To Keep a Secret {PUI}

[IkoSibella]

Well known by the criminal underbelly and the Black Market runners Mouse trades mostly in the material, but every now and then something else, a secret, catches her attention and she keeps it.

 

[IkoSibella]

Θlivia ℳouse Σzmeena

. . .Back when we were kids. . .
―――――――― ⟺ Oh, I know that love is pain⟺
. . .Swore we would never die. . .
―――――――― ⟺But we can't cut it from out these veins⟺
. . .You and me were kids. . .
―――――――― ⟺I know I could lie but I'm telling the truth⟺
. . .Swear that we’ll never die. . .
―――――――― ⟺I come alive when I'm close to the madness⟺

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"I heard a rumor" he began, walking beside Mouse, a small smirk tugging her lips as she shook her head. "Rumors are bullshit, you know that" she retorted in a slightly condescending tone a small snort of laughter coming from her nose as she turned a corner, tugging the sleeve down of her jacket a stiff breeze from the sea front sending a chill down her spine. "Yer well. . .should pay attention to them every now and then Mouse, you might learn something" he snapped, his words edged with ice. "Yer maybe, if I wanna learn a load of s**t that means nothing" she snapped back glowering at him glowering at him slightly her liquid gold eyes hardening for a moment before she let out a soft laugh and shook her head. "Ill catch you later. . .got a job to do" she announced waving her hand behind her back as she jumped up on top of a crate, jumping a little higher she grabbed the edge of a window sill and hauled herself up on strong arms. Making a stronger jump she caught the edge of the roof and pulled herself up completely, standing on the edge of the gutter and the tiles she gave a lazy two finger salute laughing as he flipped her the bird and walked off.

Pulling her hair back into a scruffy ponytail she pulled her goggles up of her neck and fit the snugly to her face. Down there she stood out like a sore thumb she knew she did. Who else had sapphire blue and plum purple toned hair? Who else had bright eyes that looked like she had had a pot of glitter chucked in them? Covering her eyes was easy enough, climbing up onto the roof tops was even easier. Up here she was free, it was her land, she knew it. . . she could get half way across the city with out even breaking a sweat. Scratching her head she took of in a slow run, the roof disappearing under her feet until with a small intake of breath she jumped and cleared the gap between buildings, the street some fifteen, twenty foot below her. Carrying on she pushed to the older half of the city, the parts that over hung the rivers and lent out towards the ocean. Made of old ships and hard wood the city streets were a dizzying distance below her, people small enough to look like toys from where she stood. Catching a rope in her gloved hand she swung out across one such gap, using her momentum she waited until she was at the very furthest point of the swing before letting go and clearing the last few meters to the next roof.

Nearly all of the paths and runs across the roof's she had made herself some she had found merely by scaling the city and mapping the canopy as well as the streets, either way she could spend the whole day out in the city and never touch the floor way up on the roof tops she could see everything, get to everything and best of all, no one saw her.

Making her way over the roof top she had landed on she knelt down halfway across beside a small domed window, leaning down she looked through the glass making sure the room below the skylight was empty. Digging out the rope she had stashed on the roof earlier from with in a barrel she looped and knotted one end in a lazy noose and looped it round the remains of what had once been the ships mast before it was made a house on the coast. Lifting the skylight she knelt down once more and dipped her head inside this time, looking around at all angles to make sure it was empty she lowered the rope down and then herself making sure her exit was there she set to work. Picking the lock to the door was easy, it would be the rest of the house that was more a challenge. An old war ship from the the first war it was creaky and prone to strange noises, she would have to be careful in telling the difference between an old ship creek and a footstep.

Sneaking through the house she pulled her hood up and hid her hair, the lenses in her goggles filtering the light and giving her a shimmering low light vision of the ships guts making her able to see in the dark as she snuck around. Picking another lock she paused, listening carefully she held her breath, the subtle thud of her heart in her chest all she could hear before she set back on the lock, a muted thud and a sharp click letting her know it was open as she pushed the door in on the room and stepped inside, closing it behind her. She knew what she was here for, the deed papers to one of the inn's in the city had been lost a week back in a game of poker, the loser had had the papers lifted from the winners home and now Mouse was here stealing them back from with in the very walls of one of the Empires Senators. She wondered how she got herself in these situations sometimes but then she knew she enjoyed it to much to quit. . .especially when she got into places like the Kings Summer Palace, which had been one hell of a job.

