Partners in crime have been a thing for a while now, everyone knows Bonnie and Clyde's story.

But, you had to admit that a polyamorous, lesbian relationship committing crimes together was pretty out of the ordinary.

And, somehow, you are part of one.

You and your girlfriends, Ellie Williams and Abby Anderson, have been in a relationship for a couple years now.

One thing led to another, and now you are one of the most wanted criminals in the country. Serial killers, to be exact.

No one knows about your identity, the police is constantly racking their brains to figure out, at least, a hint about you and your girlfriends' identities. But, they haven't been successful.

Usually, Abby would do the physical work; the killing, her muscles are not for show whatsoever, she's scarily strong. Ellie would join in the killing sometimes, only using guns and knives, but her thing was mostly the planning behind it. And you were there to help them in whatever they needed, which wasn't much, as they loved doing everything for you, not wanting you to get your hands dirty.

What a funny contrast.

It's almost comical how your girlfriends are the definition of brains and brawn. And you're the glue that keeps them together.

Sure, they might be cold blooded killers, but there's nothing these girls wouldn't do for you. They would lose their utter shit if you weren't around.

"That fucker was stronger than I thought," Abby said, still wiping blood off of her hands with her (just as bloody) shirt she had taken off, sitting on the passenger seat.

You drove away from the crime scene, and even further away from where the guy's body had been discarded; a random ditch out of town.

"Told you so," Ellie chimed in from the backseat, laying down as she read some comic book, so nonchalant about it all that it was almost unbelievable.