The morning slips by and I hardly have any time to reconsider what Hades and I are doing.
I don't let myself dwell on the harsh reality that we're leaving without telling or even saying goodbye to anyone.
I can't think about it—if I think about it I'll have second thoughts.
We leave through the emergency exit undetected. I panic, frantically checking over my shoulder and scanning the faces of people who may recognize us.
Hades on the other hand is calm, like it's just any other day.
He looks like he doesn't have a care in the world—It's probably because he doesn't.
"Hey," he says, leaning down to talk to me. "You're good, yeah?"
"Yes." I try to say confidently.
"We gotta get a new car so it's untraceable." He tells me.
By now, we're a few blocks away from his apartment building.
A man with shabby grey hair and a butchered beard is standing on the roof of a car, singing opera while clutching a bottle of beer like it's a microphone.
He sees Hades and I and stops abruptly, scampering onto the ground like he's been burned.
"What ya lookin' at?" He yells, smashing the bottle on the ground and causing the brown liquid to spill on the hot concrete.
"I want your car." Hades says easily.
"I SAID—what?" The man splutters. "This old girl?" He juts a skinny thumb towards his vehicle.
It's a million miles away from Hades' fancy car. This car is old with peeling blue paint and dusty windows.
"Yeah," Hades shrugs. "I want it."
The man blinks a few times.
"How much you want for it?" He asks.
"I should be paying you to take it," The man mutters. "But if you're being serious, I'll say a hundred."
"A hundred grand?"
"No, one hundred, one, zero, zero." The man huffs, straightening his tattered clothes.
"That's it?" Hades raises an eyebrow.
"Yesserie Bob."
Hades reaches into his jacket and pulls out a checkbook. He writes "1,000,000" in neat little numbers before glancing at the man.
"Take it." He demands.
"This is too much!" The man gasps.
"Take it and put in your details."
"This...is it Christmas already?" He weeps. "Oh thank you, kind sir!"
The man propels himself at Hades, hugging him tightly.
Hades awkwardly pats his back while the man sobs, the paper quivering in his dirty hand.
"I can make my own opera stage!" He cries. "Then all them fools who said I'd never make it can eat shit!"
"You do that, man."
"You and ya lady friend will get free tickets to every show!"
"Alright."
"That's right folks! Stanley is making it big time baby!" Stanley then starts galloping down the street. "Out the way idiot! Imma famous opera singer!"
Hades and I exchange a glance, his lips twitching into a smirk.
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The Lonely Hearts Club
RomanceHaunted by memories of her past, Bree has hidden herself away from society. Plagued with horrifying nightmares both in sleep and reality-she cannot do it anymore. Hades, a ruthless fighter and charming security guard is instructed to look after her...
