The Orphanage

Tap tap tap...

The sound of shoes tapping down the hall. It had been days since she lost her mother to a tragic fall of New York. Lavander, a young girl who followed her mothers and her ancestors footsteps down their path. She wore a white dress, bright lavender eyes glistening as her white hair fluttered and rested against her pale skin. Alone, she had appeared in the doorway of the orphanage.

Day in and day out she sat constantly watching other kids come and go. She would go out to the streets, for simple jobs. Jobs a young girl could do. She would return home that night back to the orphanage seeing one kid had been taken and adopted she waited knowing she was not going to give up on that hope. 

Staring down the steps in the morning she watched as men and women moved around the streets. Sitting in a dress she waited before heading down to see if she can make a little bit of change. She was starting early was what she thought to her self daily.

She was stopped by a man who asked a question, "Want to learn a faster way to make some change?" 

She would nod, and be taught how to steal purses from the slow old women and get away with it, She tried and was surprised. The first amount of 60$ went straight to her pocket as she ran back to the place she called home.

The next day she took three purses and ditched them in the dumpster. With a sigh she would look at the sky waiting till the coast was clear, "this is what mothers job was?" She thought before heading back and sitting down hearing how some kids were adopted while she was out.

This went on for years, finally sent to the streets, the sweet girl was alone in the alley, met by a older man who told her she was being watched and to do some jobs for his boss. She agreed as long as there was something in it for her at the end.

A Place to call home?

Lavander stood staring down the steps one day, waiting till she was called to from the sidewalk at the base of the steps. Slowly the girl raised her head, staring down at the man. Standing, slowly, she spoke out, "What brings you here mister?" That question needing its answer, she seemed to think she remembered this mans face but she was not going to risk bringing up the name encase she was wrong.

The man spoke holding out his hand, a smile across the mans face as she listened, "Why I am here to bring you to your new home, of course. Who would have been insane enough to do any job for some older men needing someones clean records to get away with it, hmm~?" 

She raised her brow but spoke up, heading down the steps. "Yes but what do you see that others can not?" The man answered back, "Well I knew your mother my dear Lavander. Not only that I have waited to see if you were anything like her, sure enough your steps fit each mark she left behind." 

Clearly thinking she had misheard, "If I filled her steps why would I be sitting here waiting to see what would happen for days and months on end?" The man would shake his head and let a chuckle pass his grin. "Kid you got much to learn, come with me." She would follow as he said she was now part of his crew, his family. She was helped into a car and sat quietly till they reached the HQ escorted out and inside.

"Welcome, kid, to your new home. Wear the name of it proudly as you go about your daily jobs." She gave a nod in understanding and was led to her room. Settling down she figured she would have to go out and work just to get on her feet now more than before. Ready she put away what little things she had left, she put away the items that kept her close to her mother and headed out. She whispered as she went down a alley way to see about finding some old lady for her purse. "Maximum Carnage? I could get used to this." She could not help but smile as she went down the road, just another young gangster roaming the streets.

A Night on the Streets.

Such a long night, the night had brought forth a night out drinking when she became a made man with a name behind her. She stat at the bar, talking to those she had met, some friends of her mothers spent the night chatting away. Knowing full well that she was small she drank more than she should. 

With the room spinning she sat chatting with her head propped in her hand as she waited for her ride home to pick her up. With a soft sigh she stood and let those she was talking to know she would be back. Heading towards the restroom, she was stopped by a man who asked her a question and shook her head not understanding she headed to the restroom. 

Not long after she returned back to her group and enjoyed the last few hours before a man came behind her and said her ride had arrived to take her home. With a nod she went out, looking around only to be called a little ways down the street. She may have been drunk but she could walk or run if needed, even if she needed to fight. She felt a hand reach from the alley and pull her by the arm into the darkness. 

Next thing she knew she was staring at a man who loomed over her. Pinning her to the wall he spoke into her ear, "Whats a little girl doing outside all by herself?" 

