True Friends: Kidnapped by Lulu Nighthaven & Breeana Willow Vala (electronic book reader TXT) 📖

(!!!!!!!Strife!!!!!!!)


Raven quickly sealed the letter into an envelope and slapped a stamp on it; she tossed it on the table in the hall where she always did. Becky would put it in the mail box for her in the morning if she overslept.
She went back into her room and climbed into her bed. She waited for Becky, thinking about her letter. When Becky came in Raven was out cold. Becky tucked her in and pressed a kiss to her daughter’s forehead. She walked slowly to the door and closed it lightly.
Fifty-five minutes later Joey was shaking her awake and shoving a black backpack into her hands. Joey left the room and snuck back to his own. Raven opened the bag and sat it on the bed. She went to her closet, she grabbed a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt sweater, and black tennis shoes. She changed clothes quickly then got out the black weight lifting gloves and black cap from the bag.
Raven zipped up the bag and left her room quietly. She went to Joey’s room and over to the window he had left open for her. She climbed out the window and quietly down the slopping of the roof. She reached the ground in what she was sure was a record time.
On the ground Joey waited for her, tapping his hand against his jean covered thigh with nervous energy. When they both had their packs swung onto their shoulders and were sure Mikey couldn’t see them, they quickly ran across the yard.
“Ok, we’re in the clear. You still awake?” Joey asked, whispering, though he wasn’t sure why.
“Yeah. Let’s go.” Raven said, whispering automatically.
“Ok. Follow me.” Joey said.
They slipped back into the shadows and ran across the street, avoiding the street lights. When they were a good mile or so away from the house, they stood up straight and continued to walk, like a couple of kids who had to stay real late at school, so late that they didn't want to go home. A few minutes later a cop car drove up and stopped next to them. The cop motioned them to him.
"You kids heading home?" The cop asked, lifting an eyebrow at all the black.
"No, we're just heading over to a friend’s place." Raven said smoothly, she was a way better actor than Joey, and it was only a half lie. They were going to a friend’s place, just not in the same context as the cop thought.
"Without your parents? Aren't two a little young to be walking the streets alone at night? Especially with Gunther Patton being in this neighborhood?" The cop asked, referring to Gunny the gun Patton, the latest killer roaming the streets. From what the reporter on the news said, Gunny had been seen last in the direction she and Joey were heading. Thankfully, Joey's mom had no clue. Especially since the guy was somehow tied to the Mafia.
"We ain't scared of Old Gunny the Gun. 'Sides, we're going down ths road then to the right, not straight down the road." She answered, feeling Joey stiffen next to her. He knew Gunny was a serious killer, and thought Raven didn't give the fear factor enough credit in that area. She knew it was serious, but he still didn't scare her.
"Ok, go on. I'll follow you though, just to make sure you get there safely." The cop said, giving them a stiff nod in the direction they were heading.
Not concerned, Joey and Raven started walking down the road again. The cop kept a good distance, but stayed close enough that he would see if there was trouble. When they saw their fake destination was within distance, they waved at the cop to tell him they were there. But as they turned back Raven noticed the horrified look on the cops face, and saw him jump out of the car from the corner of her eye.
Facing completely forward she saw the source of the cop's horror. Less than five feet away stood Gunther the gun.
Gunther was tall, probably a good six-four at the least, Raven thought. He has long, greasy, lanky hair, the color of slick oil. He held a ’48 magnum in one hand and a ’41 caliber in the other. Joey’s eyes were frozen on the guns, as were the cops. But the guns weren’t what had Raven’s attention. She was staring at the killer’s eyes. They were an ice blue, and entirely void of feeling or emotion.
She stared him in the eye, not daring to make any sudden movements, knowing that like any poisonous snake, he would strike if he felt threatened. Using a skill she had learned not to long ago, she scanned the bushes and hedges lined along the sidewalk out of the corner of her eye, looking for the cop.
