Bloody hands

Chapter 6.2: Brought away & Chapter 6.3: Pulled over

Ryan's POV

I put the gock back into its halter coldly and went back into the house. If Jack had Selena espace.... I shut the door behind me I looked into the room opposite the kitchen, into Selena's bedroom. There she was sitting, hands bound to a bedpost. Jack was sitting on a chair opposite to her.
"Now, whom did you kill this time?" my brother asked and crossed his feet.
"Maya. Now, what do you say, do we want to let her corpse disappear or let it seem like a suicide?" I asked and eyed my property that seemed to sleep.

I hadn't thought she would calm down that fast, I had just killed her best friend. Jack must have seen my look. "
I tranquilized her in the hopes that she would think this all was just a dream." he explained and ran his hand though Selena's hair slowly.
"She looks so cute when she is sleeping." he went on and crossed his hands in each other.
"I don't care what you are going to do. YOU killed her, YOU are going to clean your mess. So, I am going to take a nap." Jack laid himself onto the bed and put a hand on my property again. I had to remember to chop it off him later.

Suddenly my pants vibrated and I pulled out my phone. Mom was calling.
"No nap, bro, it's mom." I said to my brother and picked up my phone.

"Hi mom!!"
"Hello Ryan, my boy! How is it going at home?"
"Like always. Is there a reason why you are calling?"
"Your dad and I are coming home, we are going to be there tomorrow morning at latest!"
"We are happy to finally see you again! Mom listen, we have some things to do, until tomorrow!"
"Sure, love. Say Jack that I said hello!"

I hung up quickly. NOW we were having a problem.

"Jack, untie Selena, our parents are on their way back home!" I ordered and began to pack my toys back into their bag, also the morning star, even though it made me a bit sad. The whole thing I threw at Jack, he had to be good for something. At the end I threw my newest toy (if you know what I mean) over my shoulder, and we climbed back into the underground.
"Did you get the garage key?" I asked Jack, who started to search his pockets. He opened the door to the garage and I grabbed the right car key.

"And Maya?" Jack asked nervous. The little one shouldn't pee his pants because of something like that! I grabbed my gun from it's halter and threw it at my brother.
"Go, before the corpse gets ridgid!" I told him and Jack let the bag fall to the ground. While he ran up the stairs, I went over to dad's really damn overpriced cars (my toys were girls and guns, not cars) and sat Selena down in the back. When Jack wouldn't appear soon, I would leave without him. The bag I put into the trunk of the car and there was our little snail!

"I had the set the scene a little." he told me and wanted to sit himself down in the back, to sit next to my property, but I grabbed him at the collar and sat him down shotgun. I quickly went behind the steering wheel and drove through the underground streets.
They were officially part of the urban road network, but nobody really knew about them. While driving I lighted a cigarette, because I knew for what the cops were looking.
Firstly, with such a car you get pulled over almost never, and secondary, a nice cig always makes you look older.

Besides Jack of course, he always looked like a baby.

We got pulled over still, but we weren't far away from our destination. A cop in a bad mood knocked onto out car disc.
"Good day, young man. I would need the car's paper and your ID." he said and stretched his hand out. I grabbed into the glove compartment calmly and pulled out the right papers. He looked over them quickly and gave them back to me.
"And you ID?" he asked again and looked at me with scepsis.

I turned my head to Jack, who seemed extremely tense.
"You have the bag." I said to him and tried to stay calm. Jack pulled up his eyebrows and bowed down, so I could pick up the bag from under his seat. He opened one and then another pass and gave me the second one. The cop opened my ID and compared the photo with my face.
"Please take of the glasses."
I pulled them down a bit, so he could see my eyes. The police officer gave me my things back.
"The fashion in these days..." he mumbled and I knew that he was talking about my eye color.

I closed the window and drove away. We had lost time, and we still had to prepare some things. "How can you stay calm in this situations, but go crazy when I wake you in the morning?" Jack asked and leaned back into his seat. "I faked the ID myself, so I don't have to be scared that YOU could fuck it up!" I replied and pressed stronger into the gas pedal. "How is our snow white?" I asked Jack, who turned around and smiled. "Still sleeping."   

A/N: Another chapter

Today's question:

Have you ever been pulled over?

MeineKeime