Im not 100% sure about this chapter I like it (Kinda sorta maybe) but i'm still not sure but what do you think?
If anybody knew how to steal, it was Ivy, well minus the trouble she was in now and trust me Ivy was an expert when it came to stealing. Usually because she would steal from random people who didn't look or seem hugely over built and trained. Normally it was just a women walking a dog, a little dog though, one that yaps and shakes at everything that way it was less likely she would be chased by a dog, if it wasn't a dog walker it would be a city 'boy' you know the suited up men who work in them high glass buildings and earn about twenty- million a year but thats still never enough for them. They're rich but mostly stupid.
In her head, Ivy made a short plan that went something like this:
1) Find somebody to steal from
2) Acting skills, be a tourist or just lost
3) Make sure that they are not anything like 'Blondie' or undercover police
4) No police around
5) Steal
6) Run... Fucking run
7) Train station, get tickets, go anywhere.
She scanned her surroundings, Tottenham Court Road. 5:20 PM. Rush hour. This information span in her head slightly until she saw the perfect person. A scrawny young man maybe just three years older than her, he wore a grey suit with a black silk shirt under. His hair rather greasy and he seemed to be tired. This annoyed Ivy deeply, it wasn't as though he had been on the run and was homeless. Plus he could get peanut butter anytime. Slowly she walked up to him realising a brown leather walled was just bulging out of his pocket in his suit trousers.
"Sorry sir" She stated putting on her best Irish accent, it was the only one that she could really do "I'm here on holiday to visit family but i'm lost do you know where the Harper land estate is, it's the gated one" She smiled innocently.
To her utter surprise he carried a thick East London accent "It's erm... half a mile that way" He turned slightly in the crowd of workers attempting to get home pointing down the road "Just keep going straight and-" He paused as he realised Ivy was rushing down the road pushing through the crowds and running across the road missing cars by an inch as they sped past. Quickly he pattered down himself searching for his wallet followed by a silent "Fucking Bitch" with a sigh as he threw his arms up in the hair and walked back the way he came probably to go and get money from where he worked.
Throwing her back Ivy sighed a little too loudly as she waited to get tickets the next train would be to Brighton at six, in twenty minutes now. At last she was at the front of the line.
Behind the glass was sat a woman as orange as a carrot with bleached blonde hair back combed like a birds nest slightly, her nails a neon pink colour and long and fake.
"A one way ticket to, erm, Brighton please" For some weird reason Ivy couldn't shake away the fake Irish accent that she was using.
"That's twenty-three pounds forty" The women stated with a bored tone as though she had enough, her name tag was printed with the words 'Martha' she yawned as she printed out a orange train card and a receipt.
Slowly Ivy counted the money she'd have around thirty pounds left now. However Ivy wasn't hungry (For once) she had this sickening feeling in her stomach, it wasn't like butterflies, it was a nervous feeling but she had never really felt it before perhaps she felt as though something bad was about to happen instead of worrying she just sat on a bench and tried to stop the feeling by closing her eyes and blocking out as much noise as possible. The smell of Burger King filled her nose normally this would make her feel hungry resulting in her tummy beginning to rumble but the smell only made her wasn't to throw up. Luckily she didn't and time went rather fast.
Before she knew it she was sat on the train occupying four seats with a table in the middle. Looking out of the window she realised that she had no idea as to what she would do when she got their, she knew nobody and thirty quid wouldn't get her anywhere at all, maybe a night or two in a cheap hotel along the seafront or in the lanes with some food but even then that was very uncertain. She'd just have to make new 'friends' or people to work for, on second thought she didn't want to deal again, she hated that life so maybe she could busk or learn to do sand sculpturing for money... The busking sounded more realistic in her mind. Winter was creeping in which meant that the sun rose later and set earlier and already the sun was beginning to set. Leaning her head against the glass window her eyes began to close as the train moved away from the station.
Taking a large breath Ivy was standing in a hallway looking down at a child, with chocolate brown ringlets for hair, she wore a yellow sun dress with light sky like blue polka dots, with a smile on her face but dead brown eyes she tilted her head at Ivy.
"Hello?" Ivy whispered to her, she was only a child, why was she scared?
"Hello?" The child repeated, copying Ivy with a deranged smile which played against her lips.
"Who are you?" Ivy asked.
Silence.
"How old are you?"
No reply.
"Who are you?"
Still the child stayed silent.
Bang. A sound like a door slamming shut and making the ground shake made Ivy turn on her heels. Followed by the click of a door lock. Slowly Ivy turned towards the child again as she did she told the child her name "I'm Ivy" when Ivy was fulling facing the child she jumped back in shock as the girl had matted hair that was in a tight ponytail, she wore a plain black short sleeved dress, black tights and black shoes. "I'm Ivy" The child announced, a smile still on her face even though a bruise was truly visible on her right eyes and a red mark could be seen on her right arm as though somebody had smacked it. "Mummy died" The girl carried on as tears swelled in Ivy's eyes "And Mummy's boyfriend says that it was my fault and I was in trouble" Her voice held innocence but then the smile dropped "You killed mummy" the child pointed out holding a finger up at Ivy.
