The Prince, The Gangster, The Teacher, And The Poet (Sander Sides Fanfic)

Chapter Two-The Gangster

TW: Cursing, descriptions of a very short fight, blood, swords, knives, Deceit is mentioned in this chapter, and I know I said sympathetic Deceit but not off the bat. Kind of a panic attack? I think I've had them in the past, but I'm not sure exactly how it feels, so I'm sorry if I get details wrong. Ok, so there's a lot of panic in this chapter, but who can blame me, it's VIRGIL.

Virgil cursed under his breath. He shouldn't have let Janus drag him into this. It was like him, too. He should have expected no less. It was supposed to be making it up to him for last time, last time where they, once again, were running from the law. And, yet again, the makeup had ended up turning into the problem. 

This wasn't even their mark. They weren't supposed to be at the shop. They had gotten the okay to take the day off, but it turned out they were still working. If it hadn't been for that idiot in the mask...

No. He was focusing on just getting the fuck out of dodge. If he could make it... if he could get out of there... he could tell Janus he was done. That he didn't want to steal from stores like Logan's. He had been watching the store for a while, and Logan was one of the people who consistently was taking care of it. He knew it wasn't really his store, but there was something about it that made Virgil feel guilty. He ducked into an alley, before realizing it was a wrong turn. He cursed again, louder this time, before turning around to book it, and seeing two guards and the boy who had started it all. There was something familiar about him, but Virgil couldn't place his finger on why. 

"Put your hands up, and we'll take you to the prison without any trouble." Virgil nearly laughed. At first, he had believed them, that they would take care of him until Jan- no, he's in trouble, he reminded himself. Codenames. Until Deceit was able to save him. 

There was a lot of crying after.

"As if." The object he was risking his sanity for, thankfully, was with Deceit. He hoped to any and all gods listening or watching that he had made it home safely without running into someone who wanted to hurt him. There seemed to be a lot of those these days.

"Then we will have to take you by force." Virgil flinched and watched as the boy in the mask behind the two men's eyes widened. He obviously hadn't seen this type of thing before.

"You can certainly try." He was good at not looking as nervous as he usually felt, and he closed his eyes, reaching behind his back. If he could just get a hold of... there it was! From the wall behind him, he pulled out a knife, channeling the little magic he had managed to teach himself. As he pulled it out, the guards took a step back.

"He's armed." One said to the other, and he nodded.

"Stay behind us." Guard two said to the boy in the mask, and an odd sort of rage seemed to fill Virgil. Where was that compassion ten years ago? Why was it that the citizens with the money, because by the clothing Masked Man obviously had money, were the ones who got to be kept safe. He didn't realize he was growling until the other boy looked at him right in the eyes, horrified. He must have seen the anger. Virgil knew that as soon as he was alone, he would start panicking. 

One of the guards advanced, and for the first time, Virgil felt a calm wash over him. Fighting was something he was good at. It was something he was used to. And it required all his attention, which meant less room for the panic consuming his mind. As the man swung his sword, Virgil blocked it, before swinging around and striking the man in his side. Not hard, just enough to draw blood.

To the man's credit, he didn't faint instantly. Watching a huge man look at the knife that had a little blood on it, and then collapsing like a sack of bricks, it was nearly funny. As the man in the mask quickly ran forward to see if the guard was okay, Virgil saw a chance. Closing his eyes, he hoped he would miss, but his hand managed to grab onto the boy's arm. He let out a high pitched squeal as Virgil dragged him back, pinning his arms to his side.