Listening for the click of the first tumbler on the safe she held her breath cancelling out all the other noises. One ear on the safe the other on the hall behind her she paused in between the clicks of the sixteen barrel lock and eventually got in, pulling open the heavy steel door she dug out the paperwork she needed, pocketed a pink diamond for her papa and turned on her heel, leaving her lock picks in the safes lock and the room open behind her, just to prove a point. Locking the door to the room she entered through back behind her she climbed up the rope and hauled it out, carefully replacing the skylight she dug around in her pocket and pulled out a black marker, drawing her symbol of a mouses nose complete with whiskers on the glass of the sunlight she climbed down the side of the building and rejoined life on the ground tugging her hood down as the alarm was sounded, a great crying coming up from the house, the enraged senator realizing what had happened. Vaulting the fence of the gardens her boots touched the side of the street as her hand pulled her goggles down from her face liquid gold eyes catching the light of the sunset a smirk on her lips as she walked off down the street, gone just as easily as she came.

Three streets over she walked into the Inn like she was just another person, settling at the bar she waved at the bar tender and waited a half pint of beer appearing before which she sniffed at suspiciously and dipped her pinky in before sipping, the bar tender rolled his eyes and shook his head at her "Mouse, honestly No one is gonna try and kill you in here" he chided with a sigh. "Maybe. . .maybe not" she answered back, taking a deeper sip and licking the foam of her upper lip.

She was not a traditional beauty she knew that. Shimmering gold eyes and two tone hair made her appear a little wild. A hard look set on her brow from her constant watching of everyone and everything made her look angry and her lips seemed set in a permanent pout, not to mention her choice of tight leather and denim always in dark blacks and blues along with jackets with high collars and hoods she walked a fine line between stereotypical thief and assassin attire but she loved it. It was the scars on her forearms and the slave mark on her face that she knew threw a lot of people off. People tended to avoided the branded ones which had always made her laugh, let alone the rumors floating around about her being a vampire due to her weird eyes. "Honestly Mouse. . .lighten up a little, the whole world int out to get you" he teased shaking his head. Arching an eyebrow, Mouse let out a soft laugh and pulled her sleeves up, scratching at the skin on her wrist before slamming her forearms down on the bar soft skin of her wrists facing up. On both her arms a long thick line of scar tissue stretched from her wrist to the crook of her elbow, knots of scarred tissue at the ends closest to her wrists where they had pushed the burning irons under her skin. "The day I stop watching the world for the ones out to get me is the day I end up dead" she growled out. Lifting one hand to take another sip of her half pint the other left down as the bar tender stood gaping at it open mouthed and horrified.

Behind her the door to the inn suddenly bust open, three heavy set and heavily armed guards stomping in. Pulling her sleeves down Mouse gave the bartender a slow wink and making a shush motion with her finger against her lips knowing the guards would be looking for her not that they knew she was who they were after.

. . .I know I could try looking for something new. . .
⟺Some people pray to their God for some magic ⟺――――――――
. . .Others are quietly going insane. . .
⟺But I feel alive when I'm close to the madness ⟺――――――――
. . .Worn to the bones. . .
⟺I told myself, This could be rough ⟺――――――――
. . .Swear that I’ll never die. . .
⟺We swore we could never die ⟺――――――――

 

[IkoSibella]

Θlivia ℳouse Σzmeena

. . .Back when we were kids. . .
―――――――― ⟺ Oh, I know that love is pain⟺
. . .Swore we would never die. . .
―――――――― ⟺But we can't cut it from out these veins⟺
. . .You and me were kids. . .
―――――――― ⟺I know I could lie but I'm telling the truth⟺
. . .Swear that we’ll never die. . .
―――――――― ⟺I come alive when I'm close to the madness⟺