She spotted him, kneeling inside the open door on his patrol car, and she would have bet everything that he was calling for back-up. Even a young cop like him wasn’t cocky enough to take on Gunther the gun by himself.
“Evening.” Raven said, calm as ever.
Joey’s eyes swung to her for half a second, just long enough she could see that he didn’t understand how even she could be calm in that moment.
The killer flashed an evil and slimy smile down at her. “Good Evening, and aren’t you two a little young to be roaming the streets without an adult escort of some type or another?” He asked in a strangely educated and mature voice. He had a British accent that surprised Raven.
“Yes, but our plans could get us into some serious trouble with the law if we had just any normal escort.” Raven said, giving the killer a sly, lop-sided grin. “And we really don’t have jail on our to-do- list’s. You know what I mean?”
“What are doing that could get you into trouble? You’re just a little girl.” Gunther asked, easing one of his guns back into his jeans pocket. He didn’t need it to get rid of some kids, or at least that’s what he think, Raven thought.
“We figured we would get an early start when it comes to…getting someone out of our way. Isn’t that right, Blade?” She asked, turning to Joey, willing him to catch on and catch on quick.
“Yeah, right, Corvus.” He said, slipping into Latin when he came to her name. It was risky, ‘cause Gunther might know Latin, but it worked.
“Oh? Never heard of kid killers before.” Gunther said, sounding thoughtful.
“Well, you have now.” Raven said, still looking Gunther in the eye. She would leave the human reactions to Joey’s mom, later, much, much, later.
“Yes, I guess I have.”
"Hey, you know, Joey, we could use a metor. You think you would be up to it Mr. Gun?"
Gunther's eyes light up with interest at her suggestion.
Before he could answer though, the bright lights of and sounds of police sirens invaded the dead night. Gunther froze. He turned and tried to run but Raven was quicker. She ripped off her back pack and threw it at Gunther's head. It hit its mark and he was down for the count.
"Raven?" Joey asked, his voice barely audible over the sirens and cops.
"Yeah?" She asked, stepping up to his side so she could hear him better. He grabbed her arms and yanked her in front of him and started yelling at her. At first she couldn't make out his words, but she was able to hear bits and parts afer a moment.
"...Your insane...stupidest most arrogant act...any idea of the consequences...craziest thing since...!" He continued with his rant, bbut finally stopped shaking her, only to continue the confusion around them by hugging her until she couldn't breath.
Finally, the police chief came over and saved her. Although she would rather have put up with the furious Joey than the cops.
"Excuse me kids, but I need you both to come with me." The chief said, gesturing to his car. An hour later they were sitting in seperate interigation rooms waiting for Joey's mom.
The door to Raven's Perp Room (her nick name for it) opened and she stiffened. They lights were dim, but she could see well enough that she knew 'Chief Henderson' was back, this time with coffee.
"Hello, want some coffee, kid?"
"No. By the way, don't call me kid, I have a name."
"Well, I'll stop calling you kid when you start talkin'."
"There ain't nothin' to tell."
"That's not what your brother says."
Raven stiffened for a second, then relaxed back into the chair. She knew Joey wouldn't talk. This guy obviously thought she was stupid. But Joey wouldn't talk, there wasn't anything to tell.
Before Henderson could ask another question Raven heard a noise outside the door, then it was threw open and Becky Strife walked in. She walked across the room to RAven and grabbed her into a feirce hug.
"Ma'am, I take it your the 'Mother' of this child." Said Henderson, not even bothering to cover his thick implications over the world mother.
"Yes, I am. And for your information, Mr. Henderson, I ould have your job for this." Becky said. "Questioning two innocent children, without the precense of their mother or her lawyer. But then again, not every mother is a lawyer herself, so I can, and will, have your job for this."
Raven was stunned, not once had Becky ever shown her professional side to Raven. Now Raven understood why all the cases she took she usually won. On rare occasion she would lose one, but it was very rare.
For the first time since