Unusual friendship

When she looks at Myra with her amber gold eyes, she furrows her brow, creating a frown. Glistening sweat is clearly dripping from her face, causing the shirt to become transparent. Myra looks away, the redness creeping up to her cheeks. The garments beneath Kat’s clothes are easily visible and she can't help but give her some privacy.

“The hell you standing there for? Ain’t you gonna arrest them?” She exclaims, sarcasm dripping from her tone. Myra turns her head, her instant focus on that gangster’s words which are harsh yet true. Kat glances at her, clicking her tongue multiple times due to annoyance, because of her slow reactions, making the younger woman quickly snap out of her trance.

Confusion etching onto her face, she gazes at her, wondering the meaning behind her words. Then, she realizes. She starts moving her feet, nearing the already fainted thugs who are making her job difficult. When she is slightly nearer to them, the disgusting smell of blood hits her, its rotten odour makes her want to vomit. But, she holds it in, trying not to breath it in. She then goes next to them and puts the locks, making sure it is safe and secure. She turns her head, and she shivers lightly.

The heaviness in the air is already getting to her, and she just can't wait for backup to arrive. She glances around, looking around the place. It is an old abandoned warehouse. It is obvious with its structure and colour, which was coming off of it like a snake’s skin. She rolls her eyes. They just had to find this wrecked place on this particular night. It is enough for her to find them, and yet here they were, beaten to a pulp. Speaking of that person, a light bulb clicks in her head. She looks around, noticing that she is the only one left in the building.

Her once gloomy eyes, turn into a light colour of sunshine, when she becomes aware of the fact that she is wrong. She spots that woman, leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. She lights it, the light flame silently bursting its properties into the air. It is unhealthy, but she’s being a hypocrite since she does it herself too. Myra quietly walks, careful that her steps don’t alert this athletic lady. Out of caution, she easily slips her hand to grab her gun, which was firmly resting in her back-pocket. The woman notices her presence and is amused by her bold approaches, but just stays at her spot, not moving a single inch. Myra is surprised, but stands her ground.

The place is, unfortunately, very very dimly-lit. One wrong move, and she could be crushed against the wall, depending on the tricks that the other woman has up her sleeves. When she is within a safe distance, she takes it out, pointing it right towards her head. “Your purpose?” She asks, this time giving off a dominating look. Kat is surprised by her expressions, subconsciously thinking of the pure, innocent girl that was before her moments ago. “Felt like it.” She shrugs, as if this is her normal routine. Myra notices that when they were briefly talking, the waste had fallen from the end of the cigarette.

“Rubbish.” She replied. Kat’s face scrunched up in frustration, and that obviously meant her guard is up. She spits out the cigarette butt and steps on it, without even glancing once at the fuming Myra. She smirks. “Mind your own damn business.” She sighs, running her pale fingers through her short, ash-blonde hair. The woman is also angry, yet she refuses to admit it. Myra has never met someone as irritating as her. “Shut up.” She snaps at her, knowing she will regret being born with a sharp tongue today. And just like that, before she knows it, she is being slammed against the concrete wall, with a thud that blindly echoed through the warehouse.

She closes her eyes, her eyelashes brush against some sort of foul gas. She gasps like a little girl and coughed harshly, gradually doing the most basic mechanism of defence known to man. Myra crosses her arms over her face, as a symbol of her position in this situation. “Look, girlie, get lost when I give you the chance or else………” Rather than taking a toxic hit at her, she bends down to her, giving her the most perfect threat right into her ear. She gently blows inside, making sure Myra consumes the information. After hearing what she would do, the tips of Myra’s ears turn red from embarrassment, and she is blushing immensely.

“You are mad.” Myra lightly whispers, but the quick-witted girl standing opposite to her hears it loud and clear. She smirks and then smiles gently, as if they are close friends. “Wanna come? I think I might be interested in you.” She explains, her voice confident.

But, Myra sees something else. She is puzzled. Why did her eyes hold tiny specs of hesitation and fear? She didn’t seem like that type of person. Then again, Myra just met this woman. She knew nothing about her, not even something as simple as her name. As if she has magically read her mind, Kat chuckles. “Name’s Kat. You?” She questions, politeness in her tone as she addresses Myra.

“Myra.” She breathes out. Her breath hitches, when she suddenly remembered what she is here for. She breaks the beautiful illusion that is around their budding friendship, and slides out from her position. “Want to get arrested? If not, then get lost. Appreciate your help, but just go.” She murmurs guiltily, noticing the sudden presence of the red and blue lights. She panicked. This girl had to leave now, or there will be hell to pay.

“Wait!!” She exclaims, knowing full well that Myra would respond.

“What now??” Myra seemed exasperated by the weighing pressure that was slowly becoming heavier by the minute. Without bothering to look up, she pulled out a small, white piece of paper, getting a small, blue inky pen from one of the pockets of her denim jacket. She opened the pen lid with her mouth, holding the paper in her hands.

She scribbled something down, carefully, so the fragile paper wouldn’t rip. She wrote swiftly, diverting some of her attention towards the large, brown gate. She makes sure that he doesn't get caught. When she is done, she sighs, filled with relief. Myra raises her eyebrows in total surprise. She has just known this woman, what, 25 minutes before, yet she was ready to give her lifeline to a stranger, much less someone who she should avoid.

Before Myra knew, she is gone, leaving her with a tiny scrunched-up paper. When she realises Kat had disappeared from her sight, she hurriedly glances at the paper. There, was an unknown number written in black, and at the bottom it roughly stated “Call me.”

Myra stands still, too shocked to comprehend what is written in this piece of paper. She didn't want to get involved with her, especially her, considering the ghastly things she might be cautiously hiding behind the scenes. But no matter how much she is nervous, scared, and worried, there is a part of her that wants this. There is a part of her that oozes with excitement at the mere thought of talking to her, being with her, and for once exploring something new and intriguing in this boring life of hers.

She smiles, her dimples stretching across her cheeks making her eyes glow in the moonlight. A new-found discovery. A different happiness. She feels extremely giddy, like when someone is being given that one limited-edition lollipop. The thought swirls in her mind, making her unable to hold back. "A friend," are the words that leave her mouth before she notices the blaring horns of the local district police station.