Critical Consequences
Chapter One: The mistake that began it all
The slight woman slid the piles of jewelry off the chesterfield into the bag she had brought along. She lifted her forearm to wipe the sweat building off her brows. What ran through her veins at that moment instantly screamed exhilaration. This of course would bring sweat to anyone's face. Maybe after getting used to it, (which honestly she must have done) should probably decrease the intensity of such a situation. She quickly turned her head and took a look around the room; making sure she hadn't missed any valuables, completing her ritual.
Suddenly the sound of a door slamming into the wall echoed throughout the house. The blonde immediately froze in place. What just happened? Most would agree that this was not exactly an ideal situation. Are they back? She was utterly surprised at the situation, this had obviously not happened in a while.
For a brief second, shuffling could be heard below the frightened girl. Her accomplices had taken their designated hiding places. Another loud thump brought her out of her daze, and she immediately dove under the bed. In a silent movement of course.
At this point, the footsteps came at a much more frequent pace. Hidden in the darkness, the blonde's heart rate rose to a similar pattern. This cannot be happening to me… But, it was indeed happening to her.
The unexpected guests seemed to be aiming towards the very room this woman had taken cover in. Her heart rate rose once again, to almost an audible sound. Why?
A woman's laughter could finally be heard down the hall. Why do they have to come here..?There was actually quite a plausible reason for this, but at a time like this one cannot expect themselves to think at 100%.
The other woman sounded as though she was intoxicated. Her shoes that one could only assume had a big lanky attachment on the heel were clanking all over the place. She seemed to have tripped a couple times. And though her voice could not be completely understood, the woman underneath the bed could tell there was some sort of slur to it. She sighed in relief; this may be easier than I thought… That of course was a pre-empted assumption. Soon after she realized that the woman's slurred euphony was accompanied by a masculine tone. God damn it…. She grumbled to herself.
Soon the couple entered the room; the blonde under the bed held her breath and froze in place in attempts to prevent herself from being noticed. The duo quickly plunked themselves on the bed, the woman giggling like an ecstatic school girl. Under the bed, the secretive woman's eyebrows immediately rose. This was not what she needed in her day. First they come home… now this?
It at least slightly scared the woman in hiding. This would not be very pleasant for her if she had to stay down there. Maybe I can… get out while they're distracted… Possibly she could, it made sense. As the giggling came at an incessant pace Blondie, slid half her body into the light. They were definitely distracted, which although disturbing was absolutely a plus for her. Soon enough, her whole body was uncovered by the bed. She hastily crawled out of the room, pausing when she passed the door to take a breath. That was… lucky? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't right then, it didn't matter to her she was out of there.
She stood up and tiptoed down the stairs, surprisingly still carrying the bag holding the stolen goods with her. Noticing this she shot her fist up in the air and mouthed out score. She had somehow made it out of there with the goods! At this point it seemed extremely lucky. But she was in for a huge shock.
As she made her way down the stairs, she took notice of one of her colleagues hiding behind a sofa. She smiled and waved, although at first it seemed like a loss, it was now a triumph in her mind. She promptly tip toed over to her partner in crime.
"They're kind of busy now.." she whispered, a smirk slowly growing on her face. The man raised one eyebrow, refraining from actually speaking.
"You know…" She winked, her voice rising to some extent. The man once again avoided speaking; only raising his index finger to his lips. The blonde merely rolled her eyes.
Terminating her own speech, she motioned towards the closest exit. The young man stood, and followed his acquaintance towards the door.
The girl mouthed the question, "Where are they?" to him. He immediately inferred the meaning of her query. He shifted his head towards the door. She nodded.
After exiting the building the two took refuge at the side of a wooden table hidden to behind the architecture. The man finally released his voice, "That was close.." the powerful voice could only be heard by the young woman beside him.
A smile instantaneously broke out on her face. "Yeah it was" she elbowed him lightly on the shoulder. Only then did a smile also show its self on his mug. This only strengthened his partner's smile. The two probably could have spent the next few hours that way. But, they were interrupted.
The blonde leaned backwards, simultaneously knocking a plate on the ground. It shattered, assembling a booming reverberation.
"Teagan!" the man raised his voice for the first time that evening. He glared at her, it seemed he was not the only one to notice the sound.
The duo jumped up and ran, "I'm sorry…." She verbalized, a genuine look of guilt appearing on her face. The man only grumbled to himself, avoiding eye contact.
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"I'm so sorry!" the blonde woman exclaimed, sitting in the back of some kind of vehicle.
"It doesn't matter, we are still in this situation.." he once again glared at her, he had already given enough glares that any average human being would have lost track of the amount.
"Well, I am sorry!" She growled back at him. How can he be so insensitive, I mean it wasn't on purpose…..
"You better be!" he yelled right back at her. "But your apologetic behavior will not change the facts!" he looked her in the eyes. "We are in the back of some sort of law enforcement vehicle for a crime that we did in fact do!" the man was clearly angry.
"Okay, well I'm sorry I can't change that but…" she trailed off seemingly thinking to herself.
"Uh huh…" the brunet was growing impatient.
Teagan nodded her head towards the metal chain holding the door shut. "It is slightly odd that they didn't place a guard in here with us…" the fellow criminal spoke more to himself than the woman sitting beside him.
"Okay so…" the blonde began, "If we can somehow get these hand cuffs off…." She shook her two interconnected hands in the air. "Then we can get out of here" the two smiled, somewhat like evil maniacs.
