I was hiding in the shadows of the night in New York. I was in the middle of a heist. I was stealing money from a bank, I'd used my powers to get in without setting off the alarm… also known as using my powers to turn off the alarm without needing the password. I'd also used my powers to unlock the door to the safe using the same electricity that kept it locked!
I was just sneaking around the corner to get to the section of the city that I lived in when I bumped into someone. I threw myself behind the corner but they had a firm grasp on my wrist. I looked up, using my most innocent face I could muster. I never really made it a habit to look innocent. So I know it didn't really work well.
"Eleven. I finally caught you." I frowned.
"You were looking for me?" I asked, easily sliding the money to where he couldn't possibly find it. Though he spotted the movement. He grabbed my other arm and held up my hand by force despite my struggles. I grinned and zapped him. He didn't let go.
"I was expecting that type of behaviour from you Eleven, that's why I took the proper precautionary measures." He snatched the money bag. "Now are you going to come willingly or are you going to be difficult?" I scoffed at him.
"I don't even know you." He took out an official police identification card, it flapped open to show his name and what and who he worked for. The FBI or something.
"Lieutenant Steel, at your service." I smirked at him.
"No thanks. Your services aren't required." His face twitched.
"You have a mouth kid." He dragged me by my wrist back to the bank I just robbed! "This is a Federal Bank, did you really think you'd get away with it kid?" He pointed out the cameras around the place. The one time I don't bother to blow out the power, I get caught!
He dropped the money bag where I got it and then he dragged me to a cop car that just drove up. NYPD. I was shoved into the back and Steel got in the front. They began driving. I scoffed, crossed my arms, and leaned into the backseat.
"The kids' an orphan, lives on the streets, a menace in the city." The cop who brought the car said.
"Hey! You talkin' about me?! You got something to say, you say it to my face! Coward."
"Keep it down back there!" Steel ordered.
"What you say can and will be held aga-" Steel raised his hand.
"Wait, Jeff. I'm not taking him to prison." The car almost skidded to a halt before driving normally.
"What?! But he's-"
"Just a kid. He's eleven years old."
"But he's-"
"I know what he's done. Every kid deserves a second chance, this is the first time he's ever been caught red handed."
"Then what exactly are you going to do with him then?"
"Give him a proper home for an eleven year old, of course."
"You can't just pick a kid up off the streets, it's illegal."
"I know. But for now he's coming home with me." The cop nodded.
"I'm not going home with any of you-" Think of an insult! "-bitches!" Steel was visibly seething. I smirked. "Let me go and I'll get out of your hair."
"Not a chance kid." The cop- Jeff said. The car stopped soon and Steel got out, opening the back door. I scooted as far away as I could to keep away from him.
"Don't touch me!" I smiled. "You might get fried to a crisp." He grabbed my ankle and pulled me closer before grabbing my forearm. "Hey!" I tried zapping him again but I got the same results. Hmm. I'm no scientist but I think I need a new tactic.
I was dragged toward his house. "Thanks for the lift, Jeff." He called. Then he glared at me. "Now to deal with you, brat." I glared right back at him.
"I'm not a brat! I'm a criminal! Don't know many criminals who admit to that, do you punk!" He yanked me into his house.
The house was very misleading on the outside. Sure it advertizes being two stories tall, but dang is it big! And spacious! We were in the entrance hall, on both sides were medals this dummie earned probably. However, at the end was a three way. I didn't get to peek much because he dragged me forward.
It was a room with more hallways but the main part of the room was a living room, fitted with a flat screen HD TV, couches, love seats, lounges, foot stools, a glass wall with a glass metal door to the backyard, I guess. I couldn't see because the blinds were drawn closed. The furniture was all brown leather.
I was thrown over a couch, one of the rounded arms. "Let me show you what I do with mouthy brats." I heard a strange, rapid swoosh sound come from his direction before he spoke again. "I hope your ready for this, kid."
Whap! I jumped from the sensation that noise seemed to cause at my rear. He held firmly down on the middle of my back.
"The hell man!" I shouted, reaching back to keep those noises away. Said hand was moved to the middle of my back.
Whap! I cried out at that one, it hurt lower than the last one. Then I had a thought. Pain doesn't just come out of no where!
"Really?! You're hitting me?!" I shouted at him, furious.
"I'm giving you a well deserved spanking kid, there's a difference. If I were hitting you, I'd be abusing you, which is a criminal offense." He didn't miss a beat.
"Oh? And this isn't?" He delivered the next two in rapid succession.
"I'm going to teach you to watch your mouth if it kills me kid!" With that I felt him yank my cargo pants down, which was possible because I'd lost the button a while ago. Sure I steal and stuff, I'm just not that concerned with clothes. I only replace those when they either get too small or shred somewhere I don't want them to.
