i knew you were trouble [maddy/ashley]

[LUCAS DEAN HENDRICKSEN]

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Working the night shift at the museum was not the dream job. Far from it, and Lucas had to rub his tired eyes because he’d gotten no sleep. His siblings were a pain. Sure, they were independent but he wasn’t the one that had to look after them, and that was what he resented about his parents. About being the oldest and needing to take responsibility for everything. However, whining would not make this shift shorter. Being a security guard was easy, barely any break-ins, and he liked that, but it was hella dull and he knew it. Nevertheless, the flashlight in his hand was illuminating the way for him to walk, checking over and over things before he would be back to the screens. He liked the walk, taking a break from the screens. He knew he wouldn’t miss anything, he was better than that because when he had a job to do he just did it.

With a short sigh, Lucas’ walked on, his fingers twitching. The need to burn was great. And not just small fires, but ones that would collapse buildings. It was a craving that wouldn’t leave him, ever since the day had gone in a direction he didn’t need or want. It was just dealing with his drunk of a mother always set him on edge. She’d come home and flop to the couch, passing out. Sometimes she’d scream at the kids. Sometimes she’d take money, and everyone now knows that they should hide it as well as they could or they’d never see it. Licking his lips, Lucas looked around the paintings, and the statues. People paid to see this, yet for the firetamer it all blurred into one and didn’t come as a distraction that he much needed. He could appreciate beauty of paintings, but not when every painting looked the same.

His green eyes scanned around him, but he stopped in his tracks. There was sound, of feet shuffling. He could hear it in the silent museum, and they were just in the other room. He instantly turned that way, aiming his flashlight in front of him. Damn him for leaving the station, now someone broke in and he hoped to God that they weren’t dangerous. Maybe he’d get to kick their ass. Yeah, that would feel good. Slipping his fingers through his hair, he made his way quickly in the direction of the noise, frowning as it furthered away and he quickened the step. They were moving away faster, but this was Lucas’ job and he could do it pretty damn well. “Wait! Stop right there!” He calls loudly, not easing on the step. “You’ll be in less trouble is you just stop now.” He says, almost catching up to the person, so close but yet so far, just like everything else in his life. That was so ironic. Lucas needed to burn something. Or maybe drink until he couldn’t feel anything because his mind was a prison that he wanted to escape, just as much as this life was.

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[MADELEINE SIMONE TALLULAH]

Merde. How did she get herself into these situations? She was more intelligent than this. Smart enough to know better than to agree to try breaking into the museum. But oh, they’d picked the museum on purpose, her wicked friends, because they knew she didn’t go there terribly often. At least, not the artistic section. She avoided the art, truth be told. Avoiding temptation. They thought, though, that she would be more willing to break into a place she seemed to hate, more willing to cause damage to it if she didn’t care. But no, she was accepting now, for different reasons. She didn’t want them to mess anything up. And she might get a chance to see the things she stayed away from. The shifter was only going with a couple friends, and she used that term pretty loosely at this point, ‘cause she was pretty sure real friends of hers wouldn’t want to go doing illegal activities just to see if they could, and almost drag Maddy along, to try and limit the potential idiocy of the situation.

Didn’t her brainless compatriots know that they kept a security guard on duty? Didn’t they know that some of these beautiful- and yes, even her brain, shamed into keeping such ‘useless’ words out of her vocabulary, couldn’t help but consider the art in the museum beautiful- objects were priceless pieces that people wouldn’t take kindly to having fiddled with by reckless youths. Sometimes, Maddy could swear that she was already in the frame of mind of a fifty year old. That’s how much she looked down on shenanigans. Except, ya know, that fire thing that she had… yeah. Oops. But even that was contained! Controlled, mostly. More often than not, just burning matches would soothe that odd little desire she had. She wanted one right now, truth be known, because her companion was breaking a window- quietly, believe it or not- popping a lock, and opening a door. There had to be an alarm coming, anytime now… But not. And suddenly Madeleine was extra-suspicious as to what they were doing here. Said so, even, asking just what they were up to. ‘Oh, don’t worry Maddy, it’ll be fine. We’re just looking. Feeling the rush.’ Yeah, right. Couldn’t ditch ‘em though, who knows what they’d do to these things without her.

