Ethereal (BxB)

Chapter 4

L U C A

11:52 PM

"For one last question. Life or wealth?!" Still, the other one won't manage to speak. He let's it spill until someone caused a loud sound from the first floor. We all shuddered and so I took the advantage to share my plan to Peter.

The thief sigh and grumble as if he was out of patience now. Then I hear the safety trigger disables which was a big disadvantage now. My plan drops and the only thing to do is, kneel... I don't know. But if this can help, I nudge Peter to do so, as he oblige quickly. "Please, we have a safe at the basement. One-one-one-five-two-zero-zero-four is the password. Just... Let this slip, I can't let anyone die..." I muttered.

"Finally," Yes, finally he spoke. "Bring that dude in the basement, I'll watch the others." With that, the more talkative thief lanced forward to grab me on my hair which was the way for him to make me stand on my foot.

"C'mon, pretty boy."

We gone by just a few minutes down stairs. He used his own flashlight while holding me by my collars, until he stop where the location of our basement was set. "You need to get the key," I informed him, receiving a not so deadly glares but the sort of irritated and taunted.

"I have gun," And yes, he used his gun to unlock the door obviously. "Now, tell me which two of those shits were you referring earlier?" He asked, referring to the square ornaments stuck on the basement walls while we're on the first stair.

Out of the blue, he threw his arm around my neck and I stumble slightly embarrassing because I almost touched his crotch in my hand just to support my body off the verge of being unfortunate. "You can take a hold of it. Maybe you'll enjoy eating it as well while I'm unlocking the safe."

His joke isn't funny, it's not that bad either, nor it's f*****g disgusting. Who the hell does he think I am? A damsel in destress girl be like? Well, he missed...

"Fucki-" he was cut off by the strength I batted on his head, but why did he fell? I'm not that strong and muscly, plus he's way more bulkier and larger than me in any aspects, so why? A wooden sword can't bash someone that easily. But it's not just a wooden sword from my past that made the thief fell.

It was also from the syringe that help him sleep and I don't know if that's just coincedental. Because whom shall use a thing, specially me to dispose someone in an easy way? I don't even has that. Or my friend, or my family, my family's friends, my family's friends' relationships and so on? And when it's time to reveal who did that... The morphism had my facial expression fast and hasty to change.

There's a guy - not just a guy, but definitely the guy who just waved at me using his shadow reflected at our balcony's ledge. On his hand you can find a small crossbow, and on the other was occupied with papers... Picture papers... However, my focus quickly distracted as soon as he run off my sight, and the light he's using take off quickly.

One more thing I noticed. The way his body moved gives me weird affection. It's like this man, yeah, this man. Are you somewhat just like me? An endorser? Or perhaps a guy with a job mentioning models? Sure he is. No kidding, he's tall - very tall, he's ripped by just staring, he's good looking if you may ask - even though he has his face covered with a lot of fabrics, and the presence he's bringing was like far from being decent. He's bad. Hot bad.

Meanwhile, me from the dark place. I cleared my throat in disbelief because of the realization that I'm with a sleeping fugitive right now. "Lu?!" Peter -I assumed- yelled at the top of his throat through roof. Causing me to c**k a little bit harsh.

I turn my flashlight on again, and come at their place. Hurriedly and reluctantly, I pierce inside and saw Peter looking out of the window while mom was still on her place, sitting on that comfy bed she owns. "Mom?" I stride near my mom and hold her hand softly. "Is everything alright?"

"Everything is all right, my dear." She corrects, before sighing and digging back on her bed. "Go fetch for an electrician, this solitude might be the reason why they came here. And luckily, someone helped." Mom said, looking at the window where Peter was onto.

Maybe... He's a nice person? Or... He helped because he walks pass us? But no, he waves and come inside? How did he came here all by himself since this is far from the city? Right? What a suspicious and nice person... But still, he's indeed, a wonderful citizen. "Police mobile, they're approaching our way, quickly." Peter scram on his stance, rushing down to meet the officers.

By the way, how come that guy brought weapon with him? Does he knew this would happen? Or... He just knew something I didn't? When I look behind me to see the second thief which wasn't a talkative like the other, I can notice he had something on his neck too. The syringe. But never mind. "Mom, did that s**t do something to you?" I asked carefully.

Mom look at me on the eyes, she seemed relaxed and a bit nonchalant at my question but she still answers, "None of them had ever touched me because of this guy who have a nice kind of perfume. He shot one of those thieves on their neck and disappeared after a few seconds." Ow... Just like how he saved me.

"Don't worry mom, I'm putting this house on market sooner. Besides, Rose already claimed the apartment she bought months ago. We'll be safe there. Okay?" And she nod.

"-positive." I hear a male voice breaking inside. He has a blue lamp, uniform, and a gun crossed with a small flashlight as it was formed into a combat-ready stance. "One male, one elderly female." He keeps talking on himself and I, we, finally keep distance towards those fugitives. They help us out first for safety treatment then they called an electrician to fix the cable of wirings that connect our post.

Ding!

I furrow my brows in eternal shock. Without turning off my flashlight, I click on the view button through new message popping on the screen.

: Am I hot?

... So... But... Never mind, maybe I was just over thinking. When I was about to push my phone inside where it was destined to be; my pocket, a new message that definitely made me feel creeper.

: Your elementary and junior year in highschool pictures seemed to be very delicious.

And...

: Riped and ready to be popped. We just see each other personally. How do I look like?

I really don't have any intentions to reply, but he provoked me. I'd get angry because how did he get that? Yes, he searched for it. But why? Isn't that irritating?

: The f**k are you talking about?!

With exclamation point, I mean it.

: Well, is that the right thing how to treat somebody who just saved your life?

I grimace.

I hate and afraid to say that he's yes, right. Very right. No wonder why he did that because he wanted to use my consent against what I despise. In short or in an accurate way; he'll be using my consent as his shield against everything I do. Okay, it's not the accurate term but maybe... It can help for me.

: I put something in your desk ;)

Oh damn, that's the technique of Pewee whenever he flirts someone. And I have no choice but to be intrigued.

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Title:

King's strength but Queen's inteligence.