A little bit dangerous

Chapter 6 : Burglaries

Five teens were standing around a table full of different types of guns: machine-guns, shotguns, rifles, pistols, or even sniper rifles; next to baseball bats, brass knuckles, knives, or other things to hit people or things.

- "We're just doing over some houses, we don't need all of this," told Jane.

- "Yeah, I agree. One bat for each, a gun, and brass knuckles should be enough," said Franck.

- "I'll take a shotgun anyway, that's my shit."

The five teens placed their masks on their faces: a baby face for Jane, a clown for Franck, a vampire for Ahmed, Scream for Julia, and Trump for Jessica. They grabbed their weapons and jumped in their black van, now in direction of the first house. It was easy and fast; the place was empty; Jane forced the lock in a few seconds. They didn't take too much, like that, the owners wouldn't realize immediately that someone broke into their house. They were proud of them; they took some bills, jewels, and even alcohols!

They arrived at the second house. Franck walked around the house to be sure it was empty before giving the signal to his group. Jane opened quickly the door with her black leather gloves, and a paper clip and a nail file. Julia stayed outside to watch while the four others slowly entered, their big black boots resonating on the creaking parquet floor. They separated. Jane took the stairs and arrived at the first floor. She saw two doors and went in the first one. It was a boy's room. Maybe in other circumstances, they could have been friends! He liked video games and was playing guitar and drums, like her. But she wasn't there to make new friends, she didn't care to have friends or not, she couldn't count on anyone anyway. She took the guitar, some video games, and a video-game console, before going back in the corridor and going to the room on the right. A girl's room this time. She found the jewels and didn't look for more. She went back in the corridor and put her loot in a bag. She went back downstairs and gave the stuff to Julia who put them in the van. Jane went in the living-room while the others were going back and forth with the stolen things. She made a movement with her hand to tell them to go, but Franck found another door and wanted to see what was there. Jane tried to stop him by saying they had enough, but the boy didn't listen to her, which pissed her off. The door slowly opened in a creepy squeaking. Franck put a heavy foot on the first step, before slowly going downstairs. He stopped in the middle of the stairs and lighted on his flashlight.

- "Hey, J, come see that."

The baby face sighed with her nose and went in the stairs. She stopped when she saw a group of teenagers looking at them with terrified eyes. Jane didn't fade. She kept going downstairs, showing her shotgun to impress them. She recognized them, it was the assholes she saw at the center, and the redheads who assaulted her in the subway. She had a sly smile hid behind her mask and approached them very closely, looking at them one by one with her cold eyes. She could feel the fear in their fast breathing, and she was enjoying it so much that she wanted this to last forever. She stopped in front of the redhead with long hair; she was holding tight the arm of the skater boy next to her, like if she wanted to hide behind him. But she couldn't. Jane pointed her shotgun at her head; the redhead's body began to shake, with tears in her eyes. She wasn't going to shoot, she just like having the power on someone, especially someone who played smart ass with her. But, someone was missing. Jane began to look around, searching for the one with brown hair. There was a door. She lowered her shotgun and quickly walked to it, kicking it to open it. The young boy was crying in the bathroom, a phone in his hand. Jane grabbed it and threw it brutally on the ground before crushing it.

- "He called the pigs! Let's go!"

- "Wait! We've to follow the orders!" replied Franck.

- "I give the orders! We don't have time, move your ass!"

- "No! We've to shoot all the witnesses!"

- "No, we do it only if we have time to hide the bodies, which is not the case! Now move your ass before I bugger you with my shotgun!"

She watched Franck running in the stairs before kicking the door at her right opened and running outside. The van drove off, letting behind him Jane, Franck, Ahmed, and Jessica. It was the plan, when they were in trouble, they had to split out and found each other at the shed.

Jane didn't join the road, preferring walking behind the houses, through the different gardens. She wasn't stressing, it was like playing hide and seek, it was exciting! She heard the sirens getting closer and closer before seeing the blue and red lights running rapidly down the street. Jane jumped behind a hedge and laid down, facing the earth until they got far. When it became quieter, the baby mask got back on her feet and kept running. She arrived at a house, a bit far from the house they just broke into, and saw a motorcycle. It was her lucky day. She crouched next to the machine, took of the brake, and pushed it to an isolated place. She played with the cables and managed to start it.

The policemen arrived at Mike's house, but the thieves were already gone. Three cars went around to look for them while Hopper and his team asked some questions to the kids.

- "How many were they?"

- "Two, maybe more," answered Max.

- "Ok. Were they armed?"

- "Yes, baseball bats and shotgun. The one with a baby mask was holding the shotgun. I'm pretty sure it's Jane."

- "It's serious accusation that you have here, do you know that?"

- "I don't care, I know it was her, I recognized her tattoo in her neck, and her brown eyes!"

- "I thought they were wearing black hoods; how did you see her neck?"

- "I just saw it! I can't explain! Why are you not on the road trying to stop them before they kill someone!?"

- "We're doing our job, we need details to be sure we arrest the good ones," explained Hopper.

- "Yeah? Whatever!"

The chief rolled his eyes before continuing his investigation. All the teens saw two thieves, but only one recognized Jane. It wasn't enough to arrest her, but he would ask her some questions the next day.

Jane arrived at the shed. She dropped the motorcycle in a street farther to not be suspected for this too. When she entered, the four others were there, celebrating their loot.

- "Hey J! You made it! Look at everything we've got!" told happily Franck.

Jane quickly walked to him, holding firmly her baseball bat in her hand. When she arrived near him, she took it with both her hands before hitting his face. The boy fell on the floor, holding his bloody nose and trying to stand. Jane put her foot on his neck and crushed it before threatening him with her shotgun pointed at his head.

- "I give orders, you follow them. Is it clear!? Next time you don't follow my orders, I hang you up by your balls, hit you with my baseball bat full of nails until you can't feel anything, cut every extremities of your body before re-covering the walls with your exploded brain! AM I CLEAR!?"

Franck nodded with difficulties because of her foot. She saw distress and fear in his eyes, exactly what she wanted to see. She slowly released the pressure before taking completely off her shoe, allowing the boy to breath normally again. Jane turned and noticed that the three others were scared too, almost under shock. She didn't understand why, it was completely normal. She put her shotgun on the table before taking some video games, the video-game console, the guitar, cigarettes packs, and some bills. She looked at all of them with her cold eyes and left the shed with a proud smirk on her face.

- "Not credible, huh? You know no shit about me," mumbled Jane to herself.