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"You couldn't talk him free?" Shade asked Hero quietly, nursing her bruised hand. Hero crossed her arms, a flare of hatred in her eyes - but somehow, Sin didn't think it was directed at Shade.
"Nobody could have. The copper that arrested him… it was his dad's friend. Smitherson."
A shadow fell across Shade's face, and she cursed under her breath. "Damn it. Where? What were you lot doing?"
Toxic took a breath before answering. "We were out scouting for an easy mark - you know, one that we could bring Roach to? Spider was helping us, and - and then Smitherson caught sight of him. It was down by St. George Boulevard, so they probably took him to the police holding station a couple blocks away."
Shade stretched her arm behind her back and yelled for Sparky, who came jogging over. Shade explained the situation quickly. "You're in charge until we get back. Nobody else leaves this warehouse until I'm back or there's an emergency, got it?"
Sparky nodded, a grim expression settling over her face. She headed further into the warehouse, Toxic following her. Hero and Sin tried to follow her, but Shade stopped them.
"Ah, no. You two are with me." Sin's eyes widened considerably. Hero he could understand - she might be able to talk their way through - but him? What did he have to offer?
"Why?" He asked, confused. Shade's lips pressed together tightly, and Sin could almost see the wheels turning inside of her head, as if she was evaluating what she wanted to tell him.
"You… you might be able to help in a way none of the rest of us can. It's - you'll understand at some point. It's difficult to explain, and you won't believe me until you experience it."
That just made made Sin even more confused. Now instead of one question, he had hundreds.
"I don't -"
"Look, are we going or what?" Hero cut in, an eyebrow raised. Shade straightened up and nodded, clearing her throat. She threw one last look at Sin, an indecipherable look in her eyes, before striding toward the door.
Sin put his hands on his head in confusion. What could she have possibly meant by that? He wouldn't believe her? At this point, Sin would have believed anything Shade told him (barring, of course, alien bullshit and the like).
"Are you coming?" Hero asked, and he could feel the judgement in her stare. He opened his mouth to reply before simply shrugging and following Shade out the door. He heard quiet footsteps behind him that meant Hero was on her way. He hurried to catch up with Shade, not wanting to be left behind.
They headed deeper into the city, walking slow enough to avoid suspicion but still keeping a faster pace than Sin was used to. After nearly forty minutes, Shade held her hand out to stop him before grabbing his arm lightly and ducking into an alleyway, pulling him with her. Hero joined them moments later.
"The building up ahead of us is the police station. They'll be holding him there for a couple more hours, 'cause while Smitherson is crooked, he's also a cop, and will have to fill out the tons of paperwork, so we have a little time. Hero, what can you tell me?"
Hero cleared her throat. "It's a Sunday, so there's only three cops on duty. Smitherson, another dirty cop who works for him, and this new guy that nobody's heard of. He's the fresh-faced, naive type; easy to manipulate."
Shade nodded. "Good - so if we create a distraction, New Guy will drag one of the other two to go check it out. That means we only have to deal with one copper."
Hero nodded. "If one of us distracts him, then the other can knock him out no problem."
Sin let out a nervous, skeptical laugh. "Right. 'Cause either of you could knock a man twice your weight unconscious."
Hero and Shade both turned to look at him, eyebrows raised. "Yes," said Hero, crossing her arms. "Because we learned how once we realized that adults can't be trusted."
Sin shook his head. "No, they're - they're not all bad!" They can't be, he thought. My parents had to have been good people.
Hero scoffed. "When has a grown-up ever done something good? Ever helped you out? Shade told me what your uncle did - did your aunt ever try to stop him? What about your teachers? They must have noticed what was going on at home, must have seen the bruises… did any of them ever call the police? No. Even if they had, what would the police have done? Absolutely nothing, if your uncle paid them enough. They -"
"Enough," Shade cut in sharply, glaring at Hero. Meanwhile, Sin took a step back, his mind whirling. Hero had a point… when had an adult really helped him? The only time he could remember a grown-up mentioning his bruises was when his maths teacher last year had told him to 'be more careful when running about'. But… he'd spent so long dreaming about his mother and father that he knew, he just knew, that they were good people - they would have helped him.
Wouldn't they?
"Oi! Sin. Sin. Assassin!" Shade said, waving her hands in front of his face. He shook himself, and looked back up at her. "We done with our little reminiscent moment? Good. 'Cause we're gonna need a distraction."
He nodded. "What can I do?"
"The naive guard - he's on desk duty in the front?" Shade asked Hero, who nodded in conformation, playing with the bottom of her hijab. "Then you'll just run up to him and say that your dad's being robbed. He'll run after you to help, 'cause often in this area, rich people will pay the cops that help them out. Forms a bond for when they need favors, y'know."
