Reflections of Mist

Loot

The overly large jacket sat like a sack around the crouched boy, who accesorised it with an evil grin as he tugged at the metal zip with his teeth, his arms drowned in the long sleeves.

That was not the only item he'd taken from Nick.
On his  boney wrist, loosely clasped, was Nick's watch, and in his hands was Nick's old, out of charge MP3 player that Nick had forgotten was in his pocket.

Nick glared at him angrily. "I would have traded you the fucking jacket to get the battery back."

"Yeah, but I wanted to play! Besides, now I've got both!"

"Why do you want the battery anyway?" Nick groaned exasperatedly. "What are you going to do with it? There's nothing you can do, you don't have the phone!"

"I can sell it."

"What? Where? Some back-street market?"

"No. eBay."

"You know how to sell stuff on eBay? You're four!"

"I done it loads of times! Before Evelyn stopped me, 'cause she got annoyed that I was selling stuff that wasn't mine."

Nick let out an involuntary chuckle, rubbing his forehead almost tiredly.
"Look, just give me back my phone battery, and I won't tell on you to your mama."

"My 'mama' is not here right now. And you don't know who she is. And besides..." His grin widened mischievously. "... If you didn't want to play, why'd you come to the party​?"

"I didn't want to come to the fu... dging party, you essentially kidnapped me and coerced me!"

The boy shrugged. "Yeah, but no one made you play."

"You stole my stuff!"

"Finders fee for rescuing you when you were unconscious."

"Ninty-nine percent sure you are the reason I was unconscious!"

"You don't know that I did! You didn't see who knocked you out!"

Nick sputtered. "You've practically just confessed! That's it, fucks sake, come here!"

He lunged at the kid, who scampered away over a counter top, Nick chasing after.