Chapter 18
Sunday, August 21, 2011 at 11:56AM Olivia ran. She crushed gravel, digging tiny pebbles into her bare feet. She ran with tunnel vision, her eyes dry, her chest heaving. She sucked in breath after breath, the air stabbing her lungs like tiny daggers. Her bag bounced against her hip, making her itch and go numb. She closed her eyes, knowing all she needed to know about where she was headed – it was further away.
She knew where Hero was going. He was going to check the safe. If Pansy’s attackers were Cunnington laborers – it wasn’t going to take long for the Shank to give Hero the news. And if Olivia, her knowledge of the combination, and the safe were alone together all night… Hero was going to make sure.
But Olivia knew damn well that safe was going to be empty.
It was the perfect set up. Empty the safe while no one’s home. Set up Hero at Oregon Park while Olivia is home alone - and be sure to hire goons that directly related to Olivia. She, the Westcliff newcomer, becomes the perfect patsy. This wasn’t just about killing Hero – this was orchestrated quite carefully to frame her.
But if this was the case, someone else had the combination, and that someone else knew Olivia had it as well. But how was that possible?
Olivia reached the end an alley way, but not before a car ripped in her way, engine roaring, headlights aglow. Olivia could see Ace’s hat before she saw his face. She pointed her gun at his head and caught her breath.
“I’m being set up,” she shouted.
“Whoa, alright. Calm down. Put the gun down, and come get in the car.”
“I didn’t empty the safe.”
“I know,” said Ace. “But that doesn’t change the fact that every Blade in the Grove is looking for you right now. We gotta sort this shit out.”
“How do I know I can trust you?”
“Fuck. Sorry.” Ace tilted his head and frowned. “I didn’t realize you were overwhelmed with options.”
Olivia lowered the gun. Wincing, and thighs in pain, she got in the car.
“Okay, now take a breath, and tell me what happened,” said Ace, pulling onto the street.
“Not until you tell me where you’re taking me.”
“Just driving around,” said Ace. “Keep you moving so no one can find you. So what’s this about the safe?”
“It’s empty, isn’t it?” asked Olivia. “That’s why the Blades are after me now?”
“Why would anyone think you emptied the safe?” asked Ace. “That’s insane.”
“Because apparently some guys attacked Pansy so they could set up Hero at Oregon Park, and the guys have all worked with my father – someone hired them on purpose,” said Olivia.
“Fuck, that’s clever,” said Ace. “How did you figure that out?”
“My Dad called me and told me who got killed,” said Olivia. “Ace, you have to tell Hero I didn’t do this.”
“Hero’s too angry to be reasoned with right now,” said Ace. “Trust me. I tried.”
“What did he tell you?”
“He just told me to find you,” said Ace. “But if we’re gonna convince him you didn’t betray him, we gotta break this down, all right? Now, the only other person who was in the house was Pansy, so when could anyone else have gotten into the safe?”
“It had to have happened before Hero and I got there,” said Olivia. “All the Cunnington guys must have broken in somehow.”
“Without Pansy noticing?”
Olivia glared at him.
“Don’t look at me like that. I believe you. But that ain’t gonna convince Hero.”
“Pansy was barely conscious,” Olivia hissed. “There has to be something else going on over here because I didn’t do anything. Why is no one blaming the Dragons? There’s a whole other gang out there—”
“A gang that got the safe combination how?” said Ace. “If you got answers, I’m all ears.”
“Fine. Then why did I do it? What the fuck was my motive? My parents are filthy fucking rich.”
“That may be,” said Ace. “But five years ago a lot of white Westcliff people got killed by Hero’s hand. It ain’t unlikely that you knew at least one of them.”
“What, like all white people know each other? That’s a real fucking stretch.”
“Fine. If you wouldn’t want to go after Hero, who would?”
Olivia pictured everyone she had met since she came to Sequoia Grove. Ace. Wildcard. Mixer. Stone. The Flowers. “Fuck,” said Olivia. “Who wouldn’t?”
