Pieces || Oneshots

Englisch stuff

In the slums we have the saying: "the foxes take their own paths at night". My father used to say this when he kissed my mom goodbye and disappeared for days. His words crossed my mind in that moment, and they couldn't fit better. But in this night, there weren't foxes - only predators.
I still remember the shiver crawling down my spine when I noticed him - owner of the third harbour and boss of the west stave - Richard van Halen, escorted by his bodyguards. I tried to climb higher on the roof. Pointed, like every house in the rich district, and wet from the drizzle. My boots found a hold on the ridge, and i was able to balance on it. Van Halen could have looked up to see me, a single black silhouette in the night, balancing from roof to roof, but there was this thing with prey birds: They never look up. And between his bodyguards, he couldn't feel safer.
I have seen them only twice, and those were encounters I want to erase out of my memories. The man's name was Adrian Blackburn, a mercenary from the southern islands. His eyes were flashlights contrasting his dark skin, and searching through the alleys they passed. The women's name was Calliope Westwell - this was everything I knew about her. This, and the fact that you better should not mess with her - a lesson I learned the hard way.
I had to take a run to jump from the house to the flattened roof of the stock exchange building, and crouched behind a chimney. My heart was pumping. Here on the flat roof I should have felt safer, because there wasn't the danger of sliding and falling in front of Van Halens feet, but in reality my eyes went back and forth, searching for other silhouettes. I knew how careless Richard was in relation to the meeting, but what if he wanted us to think that? What if there were snipers on the other roofs? If so, I was free target.
I prayed that my black coat would hide me while I jumped from roof to roof. Soon we had reached the main stock exchange building, a cube block with a gigantic patio. My heart stumbled. Richard stepped in the patio, I folded my hands and blew through the hole between my thumbs. It created the sound mockingbirds do.
Only a heartbeat later, the same sound found it's way to my ear. A person from the countryside would have spotted the fool immediately, but Richard has heard only city pigeons for his whole live.
I squat down and crawled to the edge of the roof. Richard was right under me, stepping to the middle of the place. I didn't have to look up to know he wasn't alone. On the other side, a group of teenagers awaited him, lightened by the street lanterns. I knew their names and stories like my own mind.
"Mr van Halen, old friend! How is your state of health?? And the wife and children?" It was Ace who spoke, I could hear it on his accent that smoothened out certain letters. My eyes moved to Richard. He stood between my friends and the only entrance to the patio. Even though he hadn't done anything yet, he already had encircled them.
"A little bird has told me about your sweet little underground network." Richard's voice reminded me of a snake before attacking. Ace lowered his head, then glanced to the man next to him. Kai. He was a fragment of the night in human form, with a black coat and skin as pale as the moon. We have never asked him where he came from. In fact, we didn't know anything about him. One night he appeared in our shelter, like a wolf that was left behind by his pack. He had nothing but a burning fury for Van Halen, and invested his whole energy in wearing down the throne he was sitting on. No wonder Van Halen turned to him. "Stealing my goods and flinching the money out of my clients pockets, like you dont know that I could squeeze you under my shoes like ants. And in fact ", he said with a voice as smooth as his lies, "you indeed are nothing more than ants to me. So I'll give you a chance to leave my territory. Go wherever the wind takes you, and I'll forget about it." He turned around, about to leave. I was right. He was careless about the meeting. But he had forgotten one detail: the reason why wolves haunt in packs, and why we stayed undetected for so long.
"Richard!", Kai shouted, his voice growling like the thunder. I had to put the hood lower over my face as the rain got stronger.

I have no clue how to end this.