That Shady Bitch

I wake up a few hours later, the annoying sound of the alarm clock tearing me from the best sleep I've had in months. No nightmares, just peacefulness.

I eventually sit up and scuint at the clock, trying to read it in the dark. I give up and turn on the light, squeezing my eyes closed at the sudden brightness.

3:28 it says. That's reasonable, I have a little time to search the room, sneak around, steal some food, and get the fuck out of there, preferably in a fancy car of some sort.

I pull myself out of bed and stretch, working out the groggyness.

I look around the room, quickly spotting two doors on the wall to rhe left of the main one.

I walk over to the left door first, opening it to see a fucking huge walk in closet packed full of fancy, Fluffy, silky clothing. Wow.

I spot a black turtleneck and immediately pull it off its hanger. I rip off my grey school sweater that I had stolen a while back, and slip on the turtleneck.

I have never, ever, in my entire life worn something this cozy. I throw my uniform into the corner of the closet and leave the room, but not before grabbing a black leather jacket that was tucked inbetween two extremely fluffy mink coats, and a pair of fingerless leather gloves.

I have no idea why this fancy, rich man has leather jackets and such, but you know what, you do you, this is really great for me. I have desperately needed wardrobe update so this is pretty incredible.

I walk over to full body mirror, admiring my new outfit. I nearly flinch when I see the state of myself. My hands are scraped and dirty, covered in dust and dried blood. My usually freckled face is pale and grimy, covered in mud and scratches as well. I can barely look at my hair.

I stop focusing on how gross I am, and admire my new clothes instead. Black cargo pants, black turtleneck, leather jacket, dirty and broken converse. A mix of old and new, I like it.

My pants have pretty much everything I own, not counting whats in my bag, either in them, or attached to them, which is kinda cool I guess. My wallet is in my pocket, attached by a metal chain. My knife hangs off my belt, tucked into its sheath, ready to slice whomever I need.
My pockets at stuffed full of granola bars, candy, some loose change, and my gloves.

I'm honestly surprised that the man, Zemo I think it was, didn't notice my knife. It wasn't that well hidden by by my sweater, so either he saw it and didn't say anything or just didn't notice it. Huh.

Well whatever, there's no time to wonder about every little thing, so I leave the closet and check out the other door.

It opens in to a fancy, en suit bathroom, with a soaking bathtub and gold trimmed vanities.
Goddamn how much money does this guy even have??

I rush to the vanity and look at my matted and dirty hair. I sigh and rummage through some drawers until I find a hairbrush.

I painfully brush out every knot, take out every leaf, and fill the sink to wash my hair. I stop. Literally what am I doing there's a shower in here.

I strip and go to the fancy shower thingy and run the water as hot as it goes. It burns but I get used to it. I wash all the dried blood and dirt off my body, hissing as the soap and burning water get into my scrapes and cuts.

It pains me to leave the shower, but I get myself out eventually. I grab the fluffiest towel I have ever felt, and dry myself off. I vigorously dry my hair, frowning at the length. I haven't cut it in ages.

The damp bleached white curls rest at shoulder length, making me look way more fem than I prefer. I haven't had the time to cut it recently, but nows as good a time as any.

I pull the small butterfly knife from my belt and flip it open. I grab my hair and pull it into a ponytail. I saw off the ponytail and let the hair fall to the floor.
I keep going, cutting it into a short cropped pixie with a bit of an undercut. It's not great, but I've had worse haircuts.

I wish I had done that before I showered, now I have to rinse all the loose hair off so I'm not itchy forever.

After a quick rinse, I step back into the bedroom, leaving everything I used on the floor except my knife which I had tucked back into its sheath.

I pull on all of my clothes again, first the black cargo pants, then my tank top, the turtleneck, then my wallet and chain, the leather jacket. I pull a pair of black fingerless leather gloves out of one of my pant pockets.

I slip on the gloves, flexing my fingers and forming fists. I walk over to the door, picking my bag up of the floor.

I rummage through it, pulling out my stub of an eyeliner pencil and the black bandana I use as a mask. I take advantage of all the mirrors, darkening my waterlines and tying the bandana on.

I shove the pencil back into my bag, along with a bar of soap from the bathroom, a bottle of painkillers I found in a bathroom cupboard, and some extra pairs of socks from the closet.

I button up my bag and swing it over my shoulder. It's not very heavy, because it has very little in it, just the stuff I just grabbed, some matches, loose change, a Flashlight, a well worn copy of my favorite book, and my near empty bottle of pills.

