City of Thieves

Chapter 7: Jail Birds

What the hell do I do now, I couldn't even buy enough time to escape, now they know im up.

I cant die now. No, not now!
I have to get out of this, Im not going to die. Not yet.

Laura thought, anxiety consuming her to the point it was mentally agonizing.

"WHERE AM I" she demanded.

"Shhhh.... try not to yell, you'll attract the jail birds" Tatiana said in a low hoarse voice, putting her finger to her lips.

Laura had a cold shiver go down her spine. There was so much slang, so many stereotypes for the crooked and corrupt for the people of the city.
She looked at Tatiana and nodded, then turned to the the boy, distinctly signaling to him that it was his turn to explain, and he did.

"Listen sweetheart, i don't know how you wandered in here, but now that your here we cant let you leave. Sorry" the boy said, sounding demanding in his voice.

Laura was shocked for a moment.
"Why. WHY WONT YOU LET ME GO!"
She yelled.

"SHHhh you have to st-"
"OH SHUT THE HELL UP, I DONT CARE ANYMORE!
IF A KILLERS GONNA COME DOWN HERE ITS BETTER TO BE ALL OF US DEAD THAN JUST ME!"
She yelled. Feeling like she was going to burst.
"You brought mE HERE TO KILL ME! Didn't you.
That whole thing you pulled getting me to get away from those, THOSE.... WHATEVER THEY WERE. IT WAS ALL A TRICK so you could bring me here and KILL-" Laura was cut off by Tatiana covering her mouth. She looked at Aron.

"Can we get rid of it now" she said, annoyed.
"Just... let me explain everything to her. You can leave.." Aron said.
Tatiana rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

She removed her hand from Lauras mouth, Laura looked offended. Tatiana got up off her knee , playfully punched Aron's shoulder and made her way up the stairs. Aron crouched down. Now getting a better look at the stranger, Laura noticed he was peculiarly attractive, but Laura refused to admit it to herself, the stranger had black hair with warm brown eyes, his face had a few scratches, some scars, but still it only made him seem more engaging to Laura. She was silently falling for him, but wouldn't let herself admit it.

"Listen doll-"
"Don't call me by these shitty names."
"Would you prefer cutie?"
Laura could feel her face burning up, Aron smiled In way the nickname was alluring. And thats why she hated it. She looked away from the stranger.
"Alright, so listen, im not going to kill you."
"Then what am I-"
"I getting to that, i'm not going to kill you or throw you out to the purgers. All i ask is that you stay."
"stay..." Laura felt captivating all of a sudden.
"Yes, stay here and you wont get hurt out there"
Laura thought about it for a moment.
But she knew what the definite answer was.
"No... I cant ever live with someone like you"
She looked at Aron, his expression was blank, but his vibe told her something in him felt broken.
"Alright..." he said.

Getting up he walked across the room, picked up something, from the sound of it, it sounded like keys. He then walked back over to Laura and unlocked the hand cuffs, she started rubbing her hands where there was a red mark from the force she put on her skin trying to break free from the metal barrier. She looked at him.
"Your letting me go?" She said in a low voice.
"heh, you really aren't from around here" he said.

With that he grabbed Laura by the arm and started pulling her upstairs, struggling to break free, she started struggling and yelling but just couldn't get away from the boy. He kept pulling her until they finally got to a room at the end of a long hallway, he dragged Laura in and threw her on a bed trying not to be so rough.
"Sorry about this, you'll understand soon.."

Laura spurred toward the door in an attempt to escape, but she was to slow. He closed and locked the door. Laura, now thrashing the doorknob around left and right, gave up. She just turned around and examined her new room, her new, crappy room with only a small sized bed big enough for a 10 year old and light brown walls to fit the old fashion mood. She sank down to the floor and buried her head in her knees.
I have to get out, I have to.
With a small thrust of ambition, she picked her head up and looked around. When an air conditioning vent, big enough to crawl threw for her size and easy enough to open, caught her eye.

Well hello there.