“Well, let’s be fair and look at how this shit looks from Hero’s point of view,” said Ace. “Let’s say five years ago, a few of your friends, Kai’lah’s kidnappers, were killed. You bided your time, you pulled your resources together, and you made a plan. You showed up at Lanka and the first thing you did is seduce any Blade you could get your hands on-”
“Fuck you.”
“Don’t you want to know what they’re saying?” asked Ace. “Don’t you want to know what Hero is thinking?”
Olivia went silent.
“You couldn’t set up Hero without the help of the Dragons, so you promised them the safe combination,” continued Ace. “The Dragons helped you act like Hero’s little ideal, and they helped you set up Crash and Daniel, everything you needed to gain trust. And they put up the money to get your Cunnington boys on board.”
“Nobody can prove any of this.”
“But you had to keep your end of the deal and get that safe combination,” said Ace. “First you manipulated Seneka in thinking it was a good idea. As soon as she poured her heart out to Hero, the next part was easy. Have her blown away, and Hero would be so torn up with guilt he’d have to fulfill baby sister’s final wish.”
“But I never told her I wanted the combination!”
“Well, she can’t exactly back you up on that can she?” Ace frowned. “So once you delivered the combination to the Dragons, you were quick. Pansy gets attacked, Hero runs out to get revenge, the safe gets emptied in his absence, and here we are.”
“So Hero told you all of this?” Olivia asked. “Kinda sounds like you put all of that together yourself.”
“What makes you say that?” Ace asked. “I told you. I’m on your side.”
Olivia stiffened. Her blood went cold. She realized her fatal error. Ace never said the safe was empty. She did. He dished the game, she lost it. He’d been playing her since before she got in the car. Wherever he was taking her, it wasn’t anywhere good.
“Oh yeah?” asked Olivia. “Tell me you’re the queen of France.”
“What?”
“I want to hear what you sound like when you tell a lie. Tell me you’re the queen of France.” She pointed the gun at him. “Do it.”
Ace pulled the car over, gently bringing it to a slow halt. In still silence, he took in a soothing breath. “Fine.” He smiled at her. “Olivia, I’m the queen of France. Will you calm down now?”
She reached for the car door, giving Ace the opportunity to jerk her own gun out of her hand and point it straight at her head.
“You know, chag’ya, it would have been a great plan, if you hadn’t been so sloppy.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You didn’t expect Blondie, your little boyfriend with the dark eyebrows, to stumble into me at A’pa Sei’s shop,” said Ace. “He got all up in my grill, giving him shit about fucking and beating his beautiful little Olivia.”
“You’re not going to hurt me,” spat Olivia. “Blades can’t hurt women.”
“Hero gave me a pass once, didn’t he?” said Ace. “I’m sure as fuck he’ll do it again.”
The last thing Olivia could remember was white cloth pressed to her mouth.
Stone dreamily watched the light from the buzzing fluorescent lantern slide up and down his arm as he tapped the corner of his worn down cell phone. He waited for the plastic gadget to deliver him with a boredom-vanquishing ring. If there was one thing Hero was good at, it was making people wait.
A moldy but empty smell saturated the long-since abandoned classroom. Mixer chewed the inside of his mouth. The rim of Ace’s navy fedora covered his eyes. Wildcard leaned his head against the tattered wall.
Olivia’s eyes fluttered open. She saw her four friends, out of focus, and felt ropes binding her arms to a chair.
“Man,” said Wildcard. “I really hate killing people.” He leaned his face close to Olivia’s. “But I’m willing to make an exception for you, princess.”
“Shut the fuck up, Wildcard,” scoffed Ace. “You ain’t killin’ nobody.”
“Then why the fuck did I bring my gun!?” Wildcard snapped. “I’m so sick of this shit.”
“Wildcard!” snapped Stone, tapping the phone. “How many times we gotta go over this shit?”
Olivia fidgeted. “Where’s Hero?”
“Well, rise and shine, chag’ya,” said Ace. “Sleep well?”
“You guys can’t kill me, can you?” asked Olivia. “Where’s Hero? What about the code?”
Ace punched her in the face.
“Hey!” snapped Stone. “Not until we get orders.”