"Shut up!" Ivy yelled at her mini child clone. Her child self. Before her eyes the child was running down a flight of stairs that had just appeared they were white and gold tinsel was wrapped around them and the sound of a choir could be heard.
Ivy tried to chase her but was tapped on the shoulder by... Her mother.
Her mouth dropped suddenly but her mother had christmas lights wrapped around her, they was all glowing white and her mothers old long brown hair that fell elegantly was shaven off.
"Mu-"
Her mother held a finger on her lips then smiled kindly but held silence "Ivy you have to wake up"
Bang!
"Fuck!" Ivy almost yelled as she woke up and sat up in her seat she was only on her second stop, she could just tell. Sometimes she wish she knew how she could just know these random pieces of information.
Thats when Ivy felt a pointed object against her knee she looked up opposite her. A squirm escaped her lips as she moved her leg but it was held in place by a huge, strong hand.
"If you scream I will kill you and-" Blondie stated with a dark grin.
"Are you not going to kill me anyway" Ivy whispered hoarsely followed by a slight whimper as the tight around her leg became tighter.
"Aswell as everybody else on this train... Look at that pregnant women over there, and it looks like a couple reading a wedding magazine, they have a engagement ring on each"
Blondie carried on "And ain't them children playing so cute, siblings, so sweet"
"Stop it, I won't scream" Ivy spoke silently.
"Where are the guns?" He growled letting go of Ivy's foot and taking the knife away from it but still holding it tightly and making sure that Ivy could still see it slightly as a warning.
"I don't know" Ivy partly lied, she knew that she gave them to Felix but he could have easily sold them on to anybody now.
"Don't lie Ivy Smith, not to me anyway"
"I'm telling the truth Blondie, they could be anywhere now" Ivy began to feel a little bigger now but it was taken away as he dragged her up, surely he couldn't people would see and suspect something.
But Blondie had it covered as he quickly swapped the knife with a fake ID card which was in his pocket the whole time. "Sorry undercover ticket inspector, get your tickets ready please, she hasn't got a ticket" The train came to a stop and Blondie dragged Ivy off. 'Fantastic' she thought 'I left my bag... well he left my bag'.
The station was partly empty... infact it was empty. A sharp pain seethed through Ivy's palms and knees as she fell to the floor, well she was pushed. "My name isn't Blondie, it's Sebastian or Seb" Seb yelled loudly spitting slightly.
Turning over she began to back away dragging her body back with her arms and legs. From her belt she pulled out one of the guns which Seb wanted. First Seb was shocked at her fight but then between hysterical laughing stated "So you're gonna shoot me?"
"Yeah" Ivy in her head face palmed knowing that her voice held a strong uncertainty.
"Because as your little friend, Felix was hitting me with a wooden table leg, you pulled him away, he might have killed me with that but you stopped him as he was going to keep going, you're not a murderer, you wouldn't kill me, would you?"
"Try me" Once again in her head Ivy face palmed herself, why did she say that, out of all the comeback she decided on 'Try me'. Do you ever have this thing when after you said something stupid you begin to think of comebacks which are much better? That was happening to Ivy. But she decided not to dwell on it she held the gun up as she lifted her body slightly up so she was on her knees holding the gun high. Seb stood with his arms out, he was the type to accept death carelessly but always had a trick up his sleeve if in fact it did come to him having to accept death. Either way he wasn't hundred percent bothered.
With all of her might she tried to concentrate 'His going to kill you!" half of her mind screamed at her. But she sighed throwing her hands in the air accidentally resulting in the gun going off. A Squeak escaped her lips as the bullet flew out of the gun making a loud bang, it missed Seb by and inch, she coughed in an attempt to hide her squeal like scream then dropped the gun. Seb laughed slightly but then went back to have a completely to having no emotion. Quickly he practically throw himself at Ivy as he charged at her pulling her up by the hair she winced then began to call him names such as 'Wanker And 'Dick head' her personal favourite being 'Fart sushi' but she had always had the worse sense of Humour when it came to funny names. Blood began to trickle out of the side of her head as he smashed her head against a concrete wall that was damp and sticky. The station was the type that had no barriers as it only consisted of overground trains. Ivy couldn't think straight due to the throbbing that was consuming her whole head but when she realised that she was threw to the ground behind the first alley next to the station she back away but had to crawl because the pain in her head was drowning her quickly, her ears rang.