I cannot loose this bag. It has practically everything I own inside of it, and without it I'm screwed.

I close the closet and bathroom doors, and shove some pillows under the bed covers, making it look like someone could be sleeping there.

I head over to the door and unlock it, sticking my head into the hallway.

The hallway is completely empty, save a few potted plants and paintings, there isn't a sound tk be heard.

I see the staircase from here, it's just at the end of the hallway. I'm sure that is this were an action movie something would happen just as I close the door.

I shut the door. Nothing continues not happening. Phew.

I creep down the hall, footsteps almost completely silent. When I reach the top I stop, not wanting to be seen just in case someone was down there.

I stand there, back against the wall, tucked into the darkness like a blanket. I strain my ears to hear something, anything.
Nothing.

It's near 4, that Zemo guy probably isn't even awake, but I guess you can never be to careful.

I take a silent step forward, pearing down the stairs. It's very dark, but I can't see anyone downthere.

I vault onto the banister and slide down, telling myself it's quieter than walking down the stairs, but really I just wanted to because who doesn't want to slide down a banister once in their life??

When I reach the bottom, I 'gracefully' hop off edge, making a small thud. I grimace, hoping no one heard it.

I reach into my bag, rummaging through it blindly until I feel the cool metal of my Flashlight. I pull it out and turn it on, illuminating the foyer.

God this place is fancy, it doesn't even matter how much I steal, he can replace it and it won't even dent his fortune. Ugh, rich people.

I shine my light right, revealing a huge ass kitchen. My stomach grumbles just looking at it. I quickly but quietly head to the kitchen, mouth watering at the thought of food.

I open the first cupboard I see, frowning when it's only full of plates and bowls. I spot the massive fridge and make my way there, bumping into the corner of the island along the way.

I open the fridge, full of excitement, only for it to be empty. WHO HAS AN EMPTY FRIDGE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW.

I swear profusely under my breath, and as much as I'd like to slam the fridge doors closed, I don't.

I spot a jar in my peripheral, it looks full of stuff. I turn and see it's full of mini croissants.I grab the jar and stuff the whole thing in my bag.

You don't fill your fridge, I take your croissants, it's very straightforward.

I open a few more cabinets, finding only flour and such, except one full of water bottles. I grab two, shoving in my bag.

This kitchen blows.

I light the path back to the foyer, grumpy and starving. I really need more food than that, I don't like stealing from people who need the money, and Zemo is clearly loaded.

I need to find the garage, getting out of here in a car is definitely better than walking out, it's too cold for that shit.

I shine my light around the room, trying to find something garage-y. There's a hallway that goes behind the stairs, and a room to the left.

I think back to when I was waking towards the house, where was the garage area? I only remember seeing a driveway, not a garage..

I decide to look for a basement, which would probably be accessible at the back of the house. I should go down that hallway behind the stairs, maybe I can find an entrance to the basement back there.

I do just that, walking quicker than before. It's probably only 4ish, but I want to get out well before sunrise, which is only a few hours away at this point.

I reach the end of the hallway, ending up in a medium sized room with floor to ceiling windows all along one wall. You can see the woods from the window, all shrouded in fog. It's actually quite pretty.

I admire the veiw for a solid minute, forgetting what I'm looking for. I eventually snap out of it, remembering my quest.

I turn around and scan the wall by the hallway. I count three doors and an open room through which I can see a dining table.

I decide to check out the far left door. It's far enough away from the rest if the doors that it might be a room, or it might open up to a staircase. You never know.

I walk over and turn the doorknob, grimacing at the creak it makes as it opens.

A long staircase winds down to what I can only assume is the basement. First try!! I smile triumphantly as I decend the stairs, light swinging wildly as I step down.

It doesn't take long before I've reached the bottom, only about half a minute. I jump off the last step, landing in a superhero position. I snicker, imagining what I look like right now, and wishing I had someone to take a picture of me.

I give myself a minute to feel sorry for myself, then bottle that shit back up. I don't need to think about how alone I am right now.

I stand up, dusting off my pants and pointing my Flashlight at the wall. I quickly spot the lightswitch, along with a line of pegs, car keys hanging off of each one.

I grin and walk over to the switch, flicking it on and taking a second to adjust to the light. I take a moment to turn off my Flashlight and shove it in my bag, not needing it for the time being.

I finally turn around, ready to pick my car. I almost fall over when I see the figure sitting on an old, dark blue corvette.

"Nice of you to finally join me."