"Quick, get up" the hoarse voice whispered as he tried to pull his companion up with him. They already winced as the noise of the grapple hook striking against the roof. Having climbed up they already had planned in their heads the next steps.
"God, I'm glad they don't patrol the roof as well" the new companion wheezed as he rolled over onto his back heaving from lifting himself onto the roof. They had memorized the patrol routes and everyone would only do so on the grounds. They were both surprised at the small loophole but it was pretty easy to guess that you had to sneak past them before you could clamber above their sight. So they had disguises. It had gone pretty smoothly so they obviously would go to the next stage of the plan.
"Did you bring the sack?" Said one of the goons, cooling the grapple hook and rope around his shoulder. His partner patted the tied hessian sack around his inside body with a smile.
"It's all good, grab the boy and shove him into the cleaning cart and we'll be on our way in no time." They could only grin stupidly at the task they were given by their boss. Grab the boy as a hostage and get out quickly. But seeing how easy it was to get in they could already guess it would be an easy job this time.
"Alright his bedroom should be below us. I'll set the rope and you grab him." The man rummaged around in his pocket and pulled out a thick rag. The smell coming off it was quite pungent and it didn't take much for his partner to guess.
"If he struggled, knock out with this" the man gestured at his partner, who snatched it from his hands.
"I don't know man, it's not like the movies" the fatter one said scratching his head but he still pocketed the rag in his trousers.
"Shut up. The quicker we get this done, the less we get shot." The goon said as he wedged the grappling hook between two air ducts to.secure.the rope. The fatter one gulped but still took the rope and slid down just above the edge of the window sill. Although it was dark he could easily see a form sleeping in its bed, the rise and fall of the blankets made it quite obvious. Pulling out a small wire the fat goon lifted the latch holding the window and pushed it inwards. He was happy the hinges were well oiled as it didn't make a sound and swung himself in.
The noise of his landing made him stop as he watched carefully. The sleeping boy stopped for a second before going back to snoring. The fat goon breathed a sigh of relief as he took out the sack from his body. Approaching the bed he grabbed the boy roughly. Of course the struggle woke him up immediately.
"Hey, hey, hey. Who the fuck are you? Fuck off" the boy started struggling fiercely tempting the fat goon to hit him. Thinking back to the rag he tried to pull it out as he kept the boy at bay with one hand and kept his noises to a minimum. He didn't want the guards to barge in.
"Shut up you little shut and stay quiet" the fat goon said throwing a punch and dazing the boy. Seeing his chance the fat goon stuffed the boy roughly in the sack. Although he struggled the sack was already tied tight so the bag only rolled around from the boy's struggle.
"Blasted kid" the goon swore as he swung the bag over his shoulder much like holding a bag of wheat. The fat goon walked over to the window and gave the rope a tug.
"Give me a lift mate" the fat goon said but as he pulled the rope it came clear from the roof and dropped to the ground. The fat goon almost wanted to start swearing until he heard a strangled gasp above him. Peering out the window the fat goon tried to talk in a loud whisper.
"You ok bud?" He asked. Then the sight of his partner over the side of the building made him sigh in relief. Until he plunged to the pavement head first. The fat goon was in disbelief as he watched his supposed workmate nosedive into the concrete with a sickening crunch. At this point he almost shat himself.
"Don't panic Ben, don't panic" he whispered to himself over again as he started to panic. He was caught in the middle of a hornets nest and he would be likely to see the night end. As he was thinking a shadow swiftly swung down and vaulted at him, legs raised and kicking him down. The fat goon dropped his prized possession and was on the floor, kissing the floorboards.
"Who the fuck did that" the fat goon growled with bloodshot eyes. His rage didn't last for long however a sa foot crushed his head right back to the floor. Its weight was incredibly oppressive and he sweated under it. It felt much like when he was facing the boss the pressure was so intense.
Trying to peek at his assailant, the sight gave him a shock. It was a young girl, obviously in her teens that was crushing him as if he was nothing but a nuisance. However what made him shudder was the look of absolute joy she had plastered on her face standing over him. That...that was the face of a true sadist. In fear he struggled to get out of his predicament. But who knew this would annoy the girl as she grasped a steely hand around his neck, locking and choking him in a vice-like grip.
"I'll talk...I'll talk. You want to know who sent us right?" The fat goon sweated as the grip began crushing his neck as he tried to struggle but he only ended up flailing on the ground like a beached fish. The air was beginning to thin as his eyes bulged out from the lack of oxygen. Seeing him breathe his last the girl tugged at the head with extreme force. The head gave way, taking a little of the spine with it as well, the neck stump sloshed blood everywhere covering quite thickly and flooding the ground.
The hessian sack that had been thrown to the side struggled again and managed to pry open the knot at the top. The boy popped his head out and heaved a gulp of air happy to free. However he froze at the sight of the girl standing over the dead goon, the man's head firmly in her grasp. Seeing he had broken free the girl smiled at the boy causing him to shudder. The girl looked lost in thought for a moment before bidding to himself, and so with an underarm throw she tossed the head straight to him. It landed in his lap with accuracy as the fat goon was still in shock and disbelief at his death. The boy could swear that he saw the eye twitch on the head as if it had not given up breathing its last. Looking up the girl had already made her disappearance leaving the boy alone in the room with a dead body and head on his lap. Of course he panicked and rushed out of the room, alerting the guards outside his room.
Of course the guards panicked at seeing the young master covered in blood and rushed into the room, guns out. The room was eerily quiet as aside from the decapitated corpse there was nothing in the room. The young master wasn't much help as babbled about being kidnapped and being covered in blood. It wasn't a long decision that they sent the master away to be cleaned up and be put in a more secure room. They cleaned the room up and decided to drop the body outside so the cleaners can pick it up easier, and so unceremoniously turned the fat body out of the window sill. Crushing the other accomplice underneath him.
From a distance away in a tree, the girl giggled as she watched the aftermath. The sound of it was much like silver bells chiming together but she couldn't tell and just enjoyed the scene. She knew she would be in trouble with her father, and her father could probably guess why she would scare his son and her half brother so badly. It was in her nature to be vindictive to others who treated her badly. Ever since her teacher passed away, no one came close to matching her skills in combat.
Seeing it was late, Fila made her way back to the little shack. Stripping herself of her work clothes and washed the blood away under the outside shower. Coming in dripping wet with her second shower of the day, Fila grabbed her used towel and dried herself all over again. Except this time instead of donning a uniform she wore a pair of faded Panama's. The ends were quite short in the leg and arm areas but she loved it to pieces. It was one of the few gifts she had left from her mother before her passing. In fact she could remember when she first wore it that they had bought it several sizes too big, her mother joked and said "Don't worry you'll grow into it."
Tucking herself into bed she dreams of her mother again.