"But we're kids!"
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Amber never liked being home. Her mother's disappointment at this tore at her heart, but she couldn't hold back the amazed smile when one of her friends invited her to tag along after school, and this afternoon was no different. She wouldn't wish to be anywhere else but sitting cross-legged on the cold floor, patiently waiting for her friends to finish playing the card game no one had been able to explain to her. Even as her legs began to stiffen, she didn't mind at all.
"Are you cheating?" Teresa skeptically eyed Hawk over her hand of cards.
"Are you losing?" he quipped back. He was winning again, which meant that Noah was bitterly sulking in the corner.
They were in an off-limit room on Farm Station designed for cultivating fungi, and the metal racks stacked with pots of pale mushrooms cast eerie shadows. It was certainly not a place meant for a group of young teens to hang out, but falling into giddy whispers whenever they heard footsteps behind the door was why they liked it. No one ever came in there after twelve o'clock anyway, the thrill of doing something they weren't supposed to came without much risk of consequences.
"Oh, come on," Teresa groaned when Hawk turned around a card from his hand, revealing the queen of diamonds.
"Looks like I win," he mused with exaggerated arrogance. "Again."
"You're so annoying," she laughed and threw her cards at him. Hawk hushed her smugly.
"Are you done with this stupid game yet?" Noah complained.
"Wait, I think I understand the rules now," Amber said and scooted closer to the pool of cards on the floor.
"Yeah, I'm sick of it too," Teresa agreed with Noah, and stood up with finality.
Hawk didn't try to hide his triumphant grin as scooped up the cards. His hands were quick and swift, professionally putting them back into their box with ease. The fact that he cheated was an open secret and every game had become more about catching him in the act than winning for the others, but so far no one had succeeded.
"Keep dreaming and maybe you'll beat me one day," he said, satisfied with himself, and stood up.
"Winning a game of cards isn't impressive, Hawk," Noah scoffed dismissively. He had taken the uncaring stance of leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
"Sure, but winning multiple games in a row is," Amber corrected.
"Well, I might have something that will change your mind, then." Devious glee formed on Noah's face.
"What is it?" Teresa eagerly jumped over to his corner.
Amber stood up to join them.
"I don't know if you deserve to know," he gibed.
"Come on, Noah," Teresa urged. "Tell us."
"What do you have?" Amber agreed. They all knew they needed to show him their enthusiastic attention.
Satisfied, he reached into a shelf cluttered with empty pots and probed around. The dim fluorescent lights cast shadows too dark to tell what he was doing. When he found what he was looking for he paused, teased everyone with a mischievous raise of his eyebrows, and pulled his arm out, revealing a handgun firmly gripped between his fingers.
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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 | the 100
Fanfiction"I happen to like killers." "Too bad, I happen to hate arsonists." ˚₊ ✭ ｡ﾟ ☆ ･ ✭ ° ‧ ✩ * ₊ ‧ Amber Hale's habit to stay in the shadows becomes a challenge when she's sent down to Earth with 99 other crimina...
