Red And Blue (Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska X OC)

Maniax

            Out by the docks, Harley leans up against the van's shiny black door. She sets one of her soles of her feet against it behind her, and pulls out a cigarette from her jacket pocket. She rests it in between her lips and lifts a lighter to the end of it. She flicks the metal cap open. The flame dances in the air fluidly, glowing a reddish orange color.

            She intensely stares at the fire placed before her. The spark reflecting in the black pupil of her eye. Without thinking, her other hand slowly puts itself directly in the blaze. She holds it there, waiting to feel a sharp burning pain, but nothing happens. Minutes go by. She takes her hand away from it and inserts the lighter back in her red coat pocket.

           The salty ocean breeze slaps her in the face, and blows strands of hair that escaped from her pigtails into her line of sight. She takes a puff off of the cigarette and examines her hand. No injury.

          Out of nowhere, the sounds of men shouting from the warehouse in front of her, fill her ears. She gets pulled out of her train of thought and laughs to herself.

          "Hey! Hey! Hurry up!" Bounces off the concrete walls. Greenwood and Aaron appear from the large run down building. Aaron has two men, one over both shoulder, unconscious. Greenwood has another, shuffling in front of him crying with a gun pointed at his head.

          "Harley you're supposed to have the car already started, so we can get out of here!" Greenwood scolds her. She just shrugs, taking another puff off of her cigarette. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

           "A lot more than you know...." She whispers back to herself with a smirk, avoiding eye contact with him, and looking at the ground instead.

           "What did you just say to me bitch? Did you just back talk me?" Greenwood grabs her shoulder, and yanks her to the ground off of the van. He opens the vehicle's door and shoves the man he had at gunpoint inside. Aaron sets the other two in after. Harley pushes herself up slightly upright, and touches the blood on her lip. Her expression changes from one of shock to one of rage.

           "Don't ever fucking touch me, you cannibalistic freak!" She jumps on her feet and screams in Greenwood's face. She glances back to the warehouse for a second, getting pulled out of her anger. "Where's Jerome and Dobkins?"

           "They're still trying to get the last three."

          "So you just left them in there?" She raises an eyebrow. He nods. She gives a frustrated sigh and grabs her baseball bat from the passenger seat. With an awful amount of irritation, she storms into the building leaving the other two without a word.

         "Help!" Is the first thing she hears upon entering the large depot. Luckily it didn't sound like it was Jerome or Dobkins, so it must be a hostage. She crouches down behind one of the large piles of crates placed about the area. Stealthily, she scans the area, waiting for a sign of somebody to show. Without warning, Dobkins leaps out from behind some wooden containers and shrieks at her.

         "Dobkins! What the hell! Calm down!" She whispers aggressively at him. Even after realizing it's her, he still trembles with fear, nervously biting his nails. He nods his head agreeing to be quiet. "Where's Jerome?" Despite him just complying to remaining silent, he yells again, and runs out the door to the van. "So much for an answer...." She sighs blandly to herself.

       "Help!" The same voice screams repeating itself, echoing over to her. Harley tightens her grip on her metal bat and rushes out into the open arena, bordered by boxes. Jerome can be seen holding a metal pipe by his side, standing over two unconscious men, out of breath. His dark expression immediately switches to a brighter, more cheerful one after looking up to see Harley a few feet in front of him.