14
Fire
"We've got a crowd." The cops point their guns at us, I raise my hands above my head. Prying eyes turned to us, I should've been more careful.
"Well what would you expect, you blew up almost half of the city!"
"I regret nothing." I grin like a dog.
A pudgy police officer silenced us before roughly handling me, trapping my wrists in heavy silver handcuffs. We were told to remain silent. As I sat in the foul smelling police car, I beam at the officers inside with a smile. This was all for show, we've been caught by the public. Yet, I couldn't help the stretching of my lips.
I faced Stavros who sat at the back with ms. They think I set it on fire, little did they know...
I wasn't the one who set the building on fire.
"We're here. You remember the plan right?" Stavros asks for confirmation, I nod. "Good. Let's go." He makes a move to reach for the door handle but I stop him.
His brows knit in confusion, "We have to put on our thief masks!" I fish for the two bandit masks inside my small purse. "What do we need those for, pup?"
"I told you to stop calling me pup!" I hit his bicep. "And, we need these for protection. We can't let them see our faces, yes sir." I nod to myself.
I've been saving these for a while now. The moment I saw them on amazon, I knew I had to buy it. Impulsive buying, I know. But, they looked cool alright?
He dragged a hand up his face. "Elixir, we have our own gears we don't need—" I catch his head inside the mask. I giggle as I put on my own.
"Okay, let's go!" I struggle to get out of the car due to my full body leather suit sticking to the leather seats of Stavros' BMW. I sweep pieces of hair out of my face.
There it stood, Manhattan Detention Complex. I've never broke inside of a prison before, let alone walked inside one. For me to be standing right in front of it, left me flabbergasted. The skyscraper building resembled an old office, stained white and grey painted it whole. A woman talked animatedly in front of a cop.
"He's a rapist! He touched my hip! He did! You've got to believe me!" The woman cried. She looked as though she told the truth.
I've learned how to read emotions. One of the things my father taught me, always see through the eyes. The eyes can tell a story you can't say. And this woman... she wasn't honest.
"Hey, I didn't do anything! I just asked her if she dropped her wallet. I didn't touch he—"
"Shut up!" The burly cop harshly grabbed the man's arm, trapping his wrists in handcuffs.
I wince as he shoved the man to the ground. I'm no saint, yes. I've done things I'm not proud of. But, I will never tolerate racism. Especially, when I see it happening right in front of my eyes. The justice system turned a blind eye on the oppressed. People who sat at the top didn't care, they never did. They turned deaf at the cries of the people being killed. Being beaten to death. The starving children. They didn't care for anyone but themselves.
I take on step towards the scene, about to interfere but a hand took hold of my wrist. Stavros tugged me forward.
He leaned in, "We aren't gonna kill."
"You said you won't," I pull my wrist out of his hold. "I never said I wouldn't."
"You're so goddamn stubborn."
I glared at him as he reached for his phone, tapping on the screen a few times before bringing it up to his ear. His voice inaudible as I turn to the previous scene. Stavros' snaggee my wrist once more, averting my attention.
His green eyes hard as steel. "I'll deal with that." With a weary heart, I nod. "And,"
He bends his knees, his face now at eye level. Those green orbs distracted me. He hypnotised me. My heart pounds beneath my chest rapidly. He reached for my cheek, gliding down to my chin.
"Hey!" He pulls off my mask, tucking it in the pocket of his suit jacket.
A sharp gaze from him piped me down. "We won't be needing this." I sulked as we proceed inside the building.
My eyes wandered, I glance at him. Pouting my lips slightly, I fasten my pace. He's most likely annoyed with me, right now. I stilled as his fingers weaved through mine. He halts his steps, eyes peeked me over his shoulder. A brow raised at me before nodding his head over. I grin as he took a step forward.
Why am I smiling?
A tall police officer greets us at front. I took note of her slight bow to Stavros. Then, it clicked. She's one of us. The latter however, did anything but acknowledge her. He buzzed through the halls. While I looked like a lost child trailing behind him.
We pass by a paunchy old officer, "Sir!" he salutes. The same motion went on as we reach in front of a metal door.
He didn't lie when he said he owned the police.
"Whatever you see in here," He pupils quiver. "You don't have to fear, okay? I won't let you fear me. That's the last thing I want."
"I've seen worse, Stav. How bad could you be?"
His lips sealed into a thin line. Turning his back at me, rattling of keys echo within the dark hallway. A click of the door, he pushed it open.
I gasp at the sight before me. Stavros' demeanor changed. His brooding eyes fixed themselves on my speechless state. Taking long yet slow strides towards the restrained man, he circles around him. Tapping on his shoulders.
The rapist's breathing heaved, he frantically swung his head side to side. "W-who's there?"
In a rough manner, Stavros brought down his palms on his shoulders. "You forgot about me already?" He returns the question.
"P-please no more! Please—"
"No more?" He clicks his tongue. "But, don't you think this punishment is a bit minor for you? You raped a child. You fucking bastard, you deserve more than what I bestow upon you." He spat.
"It's not my fault, she tempt—"
I flinched as Stavros backhanded him. His eyes suddenly looked up at me. He nods his head to the side. My vision is filled with various types of materials they use for torture.
He wanted me to pick one. Fuck.
With quivering hands, I pull out the silver dagger from the hook. Steady steps to him. Once I've reached him, I hand him the weapon. A corner of his lips rose, a menacing glint in his smirk.
Holy fuck. That's kinda hot.