WHO: Elizaveta and Peter WHEN: October 2nd, Saturday, Night WHERE: Outside of Peter's prison room. WHAT: "If there's anyone who can get you out, it's me."
Peter had his doubt and his skepticism about the proposal and the lady who claimed she would break him out. He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to do, but he didn't have a choice. He was quickly going insane from being locked up for days. If there was a chance, he was going to take it no matter what
( ... )
Elizaveta was anxious. The 'papa' would be here any time soon, and the boy was eying the jump with hesitation. She grimaced, was she going to have to climb up again and get him? Or worse, catch him
( ... )
With adrenaline pumping through his veins, Peter fought through his exhaustion and ran down the street like a mad dog. He could almost sense that Papa was realizing something had gone wrong and was hurrying up the stairs. As they turned the corner, he felt Papa unbolting the door and seeing the broken-in window. As they hopped into the taxi, he knew Papa was storming down the stairs to chase after them
( ... )
Elizaveta smiled at the boy, who was slurping up the coffee like he hadn't had anything to drink in days. Which, she supposed, was right. Who knows how long he had gone without coffee, the poor guy. Leaning back into her seat, she watched the roads fly by through her window.
"My name..." She wondered whether or not to tell the truth. But then, what could have gone wrong? It wasn't like she was doing anything horribly criminal. "My name is Elizaveta. You may know about the elections going on for mayor right now. I work for one of the candidates... Mr. Roderich Edelstein." She paused, staring at the taxi driver.
"It's nothing big, really. We just need your help for a little... business that we need to do. To return a favour, if you will." She smiled wryly, putting a finger to her lips. "I'll tell you more once we get to my house."
As if on cue, the taxi driver arrived in front of Centralia Apartments, a drastic change in quality from Peter's nice, clean house.
Comments 13
Reply
Reply
Reply
"My name..." She wondered whether or not to tell the truth. But then, what could have gone wrong? It wasn't like she was doing anything horribly criminal. "My name is Elizaveta. You may know about the elections going on for mayor right now. I work for one of the candidates... Mr. Roderich Edelstein." She paused, staring at the taxi driver.
"It's nothing big, really. We just need your help for a little... business that we need to do. To return a favour, if you will." She smiled wryly, putting a finger to her lips. "I'll tell you more once we get to my house."
As if on cue, the taxi driver arrived in front of Centralia Apartments, a drastic change in quality from Peter's nice, clean house.
Reply
Leave a comment