“Don’t worry,” said Ace, eyes heavy on Olivia. “She likes it.” He grabbed her face in his hands. “Don’t you, you little freak? You gonna get wet for me again?” He slid his thumb across her bottom lip.
“Ace, back the fuck off,” said Stone, pointing his gun. “We wait for orders.”
She pulled at her ropes. “There’s someone out there stealing from the Blades and betraying Hero and you’re wasting your time on me!”
Mixer looked down. “They gonna kill you, O, and it’s gonna be nasty.” He looked at her. “Just tell us where the shit is at and we gonna let you go. Swear it. We’d rather not hurt nobody else.”
“Of course you wouldn’t.” She looked at Stone and Ace. “If you kill me here tonight, I’m not the only one you’ll be killing.” Her eyes burned. “It will kill Hero, too.”
Hero stood outside the door, just staring forward, thinking.
You made your choice. Too late to go back now.
But if it was too late, what was he doing there? There of all places?
He pictured Olivia’s face clearly in his mind, trying to forgive himself. Forgive himself for not seeing what clearly had to be the truth. She could not have ever been the person she claimed to be. The evidence was piled so strongly against her. But he couldn’t cope with the stress, hearing his heart say one thing, but his mind say the other. His mind had to be right. But then why did his heart have no doubts about this girl? How foolish was he?
At that very moment, at the abandoned high school, Olivia was tied to a chair, and Stone was sitting by his phone, awaiting orders. To kill, to damage, or to set free. The mere idea was a blatant violation of Blades Code. To harm a woman. But Hero was already a hypocrite. He had already hurt a woman badly since the code was written. It just wasn’t physical harm, and now it was time to tie up this one last loose end.
He sent a text to Stone.
kill her.
Stone was frozen. He couldn’t believe what he was reading.
“What did he say?” Wildcard asked, spotting Stone’s hesitation.
Stone didn’t say anything.
“Come on,” said Olivia. “I’m dying to know myself.”
Stone looked at her. “Shut up.” He looked at Ace. “Gag her.”
“You don’t gotta tell me twice.” Ace grabbed the bandana and tied it around Olivia’s mouth. She didn’t bother resisting.
Mixer was tempted to ask what was about to happen, but he really didn’t want to.
“Okay,” breathed Stone. “Hero just sent me his command... but I think the four of us better go outside and discuss it.”
The three boys looked at him questioningly.
“Outside,” said Stone. “Now.”
With heavy frowns, they followed Stone out the door. He left the phone on the table.
Hero knocked on the door. As it creaked open, his eyes were at the dusty floor. He followed a pair of thin, elegant legs all the way up to a familiar, sweet face.
“Hi,” said Pansy.
“Hi,” said Hero.
Pansy hesitated. “What are you doing here?”
“Will you just let me in? I want to talk to you.”
She moved bashfully on the side, watching his frame glide into her tiny apartment. She stared at him, astonished and moved, as she closed the door behind him.
“What’s wrong?” asked Pansy. “Are you okay? Where’s Olivia?”
“I don’t want to think about her right now.” Hero put his hands through Pansy’s hair. “I just came here to apologize.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry,” said Hero. “For everything. I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”
Tears formed in Pansy’s eyes. “I forgive you, Hero.”
He leaned his head into Pansy’s. “I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking.”
Pansy started to cry. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay.” She leaned her mouth into his and kissed him, tear drops lining their mouths.
“Wait.” He gently pushed her away. This was a mistake. It didn’t change anything. “I didn’t come here for that.”
“Then what did you come here for then?”
“Just to apologize. And that’s it. I just wanted to see you.” He turned his body back toward the door. “I gotta go.”
“Wait,” said Pansy, sniffling. “Wait. Please stay.”
“I can’t.”
“You must be hungry,” said Pansy. “Let me make you some food. Please? Let me cook you something. It won’t take long.”
Her eyes were wet and hopeful. “Okay. Please, sit.” She dashed into the tiny kitchen corner.
“One,” said a fuzzy cartoon voice. “One, two.”
“One, two bananas!” said a child.
