Chapter 8

I took off the hoodie and slipped on the big black t-shirt I stole from the guard, throwing the hoodie in a bin. I had been running for a long time and reached the busy city faster than I thought I would. I held my hair up as I walked through the noisy crowd. My eyes couldn't help but look all around. There was so much that had changed. I still had no clue where I was nor what I was going to do next but I wasn't worried much.

The gun tucked in my leggings under the big shirt had only eight bullets left. It would be enough in case Luca sent someone for me. I made my way to the subway station, looking at the map. I was in a city called Las Pavita. I remember I used to live in a place called Santa Pores and searched the map for that area. I had to finish the damn promise I made to myself.

As I was searching, a hand landed on my back and I was turned around, a punch landing on my cheek. I stumbled back in surprise but before I could retaliate, hands grabbed me from behind and I was dragged to a secluded area in the subway. I stood up, trying to shake the people off me.

"Look what we have here," I looked up to see some scrawny-looking guy. His eyes traveled down my body as he licked his pale chapped lips. "Such a pretty little thing."

I scowled at the guy in front of me, not really in the mood to be mugged by amateurs. I brought my foot down on one of the people holding me to the right. He yelped and let go. I brought my other arm up, hitting the person to my left in the face with my elbow. He too let go with a shout of pain. I turned to the scrawny guy and he had gone pale. He pulled out a gun from his coat and pointed it at me but his hand shook.

I slapped his hand from my face, taking the gun and unloading it, making the bullets fall to the ground. I grabbed the scrawny guy by the shirt as his friends made a break for it. I brought him close to me as I pulled out the gun from under my shirt and cocked it, pointing at his face.

"How do I get to Santa Pores?" I asked him calmly.

He was shaking like a leaf and the tears in his eyes showed he was close to crying. I shook him, angry he was wasting my time. "I said, how can I get to San Pores?!" I snapped.

"Take the train! It's pretty far and you'll make many stops but you'll get there in a few hours. Please, don't hurt me. I have to pay my debts to my boss or my little sister gets hurt man," he said quickly and fearfully. I rolled my eyes and hit him with my gun on the temple, causing him to fall unconscious.

"Siblings are overrated kid," I said stepping over his body and hiding my gun once more.

When I looked back at him, I noticed a raven tattoo standing out at the back of his neck. Taking it as nothing, I walked out of the subway, a plan to get cash in mind. I walked around for a while until I spotted a club. It was called The Golden Cage. There was a long line at the front but I walked down the alley to the back door. There was a bouncer leaning against the wall, smoking a cigar.

I walked towards him with a black face and he looked up at me, a tired groan slipping out of his lips.

"Look sweetheart you can't-" I kicked him in the face before he could finish, knocking him out cold. I bent down to pick up his wallet from his pocket. Opening it, I realized he just had twenty bucks on him.

"Broke bitch," I mumbled throwing his wallet at his head and putting the twenty in my bra.

I opened the back door to the club and loud music washed over me as soon as I entered. Gold, pink, and blue lights flashed in the club as loud sultry music blasted through the speakers. There were cages all around with half-naked women dancing in them and men cheering them on, throwing money through the bars. I rolled my eyes as I looked around for my first target.

I saw a guy who was drunk off his ass, making out with a woman dressed as a fairy. I walked over to them, reaching into the man's pocket to pick out his wallet as he was "busy". I opened it up and whistled lowly as I made my way back to the back door. He had a lot of hundred-dollar bills in here. I picked them up, dropping the wallet on the floor as I counted. One thousand and seven hundred dollars. I smiled as I too tucked the money into my bra and made my way down the street, back to the subway.

That was surprisingly easy.

As I walked, I passed an internet café. My feet stopped me from moving as I gazed at it. I don't know what came over me but I sighed, making my way to the café. It was closed but I kicked the glass door, shattering it. I looked around if anyone had noticed and I was glad the street was dead. I entered inside and turned on the lights, computers, and Wi-Fi.

I went to one specific computer and double-clicked Google. I knew I shouldn't search for anything. It would only make things worse but I needed to know. I took a deep breath as I brought my hands to the keyboard but they paused.

"Come on," I whispered to myself. I ran a hand through my hair as I second-guessed my decision to search. I convinced myself this was the best option.

I took a deep breath and began typing.

Lucy Grey

Without a second thought, I pressed search. Millions of articles popped up but I clicked the first one and began reading.