All cats are gray in the dark
by ladymaja
Sorry you guys it took me so long to update, but school started to kick in. I should be writing my environmental management home assignment right now. But it's so annoyingly BORING that I thought I just finish this chapter now. Thanks!
Summary: Kitty (22 yo) is spending her summer vacation in Canada at Logan's cottage when suddenly she gets attacked and captured. In order to escape she's gonna need to take a helping hand from a killer.
Chapter Eight: The Kitten that broke the law
"What did you say?" she asks as she turns back.
"What?" he looks up at her.
"You said something."
"I was just talking to myself. It's nothing." he lies.
"Okay." she says and she shrugs her shoulder.
They're walking on the street watching the cars. There aren't many. She's still not completely okay with the idea of stealing, but it's the best they can do now.
"How about that?" she points at a silver Audi. All the other cars seem to be at least 15 years old rust buckets.
"That? I thought you prefer fancy cars, but if we steal that, I can assure you they're gonna report it missing in a sec. And cars like that are pretty conspicuous around here."
"Yeah, but I thought only rich people can afford a car like that, so they won't miss it. I mean look at the others. I'm sure they use those every day. They need them. I'm not gonna steal the only car of a poor family!"
"Kitten, we're definitely not on the same wavelength!" he says laughing.
"How about this? It's faster than the other wrecks here, and it's grey. Not outstanding at all."
"Oh, now we're talking! I like that!"
He walks to the bar the car's parking in front of, and stares in the window. He finds the car's owner immediately. Tall, skinny man in an elegant suit. He's about 50 and he has a bitter face. Not that he's in a bitter mood or something, he just has one of those bitter faces. He marks out of the drunk locals.
"What are you doing?" she asks as she walks up to him.
"Looking for the owner."
"What? Why?"
"Well, he has the keys."
"Can't you just hot-wire it like the other?"
"I could. But I don't want to. Everyone would notice if I have to duck everytime I start the car. Besides, without the keys you can't drive it and I'm not gonna drive all way back to New York on my own!"
"But you're not gonna hurt him, right?"
"I am gonna hurt him, Kitten, but I don't NEED to kill him, I guess."
"Well. . ." before she could say anything Victor dashes away, and disappears behind the bar. Kitty notices that the bitter suit guy's not in the bar anymore.
She bends the building and behind it she finds him stepping on the poor bastards' neck. The guy faints before she could say a thing.
"Wha. . . what. . .?"
"The end justifies the means. We need to get back to the states, and like you said, he's rich, he'll get over it."
Before she can open her mouth to reply, he throws the keys to her.
"You drive now!" he says and walks past her. She's blinking at the keys. Well, as well be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb.
She runs after Victor, who's already at the car waiting for her, and pushes the unlock button on the key.
They get in and he looks at her.
"Why are you grinning?" he asks. She looks like a five year old kid who accidentally got locked up in a candy shop after closing time.
"You know, Logan and the others usually don't let me drive."
"Why? You don't have a driver's license?"
"I do. And just because I didn't squeeze through the first exam that doesn't mean my license's less worth!" she put the key in the ignition.
"How many exams did you have?" he asks suspiciously.
"I passed the eighth one!" she says and her smile turns a little insane-ish.
"WHAT?" before he could say anymore, she steps on the pedal. The car's shooting! Victor's desperately trying to fasten his seatbelt, but it just keeps slipping out of his hands. Hitting him on his jaw back ways.
Kitty doesn't notice that, she's too busy 'driving'.
"Hah hah ha!" she laughs "I don't believe this! I stole a car! I stole a car and I'm driving!" she yells as she scorches down the road, out of the town, with the horror-stricken Sabertooth on the side-seat.