𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗠𝗘? | vi x fem oc

XII. always something

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The drain cover clattered and creaked as it was opened, the group getting out one by one. Vi got out first, turning swiftly to lend Powder a hand to get out of the sewer. Once the youngest was out, Claggor held up the bag that Vi snatched quickly, the rest filing out of the drain.

Once they were all on their feet, they began walking down the streets, heading for their home.

"We just have to keep our heads low, alright?" Maeve called to the group, receiving a snort of sarcasm from Mylo, of whom stood on her right.

"Like you're not obvious with your hair." With a frown, Maeve reached up and touched her hair subconsciously, wondering what was wrong with it. When she realised Mylo had nothing better to say, she scoffed and continued to walk.

They didn't get too far before a man caught their eyes for a moment. He was blonde, probably a little older than them, and he was sat on a crate. His foot was on top of a metal drum, rolling it backwards and forwards for a moment as though he had nothing better to do.

"Nice haul?" His voice was a little rough, yet he sounded nonchalant but knowing as he spoke to them.

"You could say that." Mylo bragged vaguely, the grin un-wipeable from his lips as they continued to walk. Vi shot him an annoyed look, shaking her head at how much of a loudmouth Mylo was.

"I heard there was some action across the river." The boy continued to speak and Maeve pursed her lips before shooting him a glare.

"Hm, probably Piltie business." She turned and began walking after the group again, but they had stopped and she almost let out a squeak of surprise when she was mere centimetres away from colliding into Mylo's back.

"Well," the man played with a coin in his hand, shaking his head as he stared at the group. "Someone, uh, someone really kicked the nest, huh?"

"Is that so?" Vi commented, attempting to follow along with Maeve's previous words of trying to shift the blame from them. They couldn't afford to let people know it was them, it would only cause trouble.

The group turned to walk again, only making it a couple steps before two rough looking men - around the same age as the blonde boy - stood in front of them and blocked their exit.

"But now you're," he chuckled and stood, approaching the group, "you're tracking this mess of yours through my streets."

"Mess?" Maeve scowled, turning to face the blonde boy as he approached. Her hands clenched into fists, her mind racing. She glanced to the side, her eyes picking up a large pole and she nodded to herself, keeping note of a potential weapon.

"Your streets?" Vi had called, her tone becoming a little more agressive as she glared. "What makes you think-"

"Listen," Claggor quickly jumped in front of Vi, attempting to make peace, "we don't want any trouble, okay?"

"Hear that, Deckard?" One of the men that cut them off spoke loudly, grinning to himself as he thought of these teenagers as weak. "They don't want any trouble."

"You know, in my experience..." the blonde stopped, slowly turning to them with a coy smile. "Trouble finds you." He then shrugged and Maeve inched herself towards the pipe she had seen, her tongue dancing across her lips for a moment in concentration. "There's no reason this had to get ugly. How about you...share a little taste of your treasure there and we'll call it even?"