Lavander glared before speaking up her answer with a slur, "Just enjoying a night out. Now if you do not mind, let me go and do not touch me again you foul little rat." The man only chuckled and covered her mouth before speaking again, "I think I like you better when that pretty little mouth of yours is shut." 

Forcibly she bit the mans hand breaking skin as she grinned. "Oi, never tell a women to stay quiet." She kneed the man so he went down. Staring down at the man she tightened her hands as the man chuckled. "Such a feisty little thing huh?" He stood up swinging a fist the short girl took that first hit grabbing his arm before returning the punch back. He backed off shortly as she moved further down the alley and grabbed a glass bottle from beside the cans waiting for him to come near. 

The man walked down the sound of stones being moved by the mans feet, Lavander thought to herself "That is one noisy rodent huh..." She stepped out of the shadow before the man. "There you are.... Thought I was going to chase you all night. You wouldn't make me do that would you kid?" She gave a sly smile before allowing herself to be pinned against the wall his hand combing through her hair she waited till his guard was down. Feeling his breath on her neck she brought the bottle up hard, shattering it on the back of the mans head. Not minding the fact that glass was on her and in her hair she let him slump over unconscious. Slowly moving away from the fallen man she went back to the sidewalk towards the bar where her ride was waiting for her. "The fuck happened to you miss?" She shook her head, "Ill explain on the way home." She sighed climbing into the backseat and watched the roads as they left. "Fucking rats," She muttered, "This one happened to be just another one looking for a drunk girl to take advantage." The driver looked back, "You were not hurt were you?" She stretched and picked chunks of the glass from her hair, "Not that I know of, though I do need to clean this glass off me when I get back to HQ." The night drug on as she got back and relaxed till the morning came.

The start of a chase....

Earlier in the day, she had been walking, doing a job and getting information for a shipment for some group for a cut of the pay. Sitting alone at the docks scratching notes and watching men walk by. Staring down at the water she stood, moving not far near a door to a building she listened through the crack getting the times and dates of the shipments. With the information in hand she turned walking away. Heading to the bar to sit and wait till the meeting time.

Four hours later that evening, it was near midnight the moon full she slipped from the bar heading over to the alley on the main road between two shops. The evening was quiet, looking around, she was supposed to be met by one man. Though she stared into the dark alley she turned pressing her back to the cold brick wall waiting.

"You made it little miss, You alone?" The male spoke in a hushed tone. 
"Yes, sir. I am alone, and you?" She asked curiously.

The man did not answer, she moved off the wall and let out a sigh. "Well if you cant give me a clear answer then I shall take my leave." The man stared at her for a minute more in silence, before holding his hand out with a envelope. "Here is your pay if you give me the information." Lavander raised her brow before accepting it and placing the paper in the mans hand, shoving the envelope folded small into her dresses top. 

She watched the man go, but before turning the corner he snapped his fingers and said. "Sorry, but not sorry for what might happen tonight." A hand came straight to her neck shoving her into the wall in a vicious manner. She felt her head hit the wall before reaching a hand out, grabbing the mans arm and putting pressure on his elbow  causing him to release her neck before sending her knee into his groin  making the man stumble. "Fucking rodent" She muttered and drew her revolver from her left thigh where she had it strapped. Aiming it blindly at the man and fired a shot grazzing his cheek and blowing a peice of his ear off his head, That was it, he had stumbled and found a broken rusty pipe and swung cracking her against the head, with that she collapsed in the alley as the man spat and walked away dropping the pipe.

Waking up, staring at the concrete ground bruised and head pounding here white hair matted with dried blood. How long was she out? She looked around slowly before sitting up, cradling her head in her hands for a bit. The pounding in her head making her want to find some liqour to take care of its pain. Standing she swayed as the world spun. She headed back towards the street.

Slowly making her way back to HQ to take care of herself, she was watched by bystanders since it was the middle of the evening. Once back to HQ she decided after rest she would deal with the man who knocked her out the night before.