chaotic good

those children

/based on the picture above/

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Dave reluctantly and cautiously opened the door to after hearing a cheerful knock. There was a young girl, wearing an innocent grin but there was a spark in her eyes that did not suggest innocence. At all. She looked like the girl who knew and saw too much. She was wearing a pink fuzzy turtleneck jumper and carried a rather large bowl of cookies. Her light brown hair hung loose around her face and accentuated her heart shaped face and her sharp features.

'Would you like a chocolate chip cookie? My friends made them from scratch from the most organic ingredients! We have ...'

Dave, uninterested and frustrated with the interruption slammed the door, pissed at everything. He expected to hear the loud 'bam' of the heavy wooden door hitting the grey cemented pavement but what he heard was

'Did mommy Grace never teach you it was rude to close the door on people?'

Dave spun around and instinctively threw what was closest in his reach, an axe. The family were highly suspicious, border lining on paranoia and so weapons were scattered around the house. The smile on the girls face bore no hint of childish innocence now. Her eyes flashed red and his once accurate knives came to a complete stop in front of her. The red light faded from her eyes and his axe dropped to the floor with a light patter. Dave stared in awe as the slender frame of the girl walked into the house without another word. She stopped in front of him, patted down her already straight skirt and looked around disapprovingly. There was an air of ambition and recklessness about her that was too mature for her looks but something told him that she was much more than an ordinary girl. Considering the fact that she had just demonstrated her powers, she might be one of those children. 

'Oh dear, I hope I haven't damaged your ability to communicate like normal. I would love to do that but I need some thing first.'

She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes in the process.

Dave meant to ask more questions in a terrifying voice but the only one that came out was

'Who the hell are you?'

Again, she straightened her perfectly fitted skirt and clicked her tongue, obviously annoyed at the question and not fazed at all by the demanding tone.

'Not one of you, if thats what you're thinking. I've come to see someone and i'm positive that you can help me.'

Dave broke his gaze on her.

'You've come for Freddie, haven't you?'

A playful smirk showed on her face.

'Clever boy, Dave. Yes, I have some rather urgent business I need to discuss with him. If you could point me in the general direction of his room, I can take it from here.'

She rapidly gestured to the stairs and proceeded to walk but Dave crossed her path, this time, putting on a serious and vaguely threatening look.

'I need to know who the hell you are before I let you anywhere near my brother.'

'Sweet but foolishly stupid of you to think he needs your protection, Dave.'

'What is that supposed to mean?'

They were interrupted by the sound of the patter of feet on the carpeted stairs as the boy in question appeared. The girl and Freddie locked eyes for a while until she smirked and looked away, chuckling darkly. She thrust the box of cookies into Dave's hands and walked closer to Freddie. He did the same thing, with his hands crossed behind his back, looking casual but stressed. They stop half a meter away from each other.

'Scarlett'

He politely stated with a courteous nod. Unfortunately, she was no where as polite as he was. She slapped him across the face hard. He grimaced slightly but didn't say a word as he slowly turned to face her agin.

She took a deep breath, calming away her bottled up anger and said in a shaky voice.

'It's been some time, you piece of shit.'

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