Limply her body thrust towards the cold, wet floor as it was once again raining. 'Get out of London they all said' Ivy thought to herself angrily but then remembered that it wasn't in fact Peter's or evens Felix's fault, she was giving Felix the benefit of the doubt on that though. Agony filled her hip as she felt a foot collide with it. With all of her strength she lifted her body up quickly then backed away but hit a wall. With no space between her and the wall as another punch came she hit her head on the back off the wall making the pain much worse. She screamed slightly as she felt the other cut that was still unhealed on the back of her head open slightly and begin to bleed again. Tears swelled in her eyes as he knelt down in front of her holding this time a gun at Ivy's head. 'Is he just a box full of weapons?' Ivy asked her self then smiled slightly anybody would think that she was a maniac at this moment as she cheeks stained with tears and a gun held up to her head but she 's breath was loud and quick and deep.
"Do it then" Ivy sneered at Seb who was just staring at her. He thought that she was mental.
"Do it you bastard!" Ivy screamed at him, it was so loud that it scratched her throat as it escaped her voice box and lips. "Do it then!" Ivy's own hands wrapped around the gun as she placed it against her own head but she brought it slightly closer.
Quickly Seb pulled the gun away and Ivy began to burst into tears "Fuck you" She whispered "Just kill me, I have nothing any way, where the hell am I gonna go now anyway?"Rubbing his fingers on his temples Seb looked at Ivy as he squeezed his eyes shut "How old are you?"
"Why?" Ivy asked still crying violently.
"Tell me!" Seb yelled in her face then calmed down slightly "Please"
"Sixteen!" Ivy yelled back.
Seb stood up and paced around a little but still fairly close to Ivy. 'Urrr!" He yelled in a slight outburst which made Ivy jump slightly "God she's just a kid!" Seb screamed as though he was talking to somebody but it wasn't Ivy "You're just a kid" Seb turned to Ivy throwing the gun around.
"What do you care?" Ivy was on the verge of screaming at him "What you didn't realise that before?"
"Jesus Christ!" Seb pulled at his almost platinum blonde hair "Why are you on the streets?"
Ivy scoffed then laughed slightly "I just am... lets just say I have childhood issues"
With guilt written all over his face Seb looked away then sighed.
"I have a offer for you" Seb stated making Ivy curious "You can stay at mine and i'll train you, teach you how to fight"
"Why?"
"Just because"
Then Ivy realised and pointed out "You work for somebody don't you?"
"Shut up" Seb hissed then pointed the gun at Ivy "Come with me"
Hesitant as to what might happen Ivy took her time standing but this also because of the harsh pain that was followed by simply standing. Anxiously Seb looked around then began to walk gesturing that Ivy should follow him. But she didn't instead she attempted to run the other way but her hip seemed to cramp slightly but she pushed through it meaning that it was more of a limp than even a jog.
Her body collided with the wall once again she tried to push Sebastian off of her as he held a tight grip around her shoulders. "Just kill me God damn it" Ivy spat, literally she spat after in his face after the sentence. This action angered Seb further as his fist came towards Ivy's face she dodged it quickly but only by a little as his grip with the other hand was restraining her. So she decided to just kick him in the 'manly area' as she called it.
Moments after they were having a huge fight as Ivy pushed through the pain in her hip it went something along the lines of,
Sebastian, punches her in the face
Ivy, knees him in the stomach
Sebastian, Kicks her in the sheen
Ivy, fighting through the pain slaps him
Sebastian, Pushes her back
Ivy, kicks him in the ankle
Sebastian, Headlock whilst punching her in the stomach
Ivy, bites Sebastian on the arm
Sebastian, throws her to the floor then kneels down next to her
Ivy, Spits at him again
"I must say you have some fight in you, now are you going to come with me because I can fight you for hours and you won't win"
With gritted teeth Ivy growled "No!"
"Fine then"
Sebastian lifted his fist in the air then slammed it down however Ivy rolled out of the way just in time resulting is a crunch of Seb's hand as it hit the hard, cold concrete ground. If it was the right moment Ivy would have had a little victory dance she imagined it in her head and smiled a weak smile it was just her throwing her arms in the air, jumping up and down then thrusting the air in some weird way. With her busy in happy thoughts she snapped out as she felt a fist hit her shoulder making it crack loudly. With all her might she tried not to scream as he did it again. The pain was actually becoming unbearable deep down she knew that she had, had worse fights but his strength was far to much for Ivy.
"Fine!" Ivy yelled whilst trying to catch her breath, Sebastian stopped his hand from coming down on her shoulder just in time.
"Good, now, come on"
Unexpectedly Sebastian offered to help Ivy up but she didn't take and just started following him ignoring him completely.
In his pocket Sebs phone vibrated.
Got rid of the girl yet? Got the guns? JM
And be home soon, I recorded Coronation Street. JM
Where are you? JM
Tah dah...
Ok so question of the chapter - Im still gonna keep doing this...
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