Hero looked into the tiny living room area. There was little Kang’ju, sitting on the floor. Kang’ju pressed another button, and the cartoon voice said, “Five.” She pressed it again. “Five.”
“Five bananas!” shouted Kang’ju.
Hero went over and sat next to her. “When you gonna learn to count in order, princess?”
“I’m not counting,” said Kang’ju. She pressed the buttons again.
“One,” said the computer. “Two.” The computer spoke on with every button pressed. “Five. Five. Three. Two. Eight—”
Hero grabbed the computer from her. “What are you doing?”
“Pressing the numbers,” said Kang’ju. “So I don’t forget.”
Hero frowned. “You still know that number? It’s been a minute, how do you—”
“One, two,” she said. “Five. Five. Three—”
“Hero?” said Pansy from the kitchen. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” said Hero. “No, I don’t… I don’t think so…”
Pansy came back in and looked into the room.
“Pansy, how often does Kang’ju play with this little number thing?”
Pansy shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Mommy loves the numbers game!” said Kang’ju. “She laughed a lot.”
“Did she?” asked Hero. He looked at Pansy with a warm smile, though his heart flopped in his chest. “I’m glad to hear she’s smiling.”
Pansy smiled and looked straight at the floor.
“Mommy, mommy!” said Kang’ju. “Five. Five. Three, and then what?”
Hero looked Pansy in the eye. “Yeah. Then what?”
Pansy gulped. “I don’t know.”
“Sure you do. Then what?”
Pansy gave him a big hug. “I’m just so happy you’re here. Can’t you just stay? Just be here with me and Kang’ju tonight. Please. Everything gonna be great, you’ll see. We could be so happy.”
Hero stroked her hair. “Okay. I’ll stay. But you gotta do something for me.”
“Anything.”
“You gotta tell me those numbers. I want to trust you.”
“Okay,” said Pansy. She was desperately uncertain, but his eyes were persistent and warm. She gave in. “One, two...”
Hero didn’t leave her eyes.
“Five, five, three...”
He nodded encouragingly.
“...two, eight.” She gulped.
He put his fingers through her hair. “It’s okay. Calm down, okay? You were scared. I understand.” He looked at Kang’ju. “I knew that Kang’ju would repeat that number enough times that you would catch on. The same seven digits over and over? If Kang’ju didn’t tell you straight up, you were gonna figure it out.”
Pansy let out a sigh of relief. “Then why didn’t you just tell me? I would have been honored.”
“You definitely wouldn’t have stolen from the safe if I had told you directly – it would have been too obvious it was you,” Hero explained. “If you had the combination thinking I didn’t know you had it, well, that’s a different story.”
“It was a test?” Pansy asked.
“A test that you passed,” he said. He kissed her forehead. “Someone else, unfortunately, did not.”
But he had spoken too soon.
Hero couldn’t breathe. He tried to take in oxygen, and all that came through were tiny, dizzying ripples. His throat went dry, but he kept his face calm. Do-rag. Do-rag on the chair. Crash’s do-rag.
Hero thought fast.
“What’s wrong?” asked Pansy. She could feel him grow tense.
“Alright,” Hero shuddered. “I have to go handle something very important. Okay? I’ll be back. I promise.” He kissed her. Her mouth tasted toxic.
The phone buzzed. Olivia stared at it.
She shouted through her ropes as loud as she could, twisting, fighting, and pleading. It was no use.
Buzz, buzz, buzz. Short pause. Buzz, buzz, buzz.
Please. Please. Someone. It’s him. He’s telling you not to kill me. Where are you?
Sweat collected at every corner of her face. Salty drops fell onto the bandana. No matter how much she wailed, only a mild, muffled sound came through. Saliva-soaked fabric rubbed the corners of her mouth raw.
Buzz, buzz, buzz. Stop. Silence.
More silence.
And the boys came back in.
“Okay.” Stone looked at Olivia, holding his gun at his side. “Let’s get on with it then.” He lifted the barrel to her forehead.
“Wait,” said Mixer. “Don’t do it.”
“Mixer!” said Ace. “We decided!”