Didn’t stop them from ditching her… They were whispering and giggling, and the orca had no idea what they were up to, ‘til they turned to her, whispering something about ‘keeping a lookout’ and ran off, leaving Maddy to her own devices. Great. Just fabulous. Their footsteps weren’t quiet, and then she heard some coming from behind her, rather than in front, and groaned, shaking her head at herself. Oh, she should have just stayed at home tonight. The shout- from the security guard, who else?- jarred her from her thoughts, and she stopped walking, not even bothering to try. Her friends were off doing something, and she knew, now, that she was likely the distraction, rather than the lookout. Well, to hell with that. She was gonna make sure they spent the night in jail… if she could talk some sense into the guard. Just look at her. She didn’t even have appropriate criminal clothing. Nothing all-black for sneaking around in the dark. Nope. Sneakers and a hoodie. How intimidating. With a sigh, she leaned against the wall and waited for the guard, the nerves causing her soft French lilt to be a little more prevalent.

’I’m not going anywhere, don’t worry. But you should probably hurry if you’re going to catch my friends… They’re up there doing who-knows-what, and deserve whatever trouble you can heap upon them.’

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[LUCAS DEAN HENDRICKSEN]

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It wasn’t often that the peace at the museum was disturbed, yet Lucas figured that whenever it was, it was always for mundane or stupid reasons. Kids thinking it was cool to break into public property, and Lucas wasn’t the only security there. There were surveillance cameras and the whole lot, so it wasn’t like the people breaking in would be anonymous or whatever, but he was still hoping to catch them. The pulled out the walkie talkie device from the back of his trousers, dialling the emergency number, and he knew that the actual cops would be there before the people breaking in could run away. But Lucas would rather make sure they didn’t, so at the sound of the girls voice, she wasn’t even running, he huffed, putting faith into the fact that she wouldn’t run and ran after her ‘friends’. Such friends they were, but right now the firetamer had no time to think about what kinds of friends people had. He was running at full speed, and Lucas was one fast guy.

“Stop right there!” The people still kept running, but Lucas was relentless when in his element. He chased his siblings all the time, and that was all fun and games, but when you had five to keep track of, this was easy stuff. Plus, Lucas had been itching for something, and since fire wasn’t possible right now, he moved, his body aligning himself with whatever need it had to be as fast as it could be. He took a turning, a short cut because he knew the museum like the back of his hand. He was in front of them the moment he stepped out, and his green eyes were almost murderous as he stopped in front of the other kids. “Fucking stop right now.” He growled, “If you don’t want to be in even more trouble. The police are already here.” The people stopped finally, and Lucas supposed he looked mincing enough that they didn’t try running more. “Now, listen to me. You’re all gonna pile out side single file, and relay to the nice officer what you were thinking when you planned breaking into here. Then you can spend the night in the holding cell.” One smartass started protesting, but the look on Lucas’s face shut him up. He pointed the flashlight straight and followed the guys outside.

‘But there’s another one inside.’ One girl complained, and Lucas had to think about the ‘friends’ thing again, because certainly, being a snitch was the worst kind of person. “I didn’t see anyone else. And the police will take my word over yours, so you better get out there.” Lucas looked at them in disgust, wiping some sweat off his brow and hoping to God that the girl was where he had left her. He didn’t want to have made the wrong choice, but he kind of could relate to her, which was why he didn’t want to give the girl in. Sighing, he walked around the corner, right where he left her. “I thought you might’ve legged it. Some friends you have, wouldn’t go down without snitching on you.” He cocked his head to the side. “You seem like an honest woman, tell me what you’re doing here, with those guys, and then we’ll think about what to do with you.” He eyed her and nodded, satisfied with his own words as he aimed the light at her to see her better.

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