"Olivia Ezmeena I raised you better than that! he snapped narrowing his eyes at her as she stood sheepishly looking down at the floor below her, her two tone hair a curtain between herself and her papa. "Wasping up the Nobles is one thing but catching the attention of the Guard is quite another! he added with a heavy exasperated sigh rubbing his hand over the gruff stubble of his few day old beard. "I know papa but I couldn't resist" she answered with a slight pout making her sound a touch petulant. "That is all well and good but sending them on some wild goose chase is a sure fire way to keep their attention" he huffed throwing his hands above his head in an exasperated manner before shaking his head and turning away walking back across his shop.

The shop was a front, nearly all the shops in this part of the city were, cute little stores that sold all manner of things hid the real nasty stuff out back, her papa, who was also her owner dealt in weapons and jewels, both things she 'collected' for him as well as his vast clientele. "If it makes you feel any better papa, I swiped you a very large pink diamond" she answered having no defense nor come back to her 'fathers' stress as to her behavior.

Pulling the Diamond out of her pocket she chuckled when he turned round and his eyes flew wide. Scurrying forward he plucked it up from her gloved hand pulling his glasses down from his head to take a closer, clearer look. Her papa was an old man now. He had brought her on the slave market when she was three years old, now twenty two years later he had the appearance of a man that was both tired and excited all at the same time. A thick mustache of wiry grey hair covered his top lip in a heavy rug of fluff. The same hair covering his head and chin made his beady eyes all that more small and coal like. He was a thick set man, muscle on muscle when he was younger he was a little softer now but still bullish and strong, a hard faced b*****d when he had to be but he had always been soft with her. "Well Olivia, you done well" he relented with a grin, scooping her into a one armed hug and letting her go quickly. "Another package was left for you this morning. . .some snobbish p***k dropped it off" he huffed waving his beefy hand at the shop counter.

Edging forward she took the envelope in her hand, feeling along the manila surface she felt for anything unusual, grit or wire under the thick paper. Lifting her foot she brought the sole to rest against the edge of counter tugging a switch knife from the leather cuff she flicked the blade out and eased it under the glued edge, leaning her forearm on her raised leg as she worked. "Wonder whether the peacocks have remembered I'm a thief not an assassin this time?" she mused with a grin sliding the razor sharp knife through the paper with a satisfied smile.

. . .I know I could try looking for something new. . .
⟺Some people pray to their God for some magic ⟺――――――――
. . .Others are quietly going insane. . .
⟺But I feel alive when I'm close to the madness ⟺――――――――
. . .Worn to the bones. . .
⟺I told myself, This could be rough ⟺――――――――
. . .Swear that I’ll never die. . .
⟺We swore we could never die ⟺――――――――

 

[IkoSibella]

Θlivia ℳouse Σzmeena

. . .Back when we were kids. . .
―――――――― ⟺ Oh, I know that love is pain⟺
. . .Swore we would never die. . .
―――――――― ⟺But we can't cut it from out these veins⟺
. . .You and me were kids. . .
―――――――― ⟺I know I could lie but I'm telling the truth⟺
. . .Swear that we’ll never die. . .
―――――――― ⟺I come alive when I'm close to the madness⟺

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Jumping from the very edge of the building she landed in a cat like crouch on the very tip of the sail beam of the war ship. "Alright Livvy. . .little steps. . .baby steps. . ." mouthing the words to herself, her voice nothing but a breathy whisper she refused to look down. She had been up high before, she sailed over roofs tops and jumped gaps between buildings that would leave her plummeting to death with one wrong step and a missed rope but this. . .this had her heart pounding in her chest.

Edging forward, up on her tip toes she kept her balance perfectly, titling with the breeze and the roll of the ship she was up in the rigging, treading the high beam of the main sail in the dead of night. If she over extended one way she would land in the ocean, if she went the other the tarred oak deck of the ship would be the last thing she knew. It was being out on the ship that was upsetting her a little. She may live in a harbor city with several docks and homes made from old ships but that did not mean in anyway she liked water, she couldn't even swim which made it even worse but she swallowed her nervousness as much as she could and got on with what she was here to do.

