Anything Could Happen| 1.6 – There's a Dead Guy in your Closet
The temperature had dropped a few degrees by the time they reached the forest. The storm had started to pick up again, snow blowing around and occasionally hitting the two in the face.
"Through here," Lola motioned for Kid to follow her through a small path. "Nobody goes back here, especially during these storms…" She hurried over to a small clearing and glanced about for any campsites. "If we can find a bonfire or something…" she muttered.
"Everything is blanketed in snow," Kid commented as he glanced about. "You sure hiding out here is the smartest thing to do?"
"Uhh…"
Kid huffed. "How long are we going to wait out here? I don't have all day for you to figure things out."
"Shut up!" she whined as she knelt over what seemed to be a pile of burnt branches. "Maybe we can set a fire here?"
Kid frowned down at her. "They're already burnt up though, and probably wet from the snow…"
"Oh…" She sat on her bottom and glanced up at the clouds. "What do we do?" Snow piled up against her leg as he took a step towards her.
Kneeling down a bit, he said, "Listen, we can stay here in the cold, freezing our asses off hiding from a group of whips, or you can stop whining and help me find Killer."
"But what about the city watch?" she countered.
"There's nothing about them," he said.
"You don't understand though!" She crossed her legs and pointed up at his face. "These guys are the meanest, toughest, scariest men on this island! And they're after us because you had to go pick a fight with one of them!"
He laughed.
"It's not funny! This is serious and I can get into a lot of trouble here…like…like…like what if they want to throw me in jail?" Her eyes went wide in horror over the thought of it. "I'm not jail material! I'll get slaughter there! Or…or…OR WHAT IF THEY TRY TO HANG ME—"
Kid covered her mouth with his hand and smirked. "Shut up for a moment, will ya? You think that these guys are tough shit, but that's because you live on an island that ain't exposed too much. I mean, come on; that guy at the bar is the scariest thing in town? Really?"
She nodded her head and with a bit of effort, pried his hand from her mouth. "He is though!"
"Then think," he whispered. "What exactly happened today to the toughest man on this island, huh?"
"He got…" she started but slowly trailed off.
"…the shit kicked out of him," Kid finished for her. "By me. I got this covered. If they're stupid enough to pick a fight with me…or you, then I'll give them that fight."
"…"
He arose and glanced about before offering his hand to her. "Come on," he ordered. "Let's get outta here and find that bastard Killer, wherever the hell he's gone off to."
With a few blinks and a small sigh, Lola took his hand and was pulled upwards. Taking her hand back, she brushed the snow off and sent Kid a pathetic look. "I…guess…we can check back at the apartment to see if Killer returned…"
He nodded and turned before pausing for a second. He took something off his belt and handed it towards her. "Here, it belongs to you."
The knife glimmered in whatever little sunlight snuck through the clouds.
Waving her hands, she gasped and said, "No! I don't want it!"
"No, it's yours," he said louder this time. "You officially stole this from that guy in the bar." He pressed the knife into her hands.
"I…didn't steal it!" She pushed it back, making sure not to slice her fingers on it. "I…I…"
"You took it away from the owner and out of the establishment. If that's not stealing, I don't know what is."
"What…no…I…" She pushed past him quickly without the knife. "Come on, let's go find Killer."
Placing the weapon back onto his belt he said, "I'll just hold onto it until you decide you want it back."
Which will be never! She thought, tugging the neck of her coat up to hide the lower half of her face. Please…please let Killer be back at my place…
They took the smaller roads, avoiding popular areas frequented by the villagers and city watch. Occasionally, they would hear mumbled sounds of men arguing, to which they would quickly hid themselves and wait for them to pass.
Once they had arrived to the complex, Lola gasped when she noticed her front door wide open. "Somebody is in there!" she whispered to Kid, tugging his arm and forcing his attention at the entrance.
He gently pushed her behind him. "Just stand behind me…I'll go in there first and scope it out."
She followed him in.
Furniture was sprawled about, chair legs broken off, couch leather torn, and curtains ripped. Cabinets were wide open, with pots and pans covering the kitchen floor. Blood stained the carpet.
"There's nobody in here…" Kid said as he looked about. "I'll check out back, stay here and watch the front door."
"Okay," she said quickly before shutting the door. "Be careful…"
"…"
She watched his back as he entered the hallway, peeping left and right before pushing her bedroom door open. He quickly entered the room and she clasped her hands together as she waited.
"Come here!" Kid yelled suddenly, causing her to jump up. "It's safe."
Quickly making her way to her room, she peeped in and scanned the damage. Her clothes were everywhere, window shattered, desk flipped over, and her bed sheets torn. Frowning, she entered and kicked at a shirt. "What happened?"
"Look," Kid said, pointing to her closet. "There's a dead guy in there."
"What?" she gasped when she glanced down. Surely, there was indeed a dead man in her closet, chest covered in blood from a large slash wound. It's a one of the city watch…"He's…dead?"
"Looks like it," Kid answered, kneeling down and peeling back pieces of the man's shirt. "Yeah…this is pretty deep…"
"Somebody killed him…in here?"
"Well, yeah," Kid sneered. "Unless he was feeling like offing himself…Must have been Killer."
So…they are capable of killing…Lola pushed that thought back. Don't think about that right now…they're…helping you.
Standing up, Kid said, "I'd say it's time for you to pack up your important shit. You're going to need to find a new place to stay at right now, somewhere where they don't know to look for you."
She whimpered, kneeling down to fumbled around with her clothes. I guess I could stay at that family I visited yesterday…but it wouldn't be fair to drag them into all of this…Picking up a handful of clothes, she glanced around for a duffle bag and quickly dumped the items inside once she found one. She looked up at Kid.
"I'll…go wait outside," he said, leaving.
For the next few moments, she took random items she deemed important, including her new medical journal, and stuffed them into her bag. That should do it, she thought, nodding to herself.
Entering the living room, she began to say, "Hey Kid, I'm all…" but trailed off when she didn't see him. Going outside, she peered around for him, but he wasn't there either. Where is he?!
She went back into the apartment to do a double take, but failed to find him. Balling up her fists and stomping her feet, she groaned. Did he just ditch me?! I can't believe…that…that…THAT MEANIE!
"FINE!" she yelled as she slammed her door shut. "I'll just clean this up his mess on my own!" She stomped off down the path and muttered to herself as she scurried down Main Street.
Just go up to one of the men, tell them my side of the story, and be on my way. No of this would be happening if not for Kid, that stupid, rude, egotistical pirate!
She made a right on the small street that had the sheriff's office.
I don't even get why those old ladies get all hyped up about the idea of pirates…nothing but trouble…
She approached the office, glancing up at the patio from afar. There were a few men lingering around, with backs facing her, so none of them had noticed her.
Sucking in her breath, she lifted her leg to take the first step up the patio step. Her arm was gripped tightly, hand covering her mouth as she tried to scream, and she was pulled backwards.
Her body went tense as she was carried off, away from the sheriff's office and the small street. She tried to struggled, but whoever had her was stronger. Her legs went limp when she was shoved over behind a trail of trees, falling over into the snow.
"What the hell?!" she snapped as she turned her attention back, blinking when she was met by a familiar sight. "You!" she cried.
"Be quite," Killer whispered before grabbing her shoulders. "Where's Kid?"
To be continued…
Next Time: Killer tells Lola where he's been this whole time. Kid is missing, and a big fight is brewing up.
A/N: Thank you to everybody that has reviewed/followed/Favorited this story. It really means a lot to me and gives me motivation. :D