faye Dunnaway as Bonnie and Warren Betty as Clyde in the scene where Bonnie wrote her last poem [The Story of Bonnie and Clyde] before her and Clyde's death on May 23, 1934, outside of Arcadia, Louisiana, USA and the rest of the story well the answer lies on wikipedia.org. (Hey, I don't own the facts, the movie [Bonnie and Clyde] or the website [wikipedia.org] whatsoever, Laverna.

Ooc: jade, I live 45 minutes away from where the posse ambushed Bonnie and Clyde irl. I grew up on hearing their stories as clyde is allegedly my cousin my dad’s side I been researching their history all week.

I been reading Bonnie Parker’s sister Billie diary on the events

my grandpa’s boss personally went to school with Clyde barrow

Sorry, I’m a bit protective of my family

 

[Jade]

Ooc: jade, I live 45 minutes away from where the posse ambushed Bonnie and Clyde irl. I grew up on hearing their stories as clyde is allegedly my cousin my dad’s side I been researching their history all week.

I been reading Bonnie Parker’s sister Billie diary on the events

my grandpa’s boss personally went to school with Clyde barrow

Sorry, I’m a bit protective of my family

Oh fudge, I didn't know about this until you told me, thanks for the info, Laverna! I bet you and your family use a genealogy website, right?

 

[Laverna]

Oh fudge, I didn't know about this until you told me, thanks for the info, Laverna! I bet you and your family use a genealogy website, right?

Tbh I want to do a dna test to confirm it or not one day. I haven’t used a website to track anything

 

[Tenchi Masaki]

Maybe you should

 

[Jade]

Tbh I want to do a dna test to confirm it or not one day. I haven’t used a website to track anything

Maybe you should

Tenchi's right, Laverna, I remember my father did use genealogy.com and no, I have no famous person in my family tree.