Jack the Kid

[ifallupstairs]

"If you didn't care...then why did you stop...why didn't you just walk away...I'm broken I get it...but I am also repairing...I see now that you mean me no harm...it-it-it's just I dont know anything about anyone and when someone tells you your whole life in a matter of minutes, it feels like you are being strangled and have failed yourself. I understand you don't want me...but can you at least point me in the direction of someone who does...someone who cares?" Vaka asked feeling more lost than when she did when she woke up on the balcony with him. The gray area was a little less gray but the black places were still dark as pitch in her mind.

[Invader Len]

Jack was silent at her response, standing still. Making up his mind, he called out to her.
"Morgue Rouge, Cambridge. People will help you there. I don't care what you do anymore. If you really want help, ask someone other than me. I'm a thief." He replied coldly, walking off down the street. He took off his hat and cape, tossing them aside in the trash, pocketing his mask. His face void and dark, he walked in the direction that the woman had fled in. She was his first lead.

(Yes, it's short and crappy, three hours of medieval music does that to a man.)

[ifallupstairs]

"You're a theif...but you are the only person I know" Vaka called as she watched him walk away. She leaned against the wall and sunk to her butt, she didn't even know what country she was in little lone where Cambridge was. Vaka closed her eyes while she tried to think but was flooded by another memory, this time it was the two of them, she was dragging him out of some building before she collapsed on the pavement next to them, drained of power and incredibly messy and damp. When her eyes fluttered open, Vaka let out a shocked gasp, this memory made no sense to her, what had happened, what had they done.

[Invader Len]

As he stalked off, something nagged Jack at the back of his mind. He stopped, rubbing his temples, trying to not cry. What did he do now? Everything was so confusing! He... He needed help. Someone's... Anyone's... Vaka's...
He couldn't just leave her here, he realized, he loved her too much to let her go. And the woman was gone, he'd just be running into danger if he chased after her. With a turn he backtracked and grabbed Vaka's wrist, forcefully dragging her along.
"Fine. Come on, you're too slow! Do you want my help or not?!" He barked at her, speeding up. Still not satisfied with their speed, he swore and picked her up, running much faster now. He jumped into a parked taxi, dumping Vaka in the back seat as he tossed out the sleepy driver, fumbling with the keys as he started the car. He knew he shouldn't be driving, especially since this was England, but he was too paranoid to trust the driver. He drove down the street, struggling to find the highway and almost colliding a few times with other cars. He did eventually find it, driving as fast as he could to Cambridge, without attracting law enforcement of course. He ignored Vaka, trying to concentrate on the road, on his thoughts. He didn't need anyone interfereing right now.

Somehow, they managed to arrive safely in Cambridge, ditching the taxi near the city outskirts before walking into the house where they had headquarters. It was a small, pleasant looking house in a small, pleasant neighborhood. No fancy penthouse, no elaborate security perimeter, just a normal house, much like Toby's. It was nearly dawn, and still in his suit, Toby led Vaka into the house.

[ifallupstairs]

Vaka was shocked by his actions but followed along, confused as to his change of heart, she had hoped her would stay at the utmost, not drag her along. As she lay in the back seat of the taxi she watched him with his furrowed brow driving, trying to piece together why she would have dragged him from a building. Once they had arrived she sat up and placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered, "Please...wait...I need to know something...before you went to leave me in the alley I saw something and it doesn't make sense to me...first the two of us in front of a window and then this time...I was dragging you out of a building before collapsing on the pavement. What happened "

[Invader Len]

He looked back at her out of the narrowed corner of his eye, coldly shrugging her hand off his shoulder.
"People died is what happened. All because of me. You almost died too. You were badly hurt. For a long time, you were badly hurt." He said quietly, recalling how she reacted whenever she saw water.
"And then, I made the biggest mistake of all, letting you unmask me. I should have turned and ran the instant you reached for my face. Saved us all a hell of a lot of trouble. A lot of pain. A lot of lies. I'm not making that mistake again." He spat, walking up to the door and ringing the bell.

Harp opened the door and let them in, Toby going upstairs and closing his door behind him. Harp smiled painfully at Vaka, taking her hand.
"Come on then, Miss Vaka. Your father is waiting."
(LE short. Still unpacking. I'm back though, so it'll be longer next time!)

[ifallupstairs]

"Jackass" Vaka muttered as he stalked off, she just wanted an answer, not his drama. It was clear that thing had fallen a long way and she had obviously put him off, but surprise, when you don't remember much, how are you supposed to be compassionate and loving to someone you rarely know.

Vaka looked to the older man and said, "Sir...I am really sorry, I don't doubt that he is my father...but to look at him I will not know him...something happened to my head and I can't remember anything. That jackass that ran upstairs knows more about my life and assumed a crash course in my life would make me fall in love with him and want to be by his side...and memories of him keep coming back...somewhere in my...person I know some part of me loves him but I don't know him and after he realized I am just well, ya know, scared and acting just to try and keep myself safe, he started yelling at me and treating me like I am doing this purposely and purposely repressing all my memories...If you could just, I don't know...point me to somewhere I can get a drink or take a nap I would be the most grateful...this has been a terrible past day and I am tired of being treated as the villian."