My Savior (old version!!!)

Chapter One

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After hearing my father talk with his men about Vander, the man who runs The Lanes, and his four children, I already know that they were the ones responsible for the recent commotion Topside. I have to do something about it, that much is evident. About an hour ago, I had come up with one option on how to do that; turn myself in and claim to be one of the people who got away. Since then, I have come up with another plan that I know will probably play out better than the first.

I had gone over the first one multiple times in my head when I came up with it. There are both pros and cons, but the main con just didn't seem doable to me. If I turn myself in, the obvious con is that I would be locked away in Stillwater for God knows how long, and for doing absolutely nothing. But, in the process, I would be removing a target placed on Vander's back.

Now, this new plan of mine is less miserable for me, at least I think it will be. It is pretty risky, but that is if my dad finds out. But hey, high risk, high reward, right? I really don't want to place myself in a cell to rot for the rest of my life, that just sounds like hell to me. Selfish? Pshh, sure. Now, all I need to do is put this new foolproof plan into action. I think I have just the perfect way to do that.

Running from rooftop to rooftop is like second nature as I make my way towards the pawnshop Vander and his kids frequent often.

Now- I know you'll say that's a bit stalker-ish, but I promise that the only reason I know is that I, too, go there often. I have yet to actually meet any of them, and I'd actually like to keep it that way. If I were to befriend them and they later find out I'm the beloved daughter of THE Silco, I'm sure all hell would break loose. I'd rather not, thanks though!

I ready myself for the jump, and hop off the roof, landing perfectly on my feet below. I make sure to pull my hood up over my head, not enough to cover my face and make it overly suspicious, but just enough to cover my hair and ears. It's well known around The Lanes that Silco has a daughter with sharp-tipped ears and long blonde hair, which is courtesy of my mother and very recognizable. There might be a wide variety of species here in the underground, but it's rather rare to see an elf breed anywhere that's not prissy and flooded with riches.

It's partly the reason why I like to spend my time alone. I don't want to be taken as a misplaced Pilty while in actuality this slump is my home. I don't want it to affect the way people see me, which is why I have taken to just remaining completely out of the public eye. Keeping my hair and ears hidden is enough in the pawnshop.

I try my best to be casual as I step through the door, I nod kindly to the owner, who I've become a bit familiar with on my trips here, and make my way to the back room where I usually get my stuff from. It holds the more valuable items that only a select few are allowed to buy. Benzo knows that I can afford the shit in here, so he lets me be one of those people.

As soon as I enter the room, I start my search.

I remember about a week ago when I came to get supplies for a project I'm working on, I was walking to the back when Grayson (a female enforcer who I'm pretty sure is like a chief or something) was just leaving the backroom following after Vander with an annoyed look on her face. It was blatantly obvious that they had gotten into an argument.

But just as I was entering the room, I saw a fancy-looking cylinder in the middle of the floor. It was clearly Grayson's, the gold and blue metal was unmistakable. On it, there was a note carved with instructions. It was a letter carrier that went directly to the police when you follow the directions. I didn't think much of it at the time so I just threw it somewhere random and began my search for a specific kind of circuit board.