Bradleys Mansion

Blondie

"They coming for you?" The old man asked after an awkward silence. I straightened my stance and only nodded toward him,"Don't worry," he said turning around," We've all done some bad shit in our lives" he waved me to follow him. I silently laughed at how much he reminded me of Mrs. Lily."You can stay in here until they leave." He opened a door to a rust green tent and walked in, I followed him in to find that the homeless community was much bigger than it really looked on the outside. The tent on the outside looked like a single tent, but when you walked in you entered the building behind it and there were hundreds of people. At first it looked like a big crowd then I realised that it was a market, they had little places set up and people were bartering. No money needed. It looked so peaceful until a fight broke out between two guys.

Women screamed and grabbed their children and other men ran over either betting or trying to break them up, which caused a bigger fight. I followed the old man to the very front of the crowd around the boys and everything went silent, the boys broke up looked ashamed, the men stopped yelling and women and children stopped screaming. I was interested in how quickly this old guy could stop such a riate. One of the boys looked around 12 and the other one looked way older, like 21 or something. I snorted at how immature that made him look and then everyone's attention was on me but I was only looking at the older boy. His lean body went from stiff to relaxed as his eye slid down and up my body, I flipped my dark brown hair over my shoulder to give him a better look at me then I crossed my arms covering my breast. He gave me a smirk and I returned the look mockingly. He brushed his dirty blonde hair back with his hand, slowly flexing his arm the farther his hand moved down his back. I gave a short chuckle, twisting my hair.

This guy is such an ass if he thinks I would go for something.... I mean someone like him.

"Eh-hem," The old man broke our 'private conversation'. I looked at the man standing in front of me and the tall blonde looked frightened. He saw me smiling at his fear and I winked at him for extra effect. He only scrunched up his nose and furrowed his brows. Probably trying to figure out why I was playing with him.

Ha. How does it feel to be fucked with?

"What happened?" The old man asked pointing to the kid.

"Well," he brushed his hair back and looked for an explanation.

"The kid was trying to steal this," The blonde said holding up a blanket, "and I stopped him," he looked at me in a cocky way.

Yay. Good for you, you stole candy from a baby. I rolled my eyes.

"I," the old man interrupted the blonde, "wasn't asking you. I asked the boy."

You go grandpa! I thought giving the blonde my own smirk. He returned my smirk with his tongue. Yup this twenty something man-child stuck his tongue out at me. Ignoring all else, it was kinda cute the way his nose scrunched up, besides the point I decided that he was annoying and I didn't like him. In the silence there was an echo of sirens going through the building, everyone ducked, and started shuffling around but stayed quiet. Within a few minutes the room was clear there were tarps over their little 'shops' and people hiding in dark corners. The old man, the blonde and I were the only ones standing there.

"Take her to the pit," having said that the old man wandered back to the tent, where we entered, and the man-child grabbed my wrist and pulled me through two doors on the other end.

"Watch it blondie," I said once we were through the doors, pulling my wrist out of his grasp.

"Whoa, there," he put his hands up, "I was just following the captain's orders," he had a faint accent. It was either russian or british.... I don't know. It was really faint, but you can still hear it.

"I'm not a fucking horse," I mumbled.

"Ah. Ahhaha." he ran his hand through his hair, flexing, again.

"Would you stop that,"I pushed his arm down to his side and cracked the door open to look out, there was two cops walking around with flashlights and the old guy was hitting a cup on the wall.

"He makes it look like he's an idiot so the cops won't be here long, they tend to feel uncomfortable around us." Blondie said hovering over me. I jumped turning and punching his gut.

"Bloody hell!" His voice boomed.

Definitely british.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" he said rubbing his tummy as a laid on the ground. His accent accelerates with his emotions. Interesting. Ignoring his question I walked back over the door and looked out of the crack and looked right into the bulb of a flash light. Fuck. I backed up and looked for an exit only seeing a never ending staircase. Stepping over loud mouth I grabbed my bag and started up the stairs.