"What?" She exclaimed at me.
I looked at her with a nonchalant and bored expression as I crossed my arms before my chest. She's flabbergasted by the words that came out of my mouth. Well, it's not like I did not mean any of it. Perhaps, I uttered it half-meant other than full humour. "You heard me right, Dyana." I have no intention of repeating myself to her, given that my stomach is already grumbling in hunger. "I am starving. Are you?"
"Yes." She hesitantly said. I could literally tell that she's confused of me, though I can't blame her.
For a moment or two, we stayed silent inside the car, being cautious of our surrounding. Knowing that the drones may appear anytime and anywhere. Even though it would not be a problem at all, however, it is still good to be cautious of them. I can't afford to be seen in public carelessly from now on, since they have already taken a look at my face before time my disguise with a mask. Surely, my aunt would not be happy of this. We've stayed lowkey for more than a decade, considering that the enemies that are hunting us, still continues to look for us. And, they might be lurking around here, whether physically or by connection. If they happen to find us, it would be a great danger for us.
"Hey, what's your name?" Dyana asked, breaking the silence between us.
"Sarah." I coldly snapped. I am not usually cold with people. It is just that my mood changes when I am starving, let alone thirsty and tired.
"Thank you for saving me, Sarah." I looked at her and she's fidgeting with her fingers, looking down at them. She must be feeling embarrassed. "But, why did you save me? You could have left me there, given that I have not acted quite well towards you."
"You were rude, yes. However, I have seen how the constables treated you. And, what you said kept me doubtful. Why do they kill prisoners?" I let out a deep breath and held my stomach as it grumbled, once again. "Yolla, speed up a little bit." I demanded Yolla, to which she responded by speeding up the car's acceleration.
"Simple, they kill prisoners because they do not want them to lurk around. The government does not believe that anyone is capable of changing. Especially those who go against the law. 'Once a criminal, always a criminal.' That is what they believe." Dyana looked at me straight in the eyes in a questioning manner. "You do not really have any idea about the darkside of the government, do you?" I shook my head in response to her query. She's right. I have no idea of what's going on in and out of the government. Merely because I do not care about everyone else's business as long as they do not mingle with me and my aunt. "They are ruthless, Sarah. They are having everyone under control, have all of us played around their palms." She added.
"That's awful, however, I don't really care as long as my aunt and I can live in peace, I couldn't care less of anyone else's business. Only if they mess with us, then shall I care." I smiled at Dyana who shot me a ridiculous look. I can tell that she does not approve of my words, but then our safety comes first amongst all. "Stop looking at me like that." I glared at her, as I stretched my arms at the backseat where the grocery bags were placed. When I reached for the first bag, I grabbed it and placed it over my lap, scanning for anything to eat. "So, what now?" I asked her, to which she responded with squinted eyes and joint eyebrows. Extremely baffled.
"What do you mean?" She inquired.
"What's your plan now? I'll throw you out of the car if you snap me with another question." I warned her, as I smiled to myself in relief when I found a fairly sized pack of baguettes. I took it out of the grocery bag, placed the grocery bag back at its earlier place, and opened the pack of baguettes. There were three pieces of baguettes in the pack, and so I took a piece and offered Dyana a piece, as well. "Take one and eat." It was more of a command, rather than an offer.
Dyana took a piece and smiled at me, shyly. "Thanks." I did not say anything, rather placed the remaining baguette back in the grocery bag. "Can you really kill him?" She asked before taking a bite of the bread.
I nearly got choked by the bread that I was munching as to ease the famish I felt. What she asked took me by surprise and extreme humour. I coughed. "Pardon me." I waited for a moment until I was finally able to swallow and empty my mouth. "Dyana, do you think I am a murderer?" I asked her, smiling all jokingly, trying to compose myself from laughing out loud, because of her reaction. She has that kind of reaction, where her eyebrows raised upto her forehead, her pair of black eyes widened to an extent, and lip parted as her jaw dropped open.
She blinked a couple times, trying to pull herself together. "No, of course not. I simply thought you were serious about what you said earlier."
Dyana's an interesting woman. She entertains me in a way that I find it fun messing with her. "I was dead serious." I said, seriously. "Pfft, you could have seen your face, Dyana." I laughed out loud at her. While, she let out a low giggling sound, and eventually laughed with me. "You really wanted him dead?" My tone changed from playful to serious, interjecting our laughter.
"Yes, I want him dead. He deserves it for what he has done to me and to my father. I know, it might be cruel of me to say, but surely the jury will only take his side, given that he knows exactly how to escape from any threat. Let alone, will justice be served on him by the hands of the menace constables, then I shall rather deliver the justice on him with my own hands." Dyana clenched her fists, looking forward in a fierce manner. I could feel how agitated she is by how she acts.
"I can kill him, yes. But, it will not be free." I don't think I can kill anyone by simply hearing solely one side of the story, and I don't plan to do it now. However, Dyana could be a great help for our Hudson hunting.
She looked at me with high hopes in her eyes, whilst her hands clasped in front of her. "What could it be?" She asked.
"Begone."