"You can't do this to me!" I shouted at him, reaching back with my other hand. "I won't let you!" He sighed.
"Even my most stubborn men would know better than to mouth off to me in the position you're in. Let's step this up a notch." With that he sped up his tempo, delivering more… hits in less time than before. He hit me from the thighs and up. He managed to do that three times in a row before I felt tears pricking the corners of my eyes. Dang it!
"H-hey! C-can we, like, talk about this or something?" I had to bite my lip twice to keep a whimper from escaping!
"Near your breaking point kid?"
"Kevin Eleven never breaks! I'm an adult!"
"Hah! If you were an adult, you'd be in prison right now. You're eleven years old, you're nothing but a kid who's never learned any manners." I growled.
"Fine! Throw me in jail! I'll be the best prisoner there!"
"You have no idea how prison works, do you?" He asked. …
"Of course I do! Best fighter is top dog! Just like in the real world!"
"That type of talk only proves you're a kid." I'd been keeping my cries quiet up until he said that.
"I am an adult!" I sobbed. I have to be, who else is going to look after me? Everyone leaves me alone, never truly staying so I have to be the adult so I can make sure I stay alive. Otherwise I'd be dead by now. "I am an adult." He delivered one more set of hits before he released my arms and I went sprawling down into the seat of the couch. I laid there, crying, ignoring him.
It took me a minute to realize he wasn't going to ignore me. He was touching me! I moved away from him but the couch prevented much movement. He was rubbing my back, whispering things to me about how everything would be alright and how he would make sure I was taken care of. I hate to admit it but that frightened me. The only 'take care of' I knew was making someone not alive anymore. "A-mm I g-going tooo j-jaill?" I whispered.
"Of course not kid. I said you weren't, didn't I? It takes a lot more than that to change my mind." He gave me a surprisingly gentle smile. I stared at him for a minute before deciding this was weird. I need to get home, it's almost time for bed, it is midnight probably.
"I've gotta go home now." I used my shaking arms to lift my chest up from the leather couch before sitting back on my knees… only to jump from the couch, yelping, rubbing my bottom. He smacked my hands away from my behind.
"No rubbing soldier!" He coughed. "I mean, kid." I rolled my eyes at him, making his eye twitch.
"I don't know if you've noticed but my butt hurts, and no-" Insult! "-… dumb ass is going to tell me what to do, especially if he's a part of the fucking FBI!" I yelped when he delivered an extra two swats to my bottom.
"Seems you didn't learn your lesson. Oh well. I have more tactics." He grabbed my forearm and dragged me out of the living room and through a few halls before we reached a room that had stairs on both sides, and a room underneath the balcony the stairs made. He dragged me up one side of the stairs and into the hallway before dragging me finally into a room that looked like a guest bedroom. "This room will be yours temporarily, and permanently when I get some necessary things in order." He dragged me into one of two doors, which turned out to be the bathroom. I didn't get a chance to check out the bathroom at all before he stuffed something into my mouth.
It took me all of three seconds to: a) realize something was in there, b) find the taste disgusting, and c) try to spit it out. He held it in place. I grabbed his hand with my free one to try to zap him before remembering it didn't work last time. … So I tried to pull it away.
"Listen kid, you can either keep that in until I say you can spit it out or your bottom can have a talk with the paddle. Your choice." Paddle? Like table tennis? Wait, what did he say?! I replayed his words in my head twice before accidentally gulping down some of the soap. When he was sure I wasn't going to spit it out before his orders, he stepped back and watched me. Asshole! I glared right back into his stone cold black eyes. "You can be as angry with me as you want kid, you brought this on yourself." I accidentally inhaled to clear that up but inhaled soap… again. Note to self: Do not breathe with mouth when soap is inside. Instead I stomped my foot, growling at him. He smirked. "What's wrong brat? Upset because you can't mouth off?" I clenched my fists tightly, feeling the electricity, that was useless right now, course through my fists but kept it from manifesting.
Eventually I dropped his gaze and was beginning to feel my eyes get droopy.
"Okay kid, you've had enough. Spit." I walked to the sink and opened my mouth, dropping the soap in the sink. I still have a long way to go home! And I'm tired! "Get some sleep. Tomorrow we're headed to the store to get you some proper supplies." I rubbed my forehead, yawning. I heard him leave the room. I guess sleeping here for a night won't hurt.
I felt myself slipping into sleep and laid down on the ground. I usually had a big pillow to sleep on but I wasn't at home right now. So here would have to do. I crawled under the counter of the sink, curled up, and went to sleep.