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The sun had begun to set below the walls of Skidas, night was falling upon the dying streets of the city. A darkness pressed in, darkness whose clawed hands stretched out to take hold of the outskirts of Skidas. Dusk had come around again.

And dusk only meant fun.

"You're going?" I asked my brother, leaning against the doorframe, glasses threatening to fall off my face.

"Yes," AJ replied, tightening the straps of the gloves he wore every night. If they were too loose, then he's be in trouble, too tight he'd be unable to move them. "I'll be back in the morning."

"Why can't I come?" I asked, straightening up in the doorway and crossing my arms over my chest. I know the answer anyway, and that just means I have more time for my twisted idea of fun. "I'm perfectly capable."

"Sylvie, they're starting to realize that it's an inside job. Two people would make it easier for them to trace." He said, a soft smile on his face while fully turning to face me. And it was dangerous. Very, very dangerous. I know that, which is why I keep asking to go with him, because he can be easily caught, as anyone can, and one false move could mean he's in big big big trouble, and, no hate to him here, but he's not the best fighter, preferring more to take the valiant hero route.

My unethical means would make it so much easier to get us both out of trouble if needed.

Despite all this, I didn't push him. "Fine." I said, acting unhappy, but actually being pretty understanding and happy with his answer. "Don't die."

He slipped through the window. "I won't, promise." AJ said, leaning forward again to ruffle my hair, much to my annoyance.

Once he was outside, I smiled, shutting the window and turning back to the house, hurrying down to the basement.

The basement and the attic were the two rooms in the house that AJ and I had any privacy in. I didn't go into the attic, he didn't come into the basement, which made it better for me to keep secrets.

I pulled the chain, the light humming as it flickered on. In the middle of a room was a chair, a blindfolded, gagged man tied to it.

"AJ may be valiant and save the rebels." I smirked, moving around the man and picking up my pistol. "But I prefer to torture the traitors."

I ripped the blindfold off him, causing him to blink in the light as I pointed the gun at his face. "I'm gonna give you one chance, ok? What is your name."

Muffled yells filled the air, causing me to lower the gag.

"Like I'd ever tell you! You're just a teenager." He spat, sneering at me. A scar running over his lip along with the ability of his to keep a resting bitch face despite the fact he's got a gun to his head told me he's a guard.

I slowly lower the gun, smirk widening and a slow chuckle escaping my mouth. I circled him again, finger running over the back of the chair and picking up the dust from it.

"You've been here, what, a week now, Mr Guard, sir." My voice was positively dripping in sarcasm. "And yet you're still adamant you won't tell me your name." Walking to the space opposite him, I grabbed a chair, spinning it around and sitting on it so we were face to face.

"So, let's start this again, shall we? Hi, I'm Sylver, I'm a guard. What's your name?" I gestured to him with my right hand, fingers still clasped around the trigger.

"...Caine."

"Well done, Caine, you managed to say a word without insulting me! Gold star!" I smiled. He probably thinks I'm deranged, which is a good observation. "Now, Caine, why did you sell the rebels of the farming district out to the government?" I lost the smile.

Caine's eyes were trained nervously on the gun, occasionally flitting between my face and it as I slowly stood up, walking to the side of him and raising the pistol.

"Answer the question, Caine, I don't want your brains on my floor, not that you have any anyway. It'll be a real pain to clean up."

Caine broke his tough facade. "I didn't mean to! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I was told to by the Governer of the sector, they'd suspected an uprising, I'm sorry, please don't kill me!"

I lowered the weapon, putting it down on the ground, smiling. "Well done. You can go with your life." I untied him, turning away to the counter. "Do you want a drink?"

My voice had changed drastically, going from serious and downright terrifying to light and kind.

"Oh... water... please..." he said, standing up and stretching my legs. Oh, if I had just turned around then when I heard a chink of metal...

Instead, I poured him a glass of water, sprinking a bit of a blue power in it that dissolved quickly, not changing the look or taste of the water at all.

I picked up the glass, turning around to hand it to him when I froze, staring at the gun pointed at my head.

"You'll be reported to the Governers, I hope you know that." Caine smirked, finger feathering the trigger.

A lot can happen in a second, can't it. A trigger pulled, a bullet flown, a dive to the right.

The bullet made contact with my left shoulder, and, regrettably, it was one of my self designed bullets that will come out instantly.

The tinkling of metal on a concrete floor broke a stony silence. My fingers were still wrapped around the glass.

Biting back a scream, I ripped the gun from his hand, replacing it with the water.

"Here's your water, bitch." I said, punching him with my right fist as blood trickled down my left arm.

He massaged the bruise blooming on his face, taking a single sip of his water and walking out through the basement trapdoor.

No matter, a single sip will work, just a but slower and if he had drunk the full drink.

I wince, grabbing my shoulder and climbing the steps out of the basement. Didn't expect it would be my blood I'd be cleaning off the floor later.

I searched the cupboards, rummaging through them, letting metal cups and plastic boxes fall to the floor as I let out a shout, unable to find the med kit.

I sank to the floor, fingers wrapped around my shoulder as I closed my eyes, teeth clenched. My left hand found a handle, the handle of a box.

Opening my eyes, they fell upon the dull red plastic of the medkit. I ripped it open, biting an antibacterial wipe pouch and ripping it open too, dabbing it into the wound.

I bit back another scream as I cleaned it, the pain nearly unbearable. Luckily, it didn't take much cleaning as it was only small, my work top taking most of the pain. I'm glad nearly everything in that uniform is basically bullet proof.

After a little bit of ointment, I dressed it, sticking the bandage patch over it and wrapping gauze around my shoulder, cursing as I hit the edge of the wound.

I cut the sleeve off my work top, luckily I have 9 more spares, and pulled the top over my head, before running to my room and pulling on a stripy brown jumper to cover the bandage.

Then I just lay against the wall, eyes shut, breathing go try and get the pain to go away.

Then I heard a knock on the window.

<part two coming soon>