Sweet Felony

Plans and Worries

Aru was sulking. Her "escape plan" hadn't worked and she was pretty sure she had seen a bunch of guards outside, probably patrolling the room she was in.

Why haven't they come for me yet?

Aru was very sure it had already been 24 hours, so why hadn't the Ghatakas blasted down the door and rescued her? What was stopping them? Aru's chest tightened and she felt her hands shake. What was this feeling? She didn't like it.

Get yourself out of this funk! Aru told herself as she pinched the underside of her arm. she had to act like Kara, who had once broken out of a prison by herself (their father had been so proud) and get out.

As Aru dusted herself off she took a moment to look at the room she was in for materials she could use to make her escape. The room didn't have much, just some random pieces of glass she found under her closet and the sheets on her bed, but they would have to do.

Surveying her odd and slightly useless assortment of weapons and tools Aru started coming up with a plan. It was very risky and totally not what a sane person would do but that might work in her favor.

Dragging her bed to the windowsill, Aru climbed up and began slicing the thick bars with the piece of glass. Her plan was simple- cut the bars with the glass until it gave way and then get the hell out with the rope (and maybe commit some arson on the way out). Sure, it may not be quick and her hands might bleed a whole lot but it was better than sitting here like a princess from those fairy-tales Kara used to read to her before bed.

Focusing back at the task at hand she continued cutting the bars, slowly but steadily. She could see no progress but that was probably just because it was pitch-black and Aru was pretty sure she was yawning every 5 seconds. her vision was continuing to get blurrier and Aru was sure she was about to pass out against her will.

Until a piece of glass cut her hand, thankfully waking her up. Aru jumped back and took a look at her hand. It wasn't that bad, the wound was only skin-deep and it was only on half her hand. She could continue try to get out of the "Potatoes" prison.

Aru laughed as she thought of the nickname she had chosen for her "indestructible" enemies. Sure, the name Alu was fierce and noble but it also translated to potato. The pesky gang that always managed to outwit them was called a potato.

The person naming it must have overlooked that, she thought as she continued to cut the bars of the room with the glass.

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Kara paced the room as she tried to make sense of her situation. Aru was missing, there was a hole in the wall, and the prisoner was missing. And worst of all, the Alu gang had seen her sister without her mask.

Kara paused as she remembered the conversation she had had with her father.

"We're not going back for Aru and that is the last i'll hear of it Naci," her father had said with an unsettlingly cold gaze. "And even if she comes back you know the rules"

"but!-"

"this is the last I'll hear of it"

Kara took a second to steady her heart and breathe in, out, in, out.

She knew the procedure for unmasking. and she also knew what would happen if her sister came back with the opposing gang knowing her face. Her sister would get killed. No other choices, nothing.

But of course Father would make an exception for Aru, he always does, Kara thought bitterly. Aru, was, after all the only reason they were alive after all. There was no hiding the fact from Kara. But there was also the fact that, this time, her father might not make an exception.

Kara also knew that right now, wherever her sister was, she was planning an escape. She was like that. But now Kara had to make sure her sister didn't come back. She would have to save her sister's life.

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Aru sighed as she took a quick break from cutting the bars. She was halfway through them, which was faster than expected but not all that surprising.

After all, she hadn't slept in 51 hours. Yes, Aru kept count; she had an amazing memory that refused to not to keep count. It was annoying like that.

It had already been three days and it was safe to say that Aru was a bit panicky. Even though she was halfway through she couldn't keep up the same pace, her hand could get scarred irreparably and she would probably pass out from the blood-loss and lack of sleep, which wouldn't help her plan's of escape.

Sitting up from the comforter that they had provided, Aru sighed and got back up to try to finish what she had started, it was no use moping. The monotone action she partook in would help her escape and that was that.

Aru groaned. It had been another boring day filled with cursing as she accidently cut herself. It was boring, and slighty depressing.

At least the little food they give me is good, thought Aru, trying to find a bright spot in the situation she was in.

Click.

The sound of a door opening alerted Aru of another's presence. Aru looked up expecting to see a much... scarier adult, but she looked up to see a scrawny adult who looked like a kid so much that Aru wondered how anyone took him seriously. Who was he?

"Hello Wolf" the adult-who-looked-a-kid said "I see you've acquainted yourself. My name is Subala and-"

"Go away, Potato"

Subala made a motion that Aru thought looked a lot like the ruffling of feathers. "Where did you get such manners, young lady! Behave yourself!"

"Suuuuure, I will."

"Behave yourself!"

Aru sighed, this was going to be a long interrogation if that was what the bird-face was here for.