Trouble in Hell

Chapter 3: Dark night

~20 minutes later~

We reached the front door.

"Can I have a key?"

"There are people in there. Just knock." He groaned.

I groaned but knocked on the door and waited, nothing. I knocked again slightly louder and waited, nothing. I banged loudly on the door and still came up with nothing then looked through a nearby window, the lights were off.

"Are you sure?"

"Not anymore, no."

I groaned and laid him down on the wall. He winced as the movement put pressure on his body. I put down my bag and looked around in it for a hairpin. Feeling around ridiculously through my stuff, I gave up and checked my ponytail, which also didn't have one. Then began looking around the place for something but it's almost 1 in the morning and its pitch dark outside. Then my eye stopped on the boy. His eyes connected with mine and we starred at each for a while.

"Wait," I whispered. He looked at me in confusion as I walked up to him and bent down in front of him. I averted my eyes from his to my hoodie and checked the left pocket. Inside I pulled out the bobby pin. I used to get into my house after my brother locked the back door. I pulled it out of the pocket and held it up in front of my face. I moved to the door and began to pick the lock. I learnt how to do this in 9th grade, when my brother started locking the back door after I left it open, so now I have to pick the lock about 40% of the time.

~5 minutes later~

"Why today!?!" I complained as I held up the pin. It's been working for years and today it gives up? Why!

I stood up and untied my hair, running my hand messily through it. The ponytail was starting to give me a headache. I threw the pin away and sat down next to the boy, laying my head on the wall, thinking of another plan.

"You're oddly calm about this." He said.

"Is that sarcasm?" I asked.

"No. Most people would be freaking out about blood and knives and night, then there's you."

"Been through a lot. I have my knowledge. I don't get scared easily."

It was quiet again. "We could go next door." He suggested.

"No. I'm not even supposed to be out. Being here is even a big risk." We sat in silence for a couple of minutes. I thought until he spoke out again as something dawned to him.

"Your TroubleMaker aren't you?"

"Excuse me?" I said not even fazed. I turned to him and he had a smirk on his face.

"Your TroubleMaker."

"What is that?"

"You know what I'm talking about. You're a street fighter at the Black Bills Arena. I saw your fight tonight. That's how you manage to kick those guys asses in the alley."

I opened my mouth to deny but nothing came out. So I gave up. "Who are you?"

"I'm Luke. I'm a better there. I lost a bet tonight."

"That's what happened to you?"

"Yea."

"Sorry dude."

"It's not your fault. I usually win my bets on Black Night but not this time."

Silence again.

"Do me a favour?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't tell anyone you met me or saw me."

"Why?"