Making it to the very end of the high beam she crouched, gripping the beam with gloved hands she lowered her body down, legs spread either side of her until she simply let her body drop. Hanging upside down hooked at the knees over the sail beam she watched the ship below her, blue and purple hair tucked away under a thin slip of material that covered her head, the rest of her body clad in a tight black body suit and slippers on her feet to mute as much noise as possible. Across her chest was slung a small black bag, for the moment empty but it would not stay that way for long. Taking hold of the rope beside her she she kept her grip and watched the ship deck. . .easing her way out she lifted one leg, then the other hooking her feet round the rope, hands following as she began her descent down the rope until she touched the rail at the side of the ship. Looking around her spotted a lamp light across the bow and twisted, dropping out of sight in an instant, nothing more than finger tips keeping her attached to the side of the ship as she hung above the waves lapping the side of the boat.

Swallowing she waited, muscles tight but bearing the weight of the body easily enough as she waited for the lamp bearer to pass. Sidling along she crept slowly round the ship until she was far enough away from the lamp bearer to not be found and hauled herself up, a controlled flip on strong arms landing her silently on the deck before she scuttled of using the shadows made by barrels and the structure to keep herself hidden. Picking the lock on the cabin door she paused every now and then, waiting, listening, her breath held for so long she had to fight a gasp when she eventually breathed again but several tense minutes later she was in. Slipping in she shut the door behind her and crept through, the sound of snoring a welcome sound helped her gauge easier whether she had been detected by the sleeping captain if the ship or not.

Sneaking through his cabin she began looking for what she had been paid to find. A small ship in a bottle, no bigger than a beer bottle with a forty gunner inside, a diamond no bigger than her pupil hidden away inside that little ship was what her client wanted but she would just snatch the bottle, far more interesting and poignant when the captain woke up and found out what had happened. Listening out for the snoring as she searched she thought she had what she was looking for, holding the small bottled ship up to the lamp light she watched for the glittering of a diamond only to be struck by the sudden thought the cabin was far to quiet.

Whipping round she was met by the half naked captain swinging a wild punch, stepping back she stuffed the bottle into the sack across her chest and ducked as he arched his sword up towards her body as he snatched it from the table near him. Stepping back she felt her legs slam into the table she had taken the bottle from, the rattling of a compass and a sextant making her ears thud slightly that one momentary lapse enough for him to gain ground and try to hit her again, dodging just in time she employed some of her flexibility and threw herself down under him into splits swinging on leg round she threw her body back under the table and flipped her self up back onto her feet on the other side, suddenly ever so thankful she had ran away and joined the circus in her younger years, even if she had been beat for it when she finally came home.

Putting her hands down to try and stop the table as he kicked into her she let out a sharp gasp followed by a grunt as she felt the wood bite the bone of her hips through her thin body suit. "Come here ya slut" he growled his dank face contorted by rage and insult at the idea of his cabin being invaded, reaching across the table he made for a grab and got hold of the strap for her sack and yanked it forward dragging her with it, a cry rent from her lips as her head connected with the table.

Grabbing her thin hood he connected with hair and dragged her across the table fully and now panic began to set in. Held in his fist by her hair she arched her back, twisting and turning despite the pain but his free hand grabbed her leg and forced her down. Heart pounding in her chest she kept struggling, her hands coming up grip the forearm of the hand still holding her hair and hood. "Come on'ta my ship. . .try n' steal from me will ya" he snarled dragging her down from the table and throwing her to the floor her head connecting with the ground she saw white for a moment and everything blurred.

