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Realistic or Modern Beauty Drawn to Crime

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Beauty Drawn to Crime

The night was on its darker hours, the moon high in the sky but completely covered by clouds, it would probably rain later. Arthur James sat on his dark living room in a couch chair, his head down as he tried to think of something, anything really, to help him out in the situation he was in. He had just borrowed a large amount of money from the most vicious crime lord in their city and he had no way to pay it all back, plus the interest fee. He was going to die. The darkness had been quick to fall upon the city and with it so did Mason Bailey.

The crime boss stepped out of his parked car, finishing up a cigar and taking in the smoke as he looked up at the building and noticed the absence of lights from the windows. He exhaled, a puff of smoking forming slightly around him before the gentle and a bit cold night wind spread it across the air. Mason threw the cigar to a nearby trash can and turned to look at his two goons. One was Pinky Joe, a large and bulky man with short brown hair and a scar under his lip. Ironically, Joe was missing his right pinky hence the nickname.

Next to him was Mason's second in command, his younger sister, Jane Bailey. Jane was a tall woman, taller than Mason, with long, very dark black hair and blue-greenish eyes. She had a cigarette lit hanging on her fingers and looked bored and hasty. "Let's get this over quickly, Mason." She said, being the only person who could either talk to Mason like that and use his first name. "We still have three more stops to make." All three of them were wearing designer suits, clearly expensive, and Mason and Jane had white ties around their necks.

The crime boss didn't answer and instead only nodded before making his way inside the building. It took them less than five minutes to go up the stairs and, like death upon someone's door, they knocked first. It was three simple and hard knocks and then silence.

As it turned out, it started to rain, the falling drops accompanied by loud thunders that provided momentarily light to the darkroom Arthur was in. Just as the first thunder flashed and finished, Arthur heard the three knocks on the door. He could tell they were heavy knocks, made with a closed fist most likely. He didn't move to open it, he knew who it was. He thought that maybe if he didn't answer they would come back another time, giving him more time to think of something.

Another knock on the door proved his theory wrong. "We know you are in there." A voice said from the other side of the door. It was a woman's voice. Arthur still did not move to open it, his legs wouldn't listen to him as he started shaking all over, sweat rolling down his forehead even though it was a chilly night.

Anna lifted her gaze from her book and towards the door of her room at the knocks upon the door of their apartment. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, closing the book after marking it. She wasn’t aware her father was expecting visitors. Especially at this late hour. Her light was on but, unfortunately, her room did not face the street, preventing her from trying to see if there was anyone down there.

Anna stepped into the dark living room, not knowing why her father was alone in the dark.

Time to Decide
[1] Turn on the lights. It's too dark to see anything and it's making you uncomfortable and you want to properly talk with your father.
[2] "Who is it?". Who, in their right mind, would knock at this hour? Don't they know what time it is?
[3] Open the door. You're too nice of a person and don't like to talk from behind walls. Plus, you want to give them a piece of your mind for knocking at this hour.
[4] Look through the peephole. Whoever it is, it's always a good habit to look before opening.
 
Beauty Drawn to Crime
Anna made up her mind. Whatever was going on with her father could wait until they handled whoever was on the other side of the door. She started to make her way towards it, planning on looking through the peephole once she got there. It was late, so she doubted it was any publicity. Crime had been a constant thing in the city and one could never bee too careful.

Meanwhile, Mason and his two companions waited outside, none of them saying a word to the people inside or to one another. Not even a sound of wood cracking under them or a sound of breathing was heard from the small group. Jane looked utterly bored and annoyed while Pinky Joe just stared aimlessly to the closed door in front of him. Mason, on the other hand, was a wall of ice, his face lacking any emotions.

Pinky Joe raised his hand one more time, closing his fist and preparing himself to knock once more, only this time the knocks would clearly be much more violent. "Just break down the door, idiot." Jane interrupted before the goon could smash his fist, taking a puff of her cigarette and blowing the smoke to the side. Not sure of what to do, Pinky Joe looked back at Mason. The crime boss had been quiet up until this point and he continued to do so. He just nodded his head slightly, not even with that much movement. The next thing the group knew, Pinky Joe was taking a step back from the door and kicking his leg against it. The door didn't hold and with just a strong kick from the goon it broke down, falling in the opposite direction.

Anna, now by the door, was hit with the shock of Pinky Joe's kick, stumbling back a couple of steps and falling back. "Anna are you alright?" Arthur asked, standing up from the chair. There was a little more light in the room, courtesy of the hallway, and Arthur's eyes bulged as he saw who was on the other side of the door. He always knew it was them, but somehow, he still held on to hope.

Anna's eyes squinted from the impact and she looked up towards the door only to see it down on the ground while the group stepped inside. First Pinky Joe, a serious and intimidating expression on his face. The goon reached for the light switch by the door, the room now bright and illuminated. Both Arthur and Anna blinked their eyes at the sudden brightness.

After Pinky Jo came Jane, a bored-filled face if there ever was on as she held the cigar between her index and middle finger. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Her eyes fell upon Anna on the ground, a small trace of a smirk appearing on her lips. Finally, entered Mason, his face neutral and unreadable as he stopped by the entrance on top of the fallen door between the other two, Jane to his right while Joe took his left.

"Hello, Arthur. You have something that belongs to me." He said, his voice cold and without emotion, not sure he would be heard or not.

Anna's mind tried to process what was happening. Who the hell were these people? Why were they here? They looked dangerous, should she run? Time seemed to stop around her as she pondered what to do.


Time to Decide
[1] "Who are you? What are you doing here?". They clearly know your father but you've never seen these men and woman before and by the looks of it, they are not Arthur's friends.
[2] Stand up and run away. You don't know who these people are but they didn't seem worried about breaking into your house, it's possible they are criminals.
[3] Stand up and join your father's side. Whoever they are, they make chills run down your spine and being next to your father might make you feel better. Plus, you wouldn't be too close to them.
 

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