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Oh there is no way this guy is gonna catch me. Some would consider a thought like this to be cocky, but to her it was motivation. She repeated this thought in her mind as she repressed the pain in her legs and willed them to move faster. Her heart beat excitedly from the thrill of the chase. She began to disappear from her pursuer. In her peripheral vision she saw the vendor becoming smaller and smaller as she continued to enjoy the high she got from her danger. Her feet no longer felt attached to her body, as she focused on nothing but the distance to be crossed. Running came naturally to her, since agility is a virtue the small are gifted with. She was focused on her lungs' love affair with the sweet air they breathed in. Lost in a world all her own, it wasn't until the carriage appeared suddenly in front of her that she was brought back to reality. The sight of the brown mass stopped her as quickly as if she had hit it. Her heart was jumping inside her chest threatening to break free. She glanced behind her in fear of being caught more times in the few seconds she paused than she thought possible. As the carriage lazily passed from her path it revealed the dark blue uniform standing across from her that those on the street learned to fear.
"Stop her THIEF! THEIF!" came the rasping, deep voice of a man who dips into his vending cart for a snack far too often. His words were slurred as his thick body gasped for more air than his lungs could hold.
The words startled her, finding the escape she so desperately needed she turned the corner and ran full speed past the unfamiliar buildings. With the cop chasing her the portly vendor accepted his defeat. His reasoning now suggested that the money he lost in stolen merchandise was not worth the pain his body was currently experiencing. He rested his plump hands on his knees in an effort to maintain his breathing and remained there beaten by his own physical inability.
And then there were two.
The shrill sound of the high pitch whistle filled her ears as she expertly ran through the streets of Brooklyn. Years of the streets had taught her valuable tricks that had saved her many times. The plan required little thought since it was used so often it came to her naturally. She rounded every corner as sharply as she could, without falling, in the hopes of losing her pursuer. Once she was far enough ahead that he lost sight of her in those first few seconds she was on a new block she would steal her opportunity. In the thirty-second window of time that she had she would run into the first building on the block and hide inside. Normally, a cop would continue running straight not noticing the closing door of that first building. On occasion an intelligent officer would want to search within, being too wise to be fooled by this plan. That's when the streets stepped in to save her. This was Brooklyn after all, and unless she had run into some snobby aristocrat's house, those in the building wouldn't rat her out. She took the first chance she got and moved as quickly as her tired feet could carry her. Without stopping to notice anything of her surroundings she chose a building and acted immediately. She didn't stop running once inside either. Her feline eyes noticed the stairs instantaneously and scaled them with great ease. She pulled open the sole door at the top of the stairs and began scanning the room for a place to hide.
Instead she found ice cold cerulean eyes penetrating through her own pale green ones. Attached to those steely eyes was a boy. His sun kissed hair dropped heavily into his face, framing his crystal orbs. His perfect jaw line, currently clenched, warned of both his strength and displeasure. Any doubts were silenced by his equally well chiseled physique. His partly covered body radiated confidence even caught in this vulnerable state. He pulled his shirt on slowly as if regretting having to cover his muscles for any reason. His height was not an exceptional strong point for him, although not a soul took notice, not even himself. Had those eyes been soft the girl would have swooned from his devastatingly good looks. However, the ice built up within them held her frozen within their glare. They forced their way past her walls with their sharpness, piercing right into her soul. Desperately she struggled to rebuild those walls and protect her vulnerability. The failed attempt brought her predatory instinct back and she attempted to read straight through him as he had done. The jaggedness became too much for her as the crystals effortlessly continued cutting their way into her deeper and deeper. It was unbearable as much as it was impossible to tear her gaze away. Her viridian orbs were defeated. All they could see were those penetrating eyes, and all he saw was an intruder.
Within seconds he had crossed the room without breaking his glare. Upon closer inspection she recognized disgust within the ice, she reacted slightly furrowing her brow unintentionally. He ignored her questioning stare as he grabbed her arm and began leading her down the stairs. Her breathing was still not under control and the expert runner found it difficult to keep the boy's pace. His grip on her arm tightened and she focused on the new pain in her arm. The length of the stairs seemed unending as she wriggled in every direction she could in an attempt to free herself from the pain. With her first step on flat ground she ripped away from his fingers, sampling only a portion of the strength his body possessed. She rubbed her arm knowing a bruise was forming beneath her soft touch. Anger flowed through her veins replacing even the thought of fear at the situation. Anger gave her the bravery to address him.
"What the fuck are you doing?!?" The anger poured out of her solidly hitting the wall in his eyes. It bounced off leaving him unaffected and her frustrated. He smirked. Mocking her anger with his calmness he leaned back against the white-washed wall, and slowly took out and lit a cigarette. Taking his time to frustrate her more he took a long drag from it, enjoying every moment of having smoke-filled lungs. His voice came calmly speaking in a matter-of-fact tone. It was devoid of all emotion other than simple amusement.
"You walked into my room without permission" As if she should have known this. He took another drag, the enjoyment of his cigarette was heightened as he watched the anger take control of the girl. While clearly stronger than her, his age made him seem unthreatening. Normally, she would have feared him afraid of being violated or killed. Instead she felt betrayed by this street-boy, clearly not much better off than herself. Her misplaced anger at his hypocritical disrespect outweighed the logic that would have told her that she had interrupted him in his own room. This emotion displayed itself upon her every feature.
The chestnut silk spun from her head and lay in perfect patterns against her back. The natural honey highlights only existed in those pieces near her face. She was forever pushing them back, currently in anger. They fell back over her head aligning themselves with the pieces that permanently resided there. This perfect mixture of chocolate and caramel lasted only momentarily, the lightness knowing it didn't belong. It fought its way back forward trying optimistically to brush against her soft skin. She was constantly rejecting them, and throwing the unwanted highlights back, but they refused to stay. Her light emerald eyes turned to daggers, trying to stab a hole in her opponents perfect bulwark. Steel is no match against stone, and the fire burned dim in her eyes despite the anger that fueled it. Her unpainted lips were trembling as the rage needed an outlet to be released through. They were bitten roughly. The ripped pieces of pink skin were visible and unattractive to look at. The overly-bitten mess matched her devoured raw nails. The boy's clothing she wore were too loose fitting to see much of her form. The only thing obvious was that she was too skinny. Her bitten features already suggested a slight lack of food. The streets feed their children poorly.
"I walked into your room without permission?" She accused with frustration replacing the anger on her features. Her voice broke as she still fought for control over her breathing. The tone in her voice threateningly asking the question are you serious? She released the anger on those loving caramel highlights, abusing them every time they dared near her delicate face.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" She asked apparently thinking herself intimidating, as she took a step toward him menacingly, still accusing him of thinking himself better than her.
He scoffed at her vain attempt and without removing the cigarette from his mouth he grabbed her arm again skillfully in the same place as before, causing her to wince slightly in pain. He violently walked her toward the door, his fingers digging into her skin. Her first struggle against his tight grip proved educational when she released herself from the agony much more quickly this second time. She didn't stop to massage her bruised skin this time, instead she showed no symptoms of pain and arrogantly walked herself towards the door. She turned once shooting him a look that a wiser man would have feared. He remained unmoved and with his newly freed hand took another drag of his cigarette. After exhaling he spoke again as billowy white smoke escaped with his words.
"I'm Brooklyn" He did not look at her as he responded he focused on the smoke being released from his lips in perfect O's. They served to amuse him more than she did at the moment, as though she should be honored he chose to answer her rhetorical question at all.
The second look she threw him would have inspired a chill through the confident body of the smoker had he bothered to look at the girl. In her anger she spat back at him venomously before leaving.
"No I am".
