Payback

A Story by Lauren

Adora Lavine 17 and a billionaire. But not for inventing the internet and she�s not an actress. She is a modern Robin Hood. Only with a little twist. She steals from drug dealers, sending them to prison, and keeps all the money to herself, maybe giving

Chapter One:

Mister Sandman, bring me a nightmare…

“Shut up!” Another fist smashed into Adora Stroke’s already bloodied and bruised face. The blow from the punch split her lip down the middle. She tried to focus on not going unconscious as blood leaked onto her dirty clothes. “Why didn’t the punch break my neck already?” She thought to herself. At that point death seemed like a slice of heaven. A brunette, blue eyed 20 year old walked around the chair that held his tortured prisoner. He crouched down to meet her eye level.

“Mmmm,” He said. “You really haven’t changed much have you?” He asked. The young girl met his eyes and spat blood in his face. He looked as if he was trying to with hold another punch flying in her direction. With a sigh, he took his hand and tried to wipe the crimson mess off his olive skin. “Fine,” He said with a wink while flashing a wide evil grin. “Your funeral.” The handle of a gun was the last thing she felt.

Adora eyes flew open as she tried to even out her breathing. She sat up and snatched the prescribed anxiety pills off her Japanese night stand. The pills danced in the see-through orange bottle as her mind decided whether or not pills were the answer to a nightmare. She swallowed two with a nice long drink of bottled water. “When are you gonna get out of there?” Adora asked herself aloud as she knocked on her temples gently with her hands wound tight into fists trying to physically force them out of her mind. The images kept playing back behind her eyes every time she closed them like a horror movie.

The tall girl stepped out of her low-to-the-ground of course, Japanese styled bed. She heard a little purr behind her. She clapped on the lights to see Raven, her black kitten stretching out on one of her pillows next to where she usually slept. “Well, look who’s up?” She said reaching over to rub Raven’s tiny back. “And how are you at,” Adora’s eyes fell on the clock. “2:00 in the morning?” She asked her little animal friend. Raven purred under Adora’s stroke. Adora chuckled and glided across the dark hard wood floor to her closet and took out her white plush robe. She loved the way the mansion looked at night. It was kind of creepy, but it still held that magic. Her shadow was cast along the wall by the light of the moon sneaking through the huge door sized windows. She finally reached the stair case which cast off on the second floor from both sides. Her feet glided down the white marble steps.

She heard footsteps behind her, bringing a shocked and short scream just to find her best friend Ryan, at the second step down.

“Geez Adora!” Ryan said clutching his chest. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“Well you almost sent me into cardiac arrest!” They both started to laugh.

“Gosh, you’re like a ninja, you can sense everything around you.” Ryan said emphasizing with his hands as they made their way down to the gigantic sized living room. Adora stopped and turned to look at her only close friend/ family and raised her eyebrow.

“You were trying to scare me weren’t you?” She asked. Ryan continued down the steps.

“So?”

“Ryan, you have to remember that I have almost super hearing,” Ryan rolled his eyes at the story coming. “I can hear technology. I can hear a spy cam from across the room and I sure as hell can hear your crummy idea of sneaking up on someone.”

“Hey, a guy can try can’t he?” Ryan said innocently, well at least tried to sound innocently, but Adora being his friend for the past 8 years wasn’t buying it.

“Yea, sure you innocent. Ha! That will be the day.” Adora said laughing walking into any chef’s dream kitchen. Ryan again rolled his eyes at his friend’s sarcasm.

“Oh man,” Adora said rubbing her forehead.

“Nightmare again?” Ryan asked looking concerned. Adora nodded, that was all that needed to be communicated.

“I just can’t understand why it hasn’t gotten out of my head.”

“Adora that was a serious thing that happened to you, it may take awhile…”

“Ryan, it’s been 3 years, I would think that the dreams would at least start to fade by now.” She said slamming a cupboard finding nothing to snack on. Her feet clapped on the white marble floors as she stormed out of the kitchen. Ryan was still in the kitchen used to Adora’s outbursts with having anything to do with her past. “Ryan?”Adora looked back, always feeling bad about her sudden snaps at Ryan. Just then, an alarm went off. “Finally!” Adora said putting her arms up into the air. She ran up the stairs, grabbing Ryan from his exiting the kitchen on her way. Ryan ran over to a painting of an 18^th century woman that they happen to “come across” at one of their missions.

“Open.” Ryan commanded. The painting clicked and swung open reviling a 20 digit access code. “Do your stuff tech girl.” Adora’s amazing memory typed in the numbers that changed every two days. The painting, and a panel of the wall slid open revealing a living room sized technical room.

“Welcome!” A voice greeted.

“Hello Amy.” Adora and Ryan said both at the same time.

“How did you sleep?” Amy asked the two best friends.

“Fine.” Ryan said. His eyes turned to Adora.

“Fine.”

“I know that tone.” Amy said her face materializing on the interactive movie sized screen. Her question made her raise an eyebrow. This was Adora’s favorite room in the house, her sanctuary. Her room to plan ever single technical device she had ever made, including Amy. Even though she was a computer, Amy was very close to the two partners in crime.

“Amy, I’m fine. Trust me for once.”

“Alright,” Amy said picking up on the don’t-even-start-asking-me-questions look Adora wore on her face. “Now moving onto the alarm, my censors picked up an unidentified drug dealer discussing business plans for today at 9:00 am.” Adora rolled her eyes.

“Obviously, he hasn’t been in the business for very long.” Adora interjected sighing.

“How can you tell?” Ryan quizzed.

“Because, NO experienced drug dealer even discusses having plans or anything to do with what they do, in the daytime. They’re like vampires. EVERYTHING goes on at night.”

“Shall I gather your gadgets for today?” Amy asked.

“Yes please, but I would like to finish something I’ve been saving for such a special occasion.”