Sin swallowed nervously but nodded, ready to help. Shade and the others had taken him in, helped him escape the Dursleys (he pushed back the thought that no adult had ever offered to help him do that, and he'd had to rely on other children); the least he could do was provide a distraction so they could rescue Spider.
Sin ran inside, a bell ringing as he pushed the door open. A young man, perhaps in his mid-twenties, looked up.
"Hey, kid! Where are your parents?"
Sin forced a tear out of his eyes. "My - my papa - he - we were just - you gotta help him, sir! You gotta help him!"
The man rushed out of his chair and hurried to kneel down before him. "Sh, slow down, kid. What happened?"
"My - Papa and I, we were walking down the short cut, and some guy - he runs at us, and points his gun at Papa, and tells him to give him money. My papa -" Sin sniffled - "he told me to run, to get help, but - please, you gotta help him!"
The man nodded, and ran into a back room. Sin heard a groan and a quiet argument, before the man came racing back out, followed by a second (far more heavy-set) man, with a hideous handle-bar moustache. Sin was slightly bewildered, as he'd thought that people only had those in America.
However, he kept up his act. "Please, sirs - you gotta help my papa! He's - he's three streets down!" The younger man nodded.
"We will kid, don't you worry. You stay here, and don't leave this building, got it?"
Sin nodded, wiping a fake tear from his cheek. The two men headed out of the doors. As soon as they were gone, Sin headed toward the light switches. He turned off all of the lights, then turned them back on. He repeated this again, and moments later Shade and Hero headed in the door.
"Where's the third guy?" Sin asked them, whispering. Shade snorted.
"If I know Smitherson, he probably stayed behind to taunt Spider. He'll be in the back, with the holding cells."
Sin nodded, and they headed through the back hallway. They made it to a row of six cells, two of them occupied; however, there was no sign of any policemen.
"Spider!" Hero exclaimed, racing toward the cell at the end of the corridor. A young boy, perhaps fifteen, glanced up from where he sat on the floor of his cell. He had cropped black hair, and his olive skin complemented his grey eyes. However, none of these features could distract from the enormous purple blotch on his jaw, or the fact that his left eye was swollen shut.
"What took you guys so long?" Spider asked humorously, his voice smooth, contrary to his appearance.
"When I find Smitherson," Shade said angrily through gritted teeth, her eyes scanning Spider (presumably for further injury), "I'm going to fucking kill him." She nodded at Hero, rage still rampant in her eyes. Hero took something from her pocket and began to work on the cell door's lock.
Spider raised an eyebrow when he caught sight of Sin. "And who's this scrawny little guy?"
"That's Assassin," Hero said offhandedly, just as the lock clicked and the door swung open. Shade pushed Hero aside and bent down, helping Spider to his feet.
"Um - Sin," Offered Sin, liking the shorter version a little better. 'Assassin' sounded a little dramatic.
Spider snorted, limping his way out of the cell with Shade's help. "I'll bet Shade named you. She always did have a flair for dramatics."
Shade rolled her eyes. "Let's hurry - we still don't know where Smitherson -"
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the whole gang of street rats. I knew you'd come after him," came a deep, gravelly voice. Shade's eyes flew over Sin's shoulder and she cursed violently. A shadow flickered in Spider's eyes. Sin and Hero whirled around, to be met by the hulking form of a man in police uniform.
"Your daddy misses you, Christopher," he crooned, looking at Spider. Spider's jaw locked in fury.
"My name," he spat with surprising venom, "Is Spider." The man - Smitherson - took a step toward them. Some sort of instinct in Sin reacted, and he stepped in front of Spider and Shade. Smitherson raised an eyebrow.
"Who's this, then? I'm sure Christopher's father will… enjoy you, as well," he said with a sickening grin. He shot forward with surprising speed and grabbed Sin by the throat.
Images flashed before Sin's eyes; Uncle Vernon doing the exact same thing, Aunt Petunia doing nothing to stop him, the look in his uncle's eyes when he'd seen Shade, and the way Spider reacted to Smitherson. Some tension in Sin's eyes, that had been building ever since Smitherson had spoken, snapped. It was like a dam was released, and a wave of fury came crashing through Assassin's body. There was a flash of white light, and Smitherson was thrown across the room. His body smacked into the wall, and he collapsed to the ground, out cold.
"I knew it," breathed Shade.
So I hope you guys enjoyed it... I know that nobody really cares about my life and/or Doctor Who, but I'm gonna rant here anyway: ASLFKDJKFJSAGHAKJFSDFJAKSD THE NEW DOCTOR I CAN'T
also my best friend just came out as non binary, I'm so proud of them! They came out to their parents and their friends and to their new school and everything! Yay!