"Ace Wood?" I echoed
I was familiar with the Wood family, everyone was. They were this super high class family that were pretty famous; like the rulers of all hybrids or something.
"Yup.. Heard of me?" He smirked. I hit his arm lightly in response. "Only briefly, you're Christopher's son, right?" I guessed.
He was the most well-known Wood member. He did a lot for his community, but nothing for ours.
"Ah, yes, you know of him?" He cocked a brow and looked down to me. He wasn't much taller than me, but it still made a difference.
"I do, I heard he's quite powerful. But, so is my mother! Ever heard of Evo Verlice?" I crossed my arms, knowing that his family and my family had a sort of history. He froze for a moment, eyes wide open until he regathered himself. "Oh.. you're her daughter?" He hesitantly asked, afraid of saying something wrong. I laughed a bit. "Of course!"
"Such a shame they had such an unfit daughter," he circled back to the previous conversation. I rolled my eyes, now standing properly after having caught my breath.
"It only took me 10 minutes," I defended, crossing my arms and leaning on my left leg. He chuckled, his pointed ears peeking up every so slightly. Well then, he was enjoying himself.
I looked around at where we were, and came to an awful realisation.
We were in the worst town imaginable.
This town was known as the "Danger Zone". The crime rates around here were crazy, and kept growing by the hour. I felt a wave of realisation hit me, before returning my gaze to Ace.
"I don't know if you're aware, but we are now in the Danger Zone.. I think we should keep a low profile around these parts," I advised. He hummed in response, putting his two arms behind his back and taking the lead. I followed after him hesitantly.
Believe it or not, I'd never had the desire to kill. Or be in danger. It just, wasn't something I had inherited from my parents.
My dad and I were more similar, but I hated it. He had major lash outs. He wouldn't do anything to me, but he'd go on long rants about women or "the wretched gays" or something like that. I had to suck it all up. The only reason we were similar was because we weren't power hungry, we didn't lack empathy, and we reacted with our emotions more than with logic.
My mother was all strategy. To an extent, I admired her for it? But I also hated her for treating me like a pest. She LOVED having control over people, so having kids was perfect for her.
"Tricky..? Why aren't you answering me?" He pestered, coming to a halt in a random alleyway. I snapped out of my thoughts.
"Sorry, got carried away thinking about somethin'.." I excused, fiddling with my thumbs while practically burning the cement beneath my feet with my intense glare.
He smirked.
"Oh my, is the famous crime lady's daughter NERVOUS about being in the DANGER ZONE?" He teased, yelling some of the words louder than I would've liked.
I simply huffed and walked passed him, causing him to giggle and follow me closely behind.
"May I ask you questions?" He asked innocently.
"No."
"Why?"
"Why do you want to ask me questions?" I bounced the question back to him. He just stared at me for a few seconds.
"I'm.. curious?" He explained, but it sounded more like a question at the end. My eyebrows furrowed, skeptical.
I found myself glancing everywhere except for his face. The stone broken walls, the cold and littered concrete beneath me, the dull, slightly red tinted sky, crows resting or dying on wires, anything.
"Look at me," he ordered. I looked back in his direction.
"Listen, there is nothing interesting about me. My mother and brother are more interesting than me, and know more about crime. I'd prefer to not go into detail about my family, thanks," I replied, blandly. He seemed to have received the message, slowly nodding as he continued down the alleyway.
I suddenly felt bad.
"You dumb fuck, why would you say all that? Just say no, don't spill all your emotions onto him, you'll scare him away."
My mind went crazy, overthinking everything.
"Hey! Hey, I'm sorry uhm.. I just- don't like being interrogated.. brings back memories of the police questioning me.. Y'know? Hah.. I'm sorry I-" I stuttered, he hushed me with a "sh" sound. I raised my eyebrow.
"It's honestly fine, I don't care," he assured, turning around again.
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I. Hate. Walking.
This town was so huge, and for what? Not like it was the type of place for tourists to enjoy a good 'ol walk. It was a pure crime paradise.
We started walking along a wall, avoiding being in sight of any of the barbarians living in the hellhole.
"Sooo... Nice accent..?" He complimented, pathetically. We had been silent for a while at that point, as we needed to be quiet; so he whispered the sentence.
I returned a whisper.
"Thanks.. it's Irish. Yours?" I awkwardly smiled, still listening for any footsteps that could've potentially came to our direction.
"British," he confirmed, closing his eyes and smiling a bit. As if we weren't already meant to hate each other enough. He opened one eye, examining my reaction, I snarled.
"Ew, Brit," I teased. His light eyes flew open as his eyebrows furrowed, his head was now fully facing me. I chuckled, putting the back of my hand to my mouth in a sad attempt to muffle the giggles. "I'm teasing, I'm teasing! It's a history joke, dumbass."
Minutes became hours, my feet carrying me, and him barely keeping up. Not that I was going to judge him, I was almost dead a few hours prior because we ran for 3 minutes straight.
We came across a bench and quickly took the opportunity to rest our legs, I threw my head back, taking in the fresh air and newly found relaxation. He was doing the same as me.
He turned his head to face mine.
"Why am I here, again?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
What was I gonna do with him.
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Tricky to Decypher
Fantasy"Tricky" was born into a dangerous family in a fantasy paradise. She had been working for her parents ever since she was involved in a painful attack from an angry outsider in debt. Everyone in their family had a role to play, including her; she was...