"Got any suggestions?" she asked the man beside her.
"Um…." He brought himself into deep thought, or what appeared so. "I think I have a knife in my back pocket.." the girl's smile rose to a whole new level or 'evil maniac' one that could not be calculated by even the human eye.
She leaned backwards and pulled the blade out of his back pocket, quick to cut off the rope ties of her partner. He steadily returned the favour.
"Okay so…." The enormous smile on the blonde's face grew by the second. "I think you have the strength to break that piece of shit" this was a huge point in the both of their lives. This could prevent the two of them from ending up with a missing hand, or worse in the gallows.
He stealthily smashed the metal chain and lock to bits with the heel side of his boot. They both smiled for a moment. "They probably heard that, so we should get our asses out of here.." his companion nodded and they swiftly pulled open the door and ran for their lives.
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"This is exiting!" Teagan bellowed throwing her arms up in the air.
"My god…" the brunet rolled his eyes. "You are so immature…" Blondie turned and gave him an 'are you serious' look.
"Oh come on, you know this is exiting" she got into pouncing position, in case he disagreed.
"I guess it is…." He trailed off at some sort of loss for words. "A bit thrilling" he admitted.
"A bit?" Teagan questioned the man of taller stature than her.
"Yes, only a bit" he grumbled aloud in reply to the woman who had indeed caused him a great deal of grief recently.
"But… I mean…. We're fugitives!" she made a humph sound. "Am I seriously the only one who finds this exiting?" she exclaimed, clearly bothered by his reaction.
"Yeah, probably" he stated bluntly.
"WHAT?" she shrieked with a deafening vigor. "You're full of shit Quinn, you're full of shit" she glared, with the knowledge that reasonably she was correct.
"What was that…" the man began, "Were you intending to induce premature deafness?" he accused the woman he had spent the last week or so with. "God damn it keep your voice down!" the man roared, raising his own voice.
"And the pot calls the kettle black….." Teagan spoke in an ominous tone that suggested his hypocrisy.
The man in question raised an eyebrow nice and high. Who the hell talks like that? Well… Teagan obviously….
Quinn slammed his arms into the wooden infrastructure as he leaned backwards. "God damn it…." The man went off to a good start, lots of cussing. "I'm going crazy…" he may have lost at least a bit of his sanity at this point.
The girl beside him smiled, "Yeah… you may be," He snarled back at her.
"If I am, you sure as hell are too" Quinn was unmistakably in an irritated state of mind.
"Whoa there Quinn, getting a little pissed off aren't we?" she chuckled at her comrade's recent behavior. Quinn merely snorted.
The pair laid there for a while. Until Quinn fell asleep, that interrupted the pattern they had formed over the last week or so. Teagan decided, a kick would be the best solution.
She kicked his leg, in order to prevent extreme amounts of damage. It didn't appear to affect him. So she kicked again, with a bit more force.
He quivered and she stopped for a moment. That doesn't look too good….
The man opened his eyes in a second, "JESUS CHRIST TEAGAN WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?" he roared at the woman who had just taken the liberty of kicking him in the leg.
"Perfect People don't have problems" her face looked as though it was in the perfect position to stick her tongue out.
"Well you obviously are not perfect!" a sleep deprived Quinn was not a happy one.
Teagan pounded her hand into her heart, "I'm hurt, how could even say such a thing?" sarcastic pain was indeed something Quinn had become accustom to.
"Sorry, but I was just stating the truth.." he rolled his eyes, then rolled his own body over.
"Anyways…." Teagan began. "Before you fall asleep again, we should probably get checked into some sort of hotel…." She trailed off suggesting that he get up.
He rolled his eyes, "alright…" getting up off the place he had sat for the past few hours. "I suppose that is actually a good idea…" speaking more to himself. "First one in a long time" He muttered under his breath. But somehow Teagan had caught wind of it. She simply glared at him as they went searching for an affordable hotel.
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The two had finally found refuge after what must have felt like hours. Teagan instantly plopped onto the bed. Quinn jumped right beside her.
"Get out!" she kicked at him with what little strength she had left.
"Why?" he questioned her intentions.
"Because you're a man and you should do the chivalrous thing…." She continued her kicking.
"What…?"He questioned. "Chivalry is dead, so if you want to sleep alone get out yourself," He moseyed on under the covers.
"Get out…" she repeated herself.
"Get out if yourself if you want to be alone…" he grumbled while turning to face the opposite side of Teagan.
"Just….." she cut herself off. She had fallen asleep.
"Thank you!" Quinn looked upwards. He was evidently speaking to those who may be above him.
In no time at all, Quinn had fallen asleep himself. The two had ended up in an extremely awful town. The kind of cheap, crummy, crime filled community that the pair had familiarized themselves with. The pirate infested municipality was the only place the two could think to go in the Caribbean. Tortuga. They were in Tortuga, which may not have been the place of their dreams but offered freedom . As the fugitives they currently were, this was about as good as they were going to get.
A/N: Alright! I have written something, where shit actually happens! So I really hope you liked it, and if not I hope you at least give me your feedback. Okay and if you plan to continue reading this, I'd like to know whether or not you think I should or shouldn't incorporate Quinn a little more into the story. So this is gunna be an OC (Teagan) X Jack story! And BTW the name of the story doesn't actually have to do with this chapter it has to do with the plot I have thought up in the future. Oh PS, if there aren't like indications of time skips or just spaces between paragraphs please do tell me so that I can prevent anyone else from going through that tragedy.