The Hunt

Chapter 10 - High Ordeals

"You never gave a damn about her, Kyarra." I spit with such ruthlessness.

"She needs to go to a hospital, Raven! Don't call me inconsiderate for that!" She shouts back at me. It's weird being called by my birth name, again. Claire—Timber, and I haven't brought it up in years between each other because we've just found it so weird after being labelled as Rocori and Timber.

"All of our faces are broadcasted all over Arcana, probably over the whole side of North America by now! Going to a hospital wouldn't do us any good!"

"Then she's going to die here!" Kya places her hands on her head, trying to ruffle her hair. "I'm so surprised you suddenly care about that." I snap selfishly and she doesn't hesitate to punch me clean in the face.

I stagger back, gripping the closest table and holding my jaw. "She is the only one who can get close to him." She defends, crossing her arms.

I scoff. "Who, Striker? So she's just bait now?" She begins shaking her head. "You're only thinking about winning right now, Kya. Wake up. You might not even have a team if you act like that."

"That's not true—"

"Bullshit." I hiss.

She changes the subject again. "Even if she lives, she'll have to give up the crime life." I shake my head sharply, stepping closer to her. "No. She won't. She will never give up the crime life. We're not done."

"You can't possibly still be thinking
about that—"

"We're not talking about this anymore."

"Fine," She slaps her hands against her thighs and I turn around, grabbing my car keys from the table. "Where are you going?"

I spin the keychain on my finger. "Out. I'm gonna be my own personal American spy!" I mockingly kick my heels together and head down the stairs, making sure to grab a specific bracelet as well.

Before she can protest anything else, I'm already getting into my car and trying to avoid any and all thoughts about Claire's personal health status.

I speed out of the garage and make a break for the highway, merging so good I barely manage to cut someone off.

My real name is Raven Louvremont. I go by the alias of Rocori because my first cat's name was Rocco. I wanted to expand that name to something more uncommon, so I chose Rocori.

My best friend is Claire Alpharo. She stuck with my personal nickname of Timber for her after our first night out in our early youth to celebrate the new path in our life; the crime life.

She didn't know how many drinks she could handle, and ended up continuously asking — and singing — the song Timber. Endlessly embarrassed.

Rolling into the city and parking under one of the sky-tram bridges, I walked the way over to AA; Arcana's finest Apartments. It's just a blissful guess that Striker is here because A) It's rich. And B) He's not from here originally. Our arrest is just part of his job.

While he's spending months here in Arcana, he's losing a bit of his tan. I'm assuming he's from Vegas; I caught a glimpse of a few poker chips in his gear.