Gasping in pain she tried to lift herself up but she was dazed and fuzzy and he was on her in an instant. Taking her by the throat he pushed her back down his free hand grabbing her crotch roughly bile rising instantly in her throat along with panic. "Ill show ya what I do ta thieves" he drawled his rancid breath hot on her face. Struggling with renewed force she twisted and tried to throw him off but his grip on her throat was slowly choking her, a hot tingle spreading across her face she struggled to breathe and even then his grip got tighter, the intense sense of helplessness only made all the more powerful as he gathered a fistful of her body suit and ripped it away from her body exposing her stomach and hips. Panicking, choking and knowing she was about to be raped she became frantic using the last of what sense she had to feel around beside her body even as he pulled the fabric of her suit down exposing her to him. Finger tips found something, she had no idea what it was but she scrambled for it and gripped it in her hand swinging with what strength she had he had not choked from her and connecting with his body as he pulled his trousers down.

His shock made him let go, sucking air down into her lungs she dragged it down into her body even as her lungs burned and kicked out as he tried to grab her again her foot connecting with his jaw more by luck than judgement sending him flying backwards and striking his head on the corner of the table he had moments before thrown her from. Gulping air down she brought herself up onto shaky arms, her whole body shaking violently, getting her feet under her she used what ever she could place her hands on to drag her up and stand again. Shaking she puled her suit back up her legs, the torn fabric covering her for the most part but it was ruined. Gathering her sack from near by she looked down at the limp captain and noted he was still breathing. . .suddenly the urge to smash his head in with the bottled ship crossed her mind, revenge for what he had tried to do to her, however leaving him there, head bleeding, knocked out with his trousers down his thighs seemed far more humiliating for him.

. . .I know I could try looking for something new. . .
⟺Some people pray to their God for some magic ⟺――――――――
. . .Others are quietly going insane. . .
⟺But I feel alive when I'm close to the madness ⟺――――――――
. . .Worn to the bones. . .
⟺I told myself, This could be rough ⟺――――――――
. . .Swear that I’ll never die. . .
⟺We swore we could never die ⟺――――――――

 

[IkoSibella]

Θlivia ℳouse Σzmeena

. . .Back when we were kids. . .
―――――――― ⟺ Oh, I know that love is pain⟺
. . .Swore we would never die. . .
―――――――― ⟺But we can't cut it from out these veins⟺
. . .You and me were kids. . .
―――――――― ⟺I know I could lie but I'm telling the truth⟺
. . .Swear that we’ll never die. . .
―――――――― ⟺I come alive when I'm close to the madness⟺

After her near miss with the Captain she had all but given up working for the richer half of her back water town. It was not long after she went back to doing the small time jobs that she got picked up by the Shadow Hands in the city. She had no idea but one of the places she had been sent to rob actully belonged to them. The information she had stolen was destined for the Grand Master, however rather than punish her he had offered her a job.

She had siezed onto that with both hands, her papa encouraged her to keep going and make something of herself but she was still a long way away from going to the Chateau. After a few 'practice' runs she had done with some of the more experienced agents the more and more she found she felt like she belonged here more than she had belonged anywhere before, she finally had a sense of purpose.

She had changed how she dressed a little, no longer wearing her skin suits she wore tight trousers made of thicker material with a loose sleevless top tucked into the waist band. Her hair had gotten a little longer, so much so she always wore it back no longer self concious about her slave brand on her face, she was more self concious however of her two tone hair quickly realizing she was one of the only ones that had such weird hair.

Today was a day off for her, so to speak. She had not been summoned at the very least so she was enjoying lazing around in the sun, the chill on the air not bothering her, the black market city had always been cold sometimes colder than this not to mention reeked of salt and beer all the time. Arm behind her head she crossed her legs at the ankle and stretched out across one of the ledges of a tall roof, the lip of black wood the perfect width for her slender body her hand that was not behind her head resting on her stomach as she simply listened to the world around her one leg dangling down over the insane drop to the street below.

. . .I know I could try looking for something new. . .
⟺Some people pray to their God for some magic ⟺――――――――
. . .Others are quietly going insane. . .
⟺But I feel alive when I'm close to the madness ⟺――――――――
. . .Worn to the bones. . .
⟺I told myself, This could be rough ⟺――――――――
. . .Swear that I’ll never die. . .
⟺We swore we could never die ⟺――――――――

Nemo Noctum