After a while of gliding through the trees I finally saw an old path leading to the base. I was somewhat proud of myself for finding it within three hours. It wasn't all that hard to be honest. Since they were the top dog, no one really messed with them so they didn't exactly hide it.
Now came the hard part, getting in and getting out without getting caught. In my mind it sounded easy enough.
With a sigh as the last light finally went out I stood up and started to walk to the large building. Each step seemed to be more heavy than the other, but I kept going. I needed to get my things. I needed the photo. Out of the corner of my eye I say blonde hair from a girl sway by. I froze for a moment then shook my head. I ignored the tears in my eyes, blinking them away. 'I need to get that under control' I thought to myself, looking forward.
Just a few more steps and I'll be in their territory.
It took a few minutes before I reach the lowest window. My hand silently pulled my knife from the pocket sewn inside my shirt, then I moved closer to the window and slipped the blade in between the paine and window. I moved it slowly, trying to find the lock, if there was even one.
Sweat started to appear on my forehead, but I kept going until something hard stopped the blade.
I smiled softly, silently celebrating as I slowly pushed the window up. I waited a moment to listen, hoping no one got up for a late night snack.
Nothing reached my ear so I lifted my leg and pulled myself up, making as little noise as possible. Again, nothing seemed to be moving in the house except for me. I knew if I got caught I would be dead. I don't think I could use the excuse 'candy-gram'. I took a moment to look around, taking in all the things around me.
"Now...if I were a crazy gang member with a stolen bag...where would I be?" I whispered to myself. Quietly I moved to the stairs, taking each step slowly. Thankfully I got to the top without dying.
The hall to my right had two doors and more stairs, and the left had three room and I think a game hall. From what I could see there was a cough and pool table. I silently giggled at the thought that they had a game room. I decided to take the left, hoping that the room was on this level. The first door had some kinda stain on it with 'OWL' in big black letters on it. Unless Delirious was Vanoss' biggest fan I don't think that this was his room. I turned and looked at the door across. Sadly not all the doors had something on it to help me figure out who was who. Before I could take a step to it I heard a small click then footsteps.
"Fuck...I need water..." I heard a guy grumble. My heart sped up and I tried to move quickly and quietly to the 'game room'.
I scooted myself in between the couch and mini table. The shadows playing in my favor. I tried to hold my breath, staying silent. These guys are incredible at what they do.
If I wasn't careful they could easi--
"Who the fuck left the window open?!" I heard the guy yell. I gasped softly, pulling my legs closer to me. I wasn't very big for my age, making it easier to hide but I was terrified. I had left it open for a quick escape.
I heard the man slam the window shut and grumble as he moved around. I slowly got up, looking for a way to get out, my heartbeat, now in my throat. As I slipped into the hallway again, I peeked into the room that he had been in and spotted my bag. '"Oh thank gods" I mumbled. Everything seemed fine until I felt a hand move over my mouth. I yelped but it was muffled.
'Fuck'
Panic spread through me like wildfire as I was slammed against a wall in his room. "My, my, my, we have a visitor." Delirious said with slight angry and playfulness. I whimpered under his hand. He moved his hand to my neck, holding tightly.
"Now, why the fuck are you here? Money? Fun? Or did you really think you could just break in?" He growled in my ear, seeming to try and keep the rest of the house asleep.
I gasped softly, trying to let him know I couldn't exactly speak when I couldn't breath. With a grunt he dropped my body to the ground with a heavy thump. A guy yelled for the man in front of me as I tried to get oxygen into my lungs. "H-huh? Who's there?!" A Irish man called out. Delirious glared at me as he answered
"Just me Nogla, go back to bed you fuck!"
He keeled down and grabbed my hair to look up at him.
"Now, who the fuck are you?"
(Cliff hanger! Kinda? Maybe? Ahhh, oh well, I just hope you all are enjoying the story!)
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FanficLuke was considered a normal boy until the day that his family was murdered. Later he turned to crime just to spite those who thought he was behind the murders. Sadly, the scar of watching his sister die makes it hard to 'be normal'. Soon he finds o...
