Queen | Peaky Blinders

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔 | Killer Queen

The sky was thick black, the grey clouds drowning the light of the distant stars, while the frigid air was still. No sound came from the lady that is London or her people for it was so late in the night. They were fast asleep, even the drunks, nestled in their beds. Their dreams whisked them away from the desolate streets that were littered with late night puddles and cigarette buds. The air was damp and fresh after the small rainfall from not half an hour before. The moonlight cast a ghoulish glow on the wet stone and glass panned windows that glittered like dim and uncut diamonds in the rough of the city.

A slim figure, covered in layers of black clothes, seemed to glide down the shadowy streets. The long black coat flared around the woman's ankles as her combat boot clad feet thumped against the worn down cobblestone. The woman's blonde hair was covered and tucked under a tweed black flat cap to stop its ghoulish glow when the moonlight reflected off it. She moved swiftly, mismatch eyes flickered under the shadow of her hat.

Clauds hands were tucked into her deep pockets, gloved fingers winding around the handle of a knife, as she continued to move effortlessly towards what some would call death. She simply called it an inconvenience.

She turned down a corner, then a second one, and came to a stop outside a large red brick warehouse. It's widows were boarded and locked while it's doors were most definitely bolted. Sabini, contrary to belief, wasn't actually that stupid. Just infuriatingly arrogant. Claud pulled the sleeve of her jacket up and checked her watch before making sure her hair was secure and disappearing into the alley beside the building.

Her figure was almost drowned in the shadows but a halo of light shone around her as a truck pulled up in front of her. It's back was open, and when it parked, Jackson climbed out. He was dressed similarly to her, so was everyone else, in all black. The tall man pulled a ladder from the truck and unfolded it before leaning it against the red brick wall.

Claud climbed quickly, Jackson gripping the wood to stable it, and stopped at the window sill. They were boarded from the inside. The sharp knife was slipped from her pocket and under the the old frame. The blade hooked the latch and clicked it open. She pressed herself to the wood that blocked her. Footstep moved further and further away from it, and when it was quiet, Claud twisted the screw with the knife. They creaked softly as they were forced to twist and loosen from the frame while the wood groaned in protest she pushed the planks. She placed them against the wall on the inside before she pulled herself off the ledge.

Her slim body slipped through the gaps in the planks and her boots planted firmly against the floor. She gave a thumbs up to Jackson before she fully disappeared inside. The man climbed back into the truck and gave a thumbs up to Dhal, who was in the drivers seat, and drove off. They were going to rendezvous with the others.

The room was completely black and still. The shadows were endless while every sound echoed like a drum beat. Her eyes betrayed her every second as the shadows tricked her into thinking that something was there. They seemed to move and sway to the beat of her thundering heart. She grasped the knife tightly, her knuckles turning white. She searched through the room, lifting tarps, and opened boxes. Upstairs was mostly furniture and liquor. Her stuff was downstairs. Claud pulled a small canister from her pocket and unscrewed it. The smell of gasoline wafted from the flask. She sprinkled some of the pungent liquid across the floor and random items before stopping and stashing the now half empty flask away.