“We didn’t decide, Hero decided,” said Mixer. “And back in the day, he decided we don’t hurt women. I chose to be a Blade and follow the code.”
“You lost your sister,” Ace reminded him. “And this bitch killed mine.”
“No she didn’t!” Mixer said. “Those white boys did – and they already got what was comin’ to ‘em!”
Ace looked at Stone. “Don’t let Mixer trip you up. Just do it.”
“You don’t want Olivia dead either, Ace!” Mixer shouted. “You wouldn’t be so mad at her if you didn’t love her so goddamn much!”
Ace pointed his gun at Mixer’s head. “Shut the fuck up!”
“See?” Mixer spat. “You’re so out of your mind you got a gun on me now!”
Ace clenched his teeth and repositioned his barrel. Olivia was the new target. “Fine. Stone, if you’re not gonna do it, I will.”
The end of a new pistol pressed against Ace’s head.
“Put the fucking gun down.”
Hero.
“I think I speak for everyone in this room when I say...” said Wildcard. “...what the fuck?”
“The ‘fuck’ is we have to get out of here right now,” said Hero. “We break in different directions, meet back up on third and Washington in fifteen. I’ll explain everything then.” He lowered his gun and went to town on Olivia’s ropes. “Crash probably knows we’re here.”
Mixer helped Hero get the ropes completely untied as Stone pulled the gag from Olivia’s mouth. “Crash?”
Olivia shook off the ropes and jumped from her chair. “Shut up and move!”
They collected outside the high school, but it was too late. Four cars had already pulled up and parked just outside the door, plenty of armed goons in toe, with Om’bai in the spotlight, a gun to the side of Pansy’s head. Pansy was weeping.
“All we want is Hero,” said Om’bai. “Come with us, and Pansy doesn’t get hurt.”
Hero frowned. “No deal.”
Om’bai chuckled. “Oh, Hero. For all your posturing, you always were willing to let an innocent woman die, weren’t you?” He clutched the side of her neck, making her whimper.
“Please, Hero,” whined Pansy. “Please, don’t let him hurt me.”
Hero breathed hard, frowning, thinking, and pausing.
And Olivia’s eyebrow twitched. “...really?”
Stone stared at her, hissing a whisper, “What the fuck is the problem?”
“I mean, who says that?” Olivia was perfectly calm. “‘Don’t let him hurt me?’ Please. Aren’t you supposed to say like, don’t give in? Don’t worry about me? Save yourself? I mean she’s being kind of a whiney bitch, I’m just saying.”
Stone’s eyes popped out. “Olivia, now ain’t the time to--”
The sound of another car door opening jerked their faces back to center stage, where Crash emerged with his hands on Kang’ju’s shoulders. A few feet away, Pansy was now free and armed, pointing her gun at Hero’s head.
“Okay, now I’m really confused,” said Wildcard.
“I don’t blame you, Wildcard,” sighed Om’bai. “I really don’t like these theatrics either. But, my associates and I really want the contents of the safe, and if all we have to do is play Pansy’s little game, it’s a price we’re willing to pay.” He looked at Hero. “I overestimated you, Hero. Giving the combination to your four year old daughter was a wildly irresponsible move.”
Daughter? All eyes on the Blades side were now pointed straight at their leader. A liar.
Hero smirked wryly. “Yeah, I’m gettin’ that.”
“How could you lie to me for so long?” wept Pansy. “You told me we couldn’t be together because Kang’ju and I would never be safe. But what about her?” She tilted her chin toward Olivia. “You weren’t too scared to hold her! That was supposed to be me!” She sniffled. “I just wanted you to suffer. I wanted your heart to break like mine did.”
Hero looked at the floor. Calculating. He looked back up. “You just want me?”
Stone looked at Hero. “You ain’t gonna give in to them are you?” Hero raised a silencing hand.
“Yes,” said Om’bai.
“Fine,” said Hero. “The Blades will trade me for Kang’ju.”
“No deal,” spat Pansy. “You can’t have my daughter.”
“Or, we could just all start shooting each other and see who’s left standing,” said Hero. “Your call, Om’bai.”
