p l a g u e

c h o k e

italic - thoughts
will contain depictions of blood, torture, and violence.
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You haven't the slightest idea what to do, do you?
No, ma'am.
That's the best fucking thing I've heard today.

The sound of chains made three little boys shake in their boots, worried that a hero might pop up and catch them in the act. A sigh left her lips, she knew she could've picked a better team but she wasn't going to start complaining now. She tossed the bolt cutters towards the one with the owl eyes and slowly opened the doors, if she was doing this alone she would've been finished sooner. But this was all part of the plan.
"You know what to do." A bright pair of e/c eyes glared holes through one of them. This one could create illusions.

She watched as he looked towards the small red lights that indicated where the cameras were and produce a white blanket that covered them and gave off the illusion of a normal room. They had 5 minutes to get in and out before the illusion wore off.

"Owl boy, watch the rooftops."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Banshee you and your quivering knees aren't helping now get in here."

The boy who looked to be around 14 or 15 could release an ear piercing scream, it worked best when he was nervous or scared but if he let out a small yelp now it wouldn't end well. She looked at him and wondered why a kid was doing something like this, how did he get dragged into joining a gang and being forced out into this situation. She pat his shoulder and turned towards the glass cases that surrounded them.
Uncut diamonds, she thought. Collect the diamonds, bind the idiots, and run for it.

She took off the glove on her right hand and pressed the tip of her finger against the keyhole, Deep breath and out slowly.
Black smoke poured from her finger and into the keyhole, three clicks were heard before the glass case slid open. The smoke returned and she put her gloves back on,"Bag," she said as she reached her hand out.

"I-I can't hold it..!"

Hearing that made the banshee freeze up as he was giving her the bag, I'm not going to catch a break, huh.
She grabbed her own little pouch from her belt and pushed all of what was needed in, she didn't need everything, just enough to give and take.

"Shit!" The illusion kid pulled back and the blanket fell. All of a sudden an alarm sounded and this meant that everything was about to be fucked if she didn't do everything right. It was time to play with her favourite hero.

The owl boys screaming could be heard and all of a sudden he was thrown down in front of the doorway covered in binding rope. The illusion boy was ready to fight whoever it was with just his fists and deep down you prayed for his silent and painless capture. Those two had their own problems and what she was worried about was the banshee boy who was ready to burst. She groaned, Why do I do this to myself? Why!?

"Come on, kid!" She grabbed his wrist and made a run for the entrance. All she had to do was convince this kid to give this life up, it wasn't worth it anyway.

She grabbed the nearest chair and tossed it towards the window, throwing the kid out. She pulled him into an alleyway and pinned him to the wall, "Listen kid, this isn't the life meant for you. It's dangerous and will get you killed, I'm sure your mom must be worried sick waiting for you to come home. When that hero gets close to you, tell him you're sorry and everything about the gang too!" She smiled and winked.

Hearing about his mother really sent him because he sat down and started sobbing, she couldn't understand much but she was sure he was saying sorry to her and his mom. She pat his head and lifted his chin, "See ya soon."