Psychotic lover

Chapter 5

Light. That was all he could see.

"Who's trying to blind me" he mumbled, his lips parched and throat dry.

"I believe that would be the drawn curtain and sun, sir" a familiar voice chuckled lightly.

"Max?" He croaked, toy lying his head to the side to meet the owner of the voice.

"Indeed, sir" max nodded, standing up from his seat to close the curtains.

"What happened" the hazy male groaned, bringing his hand up to his temple, forcing his brain to recall whatever previous events had occurred.

"You went to the museum last night to steal the crown, but from what mister prowl had told me, it seems like there was someone who beat you to it" the slim male mused.

"The crownless raven" the brunette stated, his green eyes wide upon recollection.

"Crownless? I believe you mean crowned" the man corrected, turning on the large flatscreen tv that was attached to the wall opposite him.

"-Crownless raven, now crowned? Yesterday night there was a break in at Britain's national museum, the crown stolen. But what was even more shocking is the trademark the thief has left. Could this be a copycat? Or is this the work of the true thief? America and Britain now forging alliance to hunt this thief who's taken the two countries by storm, stay tuned for the wea-"

"She couldn't be a fraud" the male frowned, his mind reeling through his meet up with the female.

"A 'she', you say? That's certainly an unanticipated twist" the man known as max hummed.

"She was, unique" he mumbled, catching Max's attention. "She was sly, smart, fast, and yet so infuriatingly childish. I would've taken her for a damned toddler had she not been intelligent." he sighed.

"My my, how old do you presume she'd be?" He wondered, curiosity glazing his expression.

"I would say 18" he guessed.

"I see, well it would've been a shame if the sniper had killed her" max noted to himself, catching the attention of the other male.

"Gunshot, the gunshot yesterday night before I was knocked out. Did it hit her?" He sat up straight, sheer curiosity and panic suddenly attacked his mind.

"It hit her, but she survived. I'm unsure of her current condition though. Mister prowler had gone to check before you left, but the scene only presented blood splatters" he curtly said.

"Max, call in the IT. Tell them to meet me immediately in my office" he ordered, slowly pushing himself off his bed.

"Are you sure sir? After all, you've just awoken" max frowned in worry, about to approach to help the brunette, but was stopped at the raise of his hand.

"Max" the male sharply snapped, silencing the opposing male.

"I'll get them straight away" he sighed with a bow before he left the room.

Weakly, the lone man hobbled to his closet to change out of his clothes. A question suddenly struck him. Clumsily, he flipped his jeans, only to find a neat, small hole in his jeans that he would have no doubt missed had it not been for his memory.

With a scowl, he gritted his teeth together before throwing it into his closet. His mind was in fury at the prospect of being treated like a wild animal. He could still recall her expression, and the next sentence that tumbled out her lips.