Sedulous | pjo - a. chase x fem o.c

| Chpt 1:2 |

The sky was a pale light blue with clouds adoring the sky. A slight breeze could be felt as we continued our way. The summer weather was beautiful, I could almost forget all my worries. I took a large breath of the clear air letting it rest into my lungs. I was thankful I wasn't breathing in the polluted Chicago air now. The thought of Chicago brought me a pang of nostalgia and sadness followed by burning rage that settled in my stomach. I couldn't help but think of everything I had left behind. It has only been a few moths since I had left, but everything was so drastically different and unorthodox than before. My life quickly turned upside down since that night. After what happened I just kept running until I had nothing left in me. I didn't get very far, as the events that happened quickly came with the realization. After I ran blindly I had ended up at the bosses 'house'.

~~~~~~~

I knocked on the metal door three times followed by a quick drum of my knuckles on it, then looking at the slit above. The slit slid open quickly with a 'shink' noise with icy blue eyes peering narrowly through the open space, before quickly switching to an emotion of recognition with worry being evident in his eyes. The door opened quickly and closed with a sudden bang. The man who had hastily brought me in was the boss himself. He was a tall young man standing around a solid 6'2. He came from European descent with pale skin and disturbingly light blue eyes that looked like ice. His stature was built and muscular, giving him an aura of importance and danger. He had a buzzed head with blond hair, a chiseled jawline and a scar reaching the left side of his neck down to the top of his chest. His eyes were always narrowed, settled with an icy glare that would make anyone shrink in fear. His eyes only softened when speaking to me. There was something different about him tonight, his usual nonchalant and serious attitude was replaced with one of uneasiness and nervousness. He was unnaturally on edge about something.

"Mariposa, what happened?" he questioned, his Russian accent was evident when he spoke.

He always spoke straight to the point, it had always bothered me before as he never asked how my day was and never had time for small talk, but tonight I was ever so grateful for his bluntness.

I couldn't speak, as the simple question arose, everything from tonight had started to rush down on me in realization. I fell to my knees and started to weep uncontrollably. My heart wrenched in pain as the memories of my mother flowed through me. I looked down at my hands and could see my mother's blood on them. I hadn't realized I was covered in blood until now. I couldn't breathe once again and I choked on air as my thoughts started to spiral. My mother was dead, and I didn't do anything about it. I let her die. I didn't do everything I could to help. I was the reason she died. If only I had been earlier, if only-

I felt a steady and strong hand on my back that brought me back to my senses and grounded me. I looked up and saw the light blue eyes of the boss. I couldn't hold it in anymore and sobbed as I explained everything that had happened, including my Mom's last wish for me to go to New York and find my biological Father.

--------------

It had been a week since my Mother's death. I felt numb and empty, a shell of myself as I moved along throughout the days. I stayed in the extra room in the bosses 'house' which was actually the hideout where him and his people stayed and operate. I only stayed in the room not eating or sleeping as the days passed without thought. I would only respond to the boss and no one else. The members that I had quickly become aquatinted with and close with since my involvement with the boss had all tried to cheer me up, or make me smile in one way or another, but nothing they did helped. Nothing brought back the smiley, bright, and full of life girl they had once known.

The only reason I would leave my room was when I was issued a task to do, such as stealing or going with some members to retrieve an item. I found no reason or desire to steal as I once did. Before I had done it for my mother, as a way of survival. I had lost both of those reasons, I did not care to live as I only wanted my mom by my side again.