Om’bai looked at Pansy. “Your daughter is useless to me. Hero, however, isn’t.” He looked at the Blades. “Deal.” He nodded to Crash.
Crash lifted his hands from Kang’ju’s shoulders.
“Come here,” said Hero. “It’s okay.”
Kang’ju walked awkwardly to her father. He gave her a hug.
“Stay here with Stone. It’s gonna be okay.” He gently nudged her toward Stone, and looked at his crew. “Don’t follow me.” He started to walk toward Om’bai’s car.
“Hero!” Olivia snapped. “Do I at least get an apology?”
Hero glared at her. “Sure. I’m sorry you didn’t listen the first time I told you to stay the fuck out of Sequoia Grove.” He looked at Stone again. “I’m serious. This is my final order. Do not follow this car.”
As Hero sat in the car, Olivia dashed to the door, her fingers locking its edges. “I know you want a woman to punish you for what happened to Kai’lah, but don’t make the rest of us suffer for your guilt.”
He jerked the door out of her fingers, but she shoved her arm in the door.
“It wasn’t your fault Hero,” Olivia cried. “You did the right thing.”
He pushed her arm out and slammed the door shut. The engines roared, and the Dragon caravan disappeared into the city.
The Blades crew rushed back into 912, broken, confused, and shaken. Olivia was holding Kang’ju’s hand.
“You a goddamn coward, you know that?” Wildcard shouted, chasing Stone into the house.
“Hero said do nothing, so we do nothing, end of discussion,” hissed Stone, closing the door behind them. He looked at Olivia. “Now why don’t you get back on the train and go back to Westcliff where you belong?”
“Fuck you,” spat Olivia. “I made Hero a promise, that everything I do is to protect him and his family, and I intend to keep that promise.”
“I made Hero a promise too--to abide by the code,” said Stone. “And guess what? Code says no woman can be a Blade.”
“The code also says that only Hero has the combination-and no harm to women,” retorted Olivia, “so we can clearly see how seriously he takes your precious code!”
“Olivia’s right!” said Wildcard. “We need to mount up! Those motherfuckers killed Seneka just to get to Hero! It’s time to tear those motherfuckers down!”
Stone ignored him. “Olivia, look. You want to keep your promise, why don’t you spend that energy trying to figure out what we’re gonna do about his daughter? She can’t stay here.” He looked at Ace and Wildcard. “Y’all need to figure out how we gonna recoop our losses.”
“Your biggest loss right now...” Olivia grumbled. “...is Hero.”
“Cut your ‘love conquers all’ shit, O,” interjected Ace. “He was an inch away from letting us pump your skull full of holes. Why the fuck are you so gung ho about saving him?”
Olivia shot him a lightning glare. “I fucking dare you to question my motives again, asshole.”
“I’m taking you up on that dare, snow bunny.”
Olivia stomped toward him, ready to throw a hard punch to his jaw, but was interrupted by the sound of glass shattering. Their heads jerked to the side, seeing the remains of a shattered glass fall from the wall to the carpet. Mixer stood nearby.
“I can’t believe you guys treat me like a child,” said Mixer, “when you act like this.”
Stone frowned. “Mixer--”
“Shh.” Mixer folded his arms. “Stop being babies.” He looked at Stone. “Olivia’s right. We can’t just sit here.”
Stone took a deep breath. “Mixer, Hero said--”
“You only want to do what Hero said because you don’t have any better ideas,” said Mixer. He stood up straight and looked everyone in the room square in the eye. “But I do.”
Reader Comments (8)
Love this! Your writing just keeps getting better!
Honestly can't wait for the feature film and next few chapters! Really don't want this story to end though :')
Plus the ending of this chapter was awesome, beginning to love Mixer!
Great chapter! *___*
Seriously I'm really excited now that there are just two chapters left.
On the other hand I don't want this awesome story to end already. But everything has an end sooner or later so ... I'm just gonna enjoy the last few chapters (and maybe re-read the whole story ;D).
Maybe there will be another story writte by you someday? I at least hope so. ^^
Gah! I'm on tenterhooks! Can't wait for the next chapter!
When do we get to read the up coming chapters?
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