Victim

|2| Burglary

Blaze Katz was an unusual person. From being dishonored by his family, to becoming a gang leader, his emotions were all over the place. Especially for the new kidnapped human being they captured just the other night. She was beautiful, he had to admit. But for her to think that he would kill her, was wrong. She looked at him from the outside and saw a monster. Maybe he was one. Who knew that much about him anyway? His door opened to see his girlfriend, Ramona in the entrance hall. "What are you doing here?" He asked, tying on his robe tightly. She chuckles and wraps her arms around him, tying the robe correctly.

"Can't I check on my boyfriend?" She asked seductively.

"You can, but not in the dead of night." Blaze replied harshly. He moved away from her cautiously and started for his door. But Ramona moved in front of him before he could make his move.

"Where are you going?" She drawled. He stood and pushed her away. "Blaze!" He scowled.

"Leave." He spoke. "Just leave." She pouted and got up, blocking his exit once again. "Ramona!"

"Yes, love?" He snarled and shoved her aside again and left the room. He sighed as he walked along the abandoned mansion. This is what his life has become. A gang leader, A thief. A kidnapper. His shoulders relaxed as he eyed the door. No locks have been picked nor anything else. He looked at the scratched-up paint that was once a beautiful white and was now a chipped brown. He opened the door to see the major's daughter chained to the wall. Her eyes were droopy and dull. He sighed and sat next to her.

"What are you doing here?" she spoke tiredly, slurring her words. He chuckled and leaned his head against the wall. "B-blaze." He looked at her dull eyes. Such full lips and lovely hair. He shook those thoughts out of his head and looked at her. The handcuffs were tight around her wrists. He sighed and pulled out the key from his pocket. He looked at her once more and put the key back. An idea came to him.

"Enjoy your luxury here Ms. Sinclair, You'll be doing us some good in a few hours." He left the room, eyes twinkling in devilish delight.

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Alexandria woke up on the cold damp floor, a young boy stood above her. "Are you alright Ma'am?" She groaned and stood up, the young man helping her in the process. She was handcuffed on her wrists and ankles. He was around fifteen, and very tall for his age.

"Yes, thank you, Mr.-?"

"Williams." He cut her off. she looked up.

"Excuse me?" He looked down at the ground.

"Williams, miss. Chester Williams." A warm smile crept onto her face.

"Pleased to meet you Chester. My name is Alexandria Sinclair." He smiled gently and then turned away from her, picking up a piece of paper in the process. "What is that?" She asked.

"The local paper." He responded with an undertone. "Still nothing." she looked at the crumpled paper.

"Chester, this was from two years ago." He looked at her in a questioning way.

"W-what do you mean?"

"I mean that you've been looking at the wrong paper. The newest paper is getting dropped off today. Tell me Chester, how long have you been staying here?" He looked at his feet.

"I-I can't remember. A few days? Right? I- I'm sixteen. And was with-" She looked at him sadly.

"Chester, you were ten when you got kidnapped?!" She exclaimed. He shrugged and walked away.

"Ms. Sinclair." The same voice spoke. "How are you?"

"Fine." She replied sternly. "What are you doing here?" She asked. Blaze chuckled and turned her around.

"You're going to do us some help. You know the museum?"

"Which one?"

"The one in Fresno. With the ancient artifacts? The one that your Father Sponsored?" She looked at her handcuffs.

"And what would happen if I don't agree to this?" She asked.

"Then I tell Daddy that you're six feet under." He spoke coldly. "So, what will it be?"

"I don't have a choice, do I?" She responded. "I'll give you directions, but I won't be involved in a crime."

"Good." He spoke. "Boys!" He yelled. two of the members came running.

"Yes Katz?" One asked.

"Get the car, let's say hi to Fresno." An evil grin came upon his face and Alexandria knew she was in for a heck of a ride.

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Alexandria sat in the backseat of a black van. She was still handcuffed on the wrists and ankles, but she was free to speak.

"Turn onto 1600." Alexandria spoke sourly. Blaze turned the minivan onto the correct road. The sharp turn caused Alexandria to hit her head on the window. They arrived at the museum.

"What's their security?" He turned around. "Ms. Sinclair!" He shouted.

"She's out cold. Got knocked out a few minutes ago." Said one of the men. Blaze scowled.

"Get her out of here Wolf." The tan eighteen year old grabbed her limp body and tossed her onto the ground. Blaze took a look at the young girl. "Ah, screw it." He got out of the car and cradled her in his arms. "Ms.- Dria." He asked. "Alex." She started to cough up blood. He sat her on his lap and patted her back. "You're alright."

"I guess this was a failed heist anyway."