Hey readers! Guess who's favourite author is back? Oh I'm not your favourite? OK then ;-; But anyways I'm finally back in the writing groove. This chapter is long overdue, actually every chapter to every story is. But im gonna stop talking so you can read the story now.
"Stop! Theif!" A man yelled at the hooded figure running through the crowded streets of The Isle. He sighed and grumbled swear words as the figure disappeared within the crowd.
The figure pushed it's way through the tens of wicked people, ignoring all the shouts and swears. It came to a stop at a nearby alley way and turned into the alley.
"Right on time Jayla," A voice said, stepping out of the shadows.
"Aren't I always?" Jayla smirked.
"That, you are," The person said, a big wicked grin on their face.
"Alright Randy, let's get down to business I haven't got all day," Jayla said, removing her hood and letting are long black hair fall to her shoulders.
Ricky put his hands up in defeat. "Ok, ok. Did you bring what I asked?" The red haired boy asked.
"Three rubies as red as your freaky hair, check. A golden chain, check. And polluted water, check. I still don't know what your messed up head is thinking about with this stuff," She said handing him the bag of all the things she listed.
"Ok one: my hair isn't freaky. I got it from my grandma, and two: this stuff is going to come in handy when it's time," He said handing her a bag of his own.
Jayla gave him a weird look and took the bag. "Whatever you say Red Prince," She said snickering and walking off.
Jayla once again found herself in the crowded streets. It wasn't hard to navigate through, but it was annoying to push past all those smelly imbeciles.
She finally found herself out the crowd and prepared to walk home. However, she was interrupted by a sudden yank at her side and the next thing she knew, her bag was gone.
Her head moved from side to side until she spotted someone running off with her bag. She darted in that direction as the person jumped of boxes and on to the tops of tents. Jayla had to act quick so she grabbed a small pouch from her side.
She opened it and stuck two fingers into the pouch. She sprinkled the dust onto herself and she instantly began floating. I'll have to thank Ricky for this later, she though. Her eyes began scanning the area for the theif. Gotcha, she smirked.
She glided above the crowd, keeping her eyes trained on her moving target. The person turned a corner and ran into a worn down building. She flew in through a broken window, almost cutting herself on the glass.
She softly landed, making sure not to alert her robber. The building was really old and had two floors. She could here the steps creaking.
"That was almost too easy," The person said. It was a male voice and Jayla felt like she'd heard it somewhere.
Easy huh? We'll see about that, she thought to herself. As soon as he turned the corner she pounced, slaming her forearm into the back of his head. He fell to the ground with a thud and a loud creak from the almost broken floor.
He groaned as she flipped him over and she instantly recognized him. "Hayden?" She hissed.
He stirred before looking up and right into Jayla's eyes. "Oh, the lovely Jayla. It is an honor to steal from you," He smirked. Jayla tightened her grip on his shirt and growled.
"What's your business stealing from me? Don't you know my dad can easily throw your sorry ass into the prison chambers," She said, the anger in her voice subtly hidden.
All he did was widen his wicked smile. "You would like that wouldn't you?" he giggled wickedly, "But I'm sorry to inform you that my dad wouldn't be too pleased and would most likely bust me out and that wouldn't be good now would it?" He poked his bottom lip out in a fake pout.
Jayla glared at him. She really wanted to punch him in a few places but she wouldn't fall victim to his bait. She had one goal in mind and that was too get this bag home. It was important and she wouldn't let anyone stop her, not even Hayden Hook.
"Look, what you have is an improtant delivery and I need it back," She said, trying to keep things calm.
He looked at her with fake sympathy. "Aww does little Jayla need to bring something home to daddy? It'd be a shame if something were to happen to it," He said.
Jayla stared at him coldly and got up, forgetting she had been straddling him this entire time. She yanked his arm up, and he stood circling his now sore arm. "How about this, you give me back the sack and I'll give you something," She said, growing tired and irritated.
Hayden looked at her with a mischievous smile. "And with would you be willing to give?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
She looked him in his cold blue eyes with a determined stare. "Whatever you want," She said.
He giggled lightly again. "Anything huh? This must be really important. If I give you this you wll be in my debt," He said, his smiling dropping and his eyes growing serious.
"Whatever," She rolled her eyes and reached for the sack. Hayden pulled back and tsked.
"I need your word little miss," He held out his hooked hand. Jayla sighed before shaking it. He smiled once again before tossing the sack at her.
She caught it quickly and pushed past him, walking down the steps and leaving the old building. "Remember you gave me your word," Hayden called from the doorway.
She rolled her eyes and walked away, heading into the direction of her home. Hold on dad, your birthday gift is almost home, she thought.
Thank you guus for reading. Now that introductions are over the real fun can begin *evil laugh* :D. I have alot of things planned for this story so stay tuned. Also who is your favorite character. Im leaning toward Hayden. Anyways until next time, byeee. (Also Descendants 2 was soooo good)