Why I Hate Hunter

{5}. The Colored Balls Challenge

Mavis kept her head low again afraid she could be seen. In times like this, she really disliked being a redhead.

On the other side of her Hunter seemed to be very amused by her struggle to blend in with the light darkness around them as her bright red hair shined whenever the street lights were close by.

"Why are we even here?!" Mavis asked in a very slow whisper, very afraid of being caught.

She looked around her and saw that it wasn't the worst place she could be by Hunter's standard. She had heard a lot of what her brother and Hunter did and this could be just lame compared to everything else they had done.

Mavis was standing in one of the rare over-street bridges placed around her neighborhood for not many practical reasons. Usually, those bridges were built for pedestrians to avoid the heavy traffic or speeding cars in busy streets but her part of the town was rarely that busy or crowded. Most of the time the bridge was used for lovers or kids to play. At night the main road was empty of cars so late-night walkers would just wonder on the streets for no reason.

Just like she and Hunter were doing, only that in this case, they were doing more than walking.

Mavis threw another annoyed look at Hunter as she stared at the few people walking under the bridge.

"What the hell are we doing here?" she asked once she was sure no one could see her from above.

Without caring at all that he could be spotted, Hunter walked towards here, and as he was 2 feet away from Mavis, he stopped, bent down and pulled out a knife. Mavis' eyes grew big enough to be mistaken for tennis balls.

"What are you..." she tried to sound unaffected but Hunter didn't even pay attention to her. He used the knife to open something located under their feet. The metallic base of the bridge made some distressed creaking noise till a shiny plate was lifted by the knife in Hunter's hand. Mavis stared silently as a hidden compartment appeared under it.

"What is that? Are you sure the bridge won't fall if you mindlessly open boxes or holes in it?!"

Hunter didn't reply at all, but all his long silences were filled by the hanging smirk on his thick lips. Probably he was making fun of how stupid Mavis sounded and felt being out and about in the middle of the night pretending to be breaking rules.

Hunter carefully removed the metallic lid and, after letting the knife lay close to his legs, he started rummaging inside the hidden compartment. Out came colorful small balls that seemed to have been made out of balloons rather than solid material.

Mavis stopped herself from asking another question that would probably go unanswered.

"These are color bombs," Hunter decided to finally answer to her unasked question which made Mavis scoff in return, "Once you hit someone with them they explode and blast colors all over, which is fun."

Hunter seemed to have nice memories with the color bombs.

"What do we need them for?"

Hunter gave her an incredulous stare.

"Oh just paint, make beautiful stuff come to life and make everyone happy," he said in a cute, high pitched voice only to morph his face into a perfect scowl just a moment after. "We will hit any passerby of course."

"No," Mavis refused to, even though she wasn't a stranger to stupid decisions and pranks, she had never hit someone before, "Besides who do you think walks around the neighborhood after midnight? Faries and forgiving Dumbledores? These are all criminals who won't bat a lash when shooting at us!"