Found

Chapter-I

"It's okay."

"Everything's going to be alright."

"He's in a better place now."

I had heard those words before. So many times. At funerals I didn't want to attend and in movies that I only heard. But how were things okay? How could things be alright, when it felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest? When with each thump of my heart I was oh so painfully aware that his wasn't beating? How could he be selfish enough to leave, to go on to a better place, leaving me behind to walk like a corpse amongst the living?

And do you know what the saddest thing was?

I hadn't even gotten the chance to say goodbye.

***

Grounded.

I was grounded.

I, Kara Selena Henderson, was grounded.

Like bloody hell I was! The boys and I had a major heist tonight and I wasn't going to ditch them just because some delusional old man under the false impression that he could protect me wasn't down with it.

Nuh-uh.

Now on to my current predicament. I had to jump. Seven stories. But that wasn't the problem here. That honour belonged to the Master's some forty odd guard dogs that were currently prowling, not only the roof above my head, but also the pavement below and on the wall keeping me from my constitutional right of liberty. They weren't guard dogs per se; just incredibly loyal, honour-bound buffoons that had more muscle than brain mass.

Oh! And there were forty of them.

Against a skinny, blind fifteen-year-old girl.

Ah! The things I do for those boys.

Charlie had already told the stupid mutts that I would try to sneak out. I had heard him say as much ten minutes and fifty-nine seconds after he had locked my door. Normally, this should've frightened those feeble-minded ruffians. But I guess they had heard the warning from Charlie one too many times, and I had yet to deliver in on Charlie's threats of his supposedly 'dangerous' daughter.

And they were also quite arrogant.

I mean they were the protectors of Kuziya Wong, one of the most, if not the most skilled martial artist of all time. I mean, you'd need to be one heck of a man to not boast about that. But it is what it is, isn't it?

Now, my plan. The scared blind maiden act wouldn't work. I'd already used that tactic to raid the kitchen countless times. Hey! A girl's gotta eat.

The easiest way would be to snap all their necks, and although I could visualize exactly how I could do that, it would be overstepping the moral boundary I had set for myself, not to mention that Charlie would have my head. So the other option was stealth, or knocking them all unconscious.

I decided to go with stealth.

I pulled down my black mask, so that I would effectively blend into the shadows. Except of course my eyes, which I knew would stand out like headlights, the pale blue practically glowing in the moonlight. I decided to keep my eyes closed.

Not like I needed them anyways.

I grabbed my cane. I had been told that it was gorgeous. It probably was. It was long and narrow and made of pure metal to hide the sword that hid within. The top was a carved wolf head, made of platinum. Kai had told me that my cane was black, and the head was silver. I knew what black looked like, hell it was the only thing I ever saw, but silver? Not a clue. Kai said it was shiny and beautiful. But is that any way to describe a colour? Is there any way to describe a colour?