Lost and Found

Chapter Seven

Trubel's POV

Dwaine was an interesting guy. He caught my attention because he was one of the only people that talked to me. I didn't really talk to him, though; everyone here drove me crazy. I hated them all, so I didn't give Dwaine a chance, especially since he was one of the people that brought me here.

"You know, it would probably be a good idea if you didn't piss off Andre," he said. It was just Dwaine and me alone in the room. The others were planning what they were going to do to Nick and me.

I ignored him.

"And you should probably stop telling him to kill you," he said.

"He's going to, anyway," I told him. "I know that. I'm not an idiot."

Dwaine laughed. "I kinda like you. You're feisty. I wish Andre would keep you around."

I ignored him again.

"Seriously, how many people have you killed?" he asked. That was a weird question to suddenly ask. He must have had an idea of what the answer was. I didn't dignify it with a response.

"Ten?" No response. "Twenty?" No response. I shot him an annoyed expression. "How many?"

"I don't know," I said, annoyed. I just wanted him to shut up, and I really didn't know.

"Damn," the man said admiringly. "That many?" He paused. "I'm just saying, it's hard to find good help these days." He looked at me. "You seem like you could be a bank robbing kind of chick. Or a car thief. Definitely a streetfighter. You ever been in a police chase?" This guy was ridiculous. He wasn't wrong about my potential, and I had stolen a few cars in the past, but it was still ridiculous that he was fascinated by all of it.

I decided to play along. "Yeah, and I got away, too."

"Really?" Dwaine asked.

"Do you see me in jail?" I replied, sounding kind of snarky.

"You're one crazy bitch, aren't you?" the man asked happily and excitedly. He was too interested in what I had done.

I smiled smugly. "I've seen a few things, and I've done a few things, too," I said proudly and mysteriously.

"I knew it," Dwaine said. "Sometimes I think Andre goes a little overboard. If he wouldn't kill me for it, I'd take you out right now, and we could kill a few members of the North End Crew."

Woah. I didn't think he liked me that much. Maybe I could get him to keep Andre from killing Nick and I. "Nick's a cop. I bet I could get information on a ton of people from the North End Crew for us."

"You'd trick your friend?" the man asked.

"I haven't even had a real conversation with the man in months," I lied, attempting to sound indifferent. "I don't want him dead, but I wouldn't mind digging through some gang unit files."

"That's cold," Dwaine said, smiling. "By the way, my name is Dwaine."

"I know." People had said his name around me before. "People call me Trubel," I introduced.

"Sweet," Dwaine approved.

"Doesn't matter," I said grumpily. "I'm dead," I added, trying to get Dwaine to help me.

Dwaine made an unhappy face. "Guess so. Maybe I could talk to Andre."

Suddenly, another guard walked in to replace Dwaine.

"See you later," Dwaine said. He winked at me and I smiled at him.

"What the hell?" the new guard asked. I hadn't smiled since I got here, aside from when I hurt someone; I could never help myself. Anyway, the new guard was weirded out.