Chapter 2
Eliot
I walked into the apartment. I found a young girl sitting on the counter with a bowl of cereal in her hand.
"Hello?" I said as she jumped down looking almost terrified and looked at me. The girl could not be much older than a child. She looked so hungry. I glanced quickly over to the knives ready to defend myself. She was in Parker's clothes. Where was Parker? Why was there a stranger in the apartment? Why did she not call him? I looked back at the girl. "Listen kid put that stuff down and I will make you a real breakfast once you tell me where Parker is." She set the bowl down as her eyes darted toward Parkers' room as if she was answering my question out of pure fear.
Maisie
The man walked over to the room grumbling something about not being told anything as he brushed up against me. My gut told me to skip out. My head went to what Parker had told me last night about her being able to help me. I needed help. Picking pockets just wasn't working anymore. She seemed nice. I snapped back into reality as I heard him slam the door behind him as he walked into her room. I had to know what they were saying. So I waited by the door and listened.
Parker
I was relived the kid did not try to slip out in the night. I was in the middle of changing when Eliot busted through the door.
"Hello?" I said with half of my shirt on.
"Whose the kid, Parker?" He said harshly.
"Her name is Maisie, Eliot. She is going to be staying for awhile we need to help her."
"What makes you think we can help a kid? She is just a kid probably with no talent or skill. She is probably a nobody."
"I am a somebody. I have skill. You don't have a wallet anymore and I can just leave. I don't need charity or help or anything from you for that matter." Maisie said as she stormed through the door. Why did Eliot have to yell so she could hear? She knew the girl was crushed.
Maisie
They both just looked at me. "What? I can. Your just a hitter and a thief." They both stared at me in amazement. Saving the fact that they were most likely a couple for a later time. I observed thing and made connections. But the both looked at me like I was a circus performer.
"You told us what we are?" The man, I had come to know as Eliot, hissed at her.
"No, she didn't tell me anything. " I glanced at Parker seeing she was a little scared of him getting angry. I could already tell the girl did not handle anger of others well. Inside she must have the personality of a small child. It explained all the sugary cereal. She was more like me than I realized. "Listen, you slammed the door louder than a normal person in a state of anger would. When, you first saw me you glanced at the knives seeing if I had the possibility of reaching one. When you realize I could, you took a defensive stance probably out of habit. She," I said pointing at Parker, "is thin enough to fit in an air vent and said she could help make me better. At first, I thought she meant as a person, but I realize she meant as a thief." I then tossed Eliot's wallet at him and left the room just as I saw Eliot pull out his phone. I figured the adults needed sometime to talk.
