Dief - Dutch for thief
_____________________________

"3, 2, 1, GO!" Emma yelled from the steps, sensing the tension and stopping the situation from becoming something bad.

Enoch grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him a bit too roughly as he started running through the splintered trees of the woods, breaking branches that were in his way.

I saw the other peculiars running on our sides, a bit away from us, the speed of it all making it look like a watercolor painting, the myriad colors blending with the tree barks and soil.

When we made it to the village, heart racing and feet pounding, Enoch pulled me against the wall of a house.

"Ok, carefully and slowly, I want you to look around the corner. There's a house to the left, brick roof, has some sunflowers in the garden," he whispered, looking me dead in the eyes.

Damn, these kids took this game seriously.

I did as he said before he spun me back by the forearm.

"That's Mr. Chambers' house. Follow me, and stay low, ok? If the little bastards see us because of you I swear to god Wainwright," he muttered, the Scottish accent clinging thickly to every word, 

He inched slowly against the wall before sprinting to the next house.

He never looked back to check on me, just kept tip toeing and sprinting until he was a single house away from the Chambers house.

"The backdoor is open, Jesus we're in luck," the deadriser mumbled before running and jumping over the white wooden fence with a single leap.

It was night time now, the sky a deep purple and blue, illuminated by shining white dots.

The moon was up, smiling at all of us.

I followed Enoch, jumping over one leg at a time as he held my hand and helped me.

He slowly creaked open the back door to the house, crouching and sticking his head in through the opening, looking left and right before signaling with his palm for me to follow him.

We were in the kitchen.

We sat behind the counters, the room barely lit except for the shining light from the sky and a single lamp post on the village street.

And then, a loud crash.

I turned my head around the corner of the counter and saw Hugh who had just walked in and managed to hit a small table and knock over a vase.

Enoch smacked his forehead.

Behind the sofa, I saw Claire's small curls bobbing up and down.

Instantly, loud footsteps walked down the staircase, the staircase creaking in pain with every step the heavy man took.

Mr. Chambers.

"Who's there?" He shouted at the seemingly empty house.

Enoch covered my mouth and nose with his palm, his chest rapidly rising with deep breaths as my heart ran a marathon.

I could hear Mr. Chambers' footsteps inching towards the kitchen and saw his foot being placed on the kitchen tile, centimeters away from my hand...

But then he spun around.

"Sir, I am so so sorry. I was looking for help and accidentally hit this table."

Hugh Apiston.

My body shook with silent laughter as Enoch attempted to calm me, he himself laughing as well.

"Help? Wadda ya want kid? Why don't you just scram, a'ight lad?" Mr. Chambers growled, his ruthless voice biting at the silence.

"Sir, my sister. She's outside. She ain't feeling that good, could you check on her?" Hugh said, the lies pouring out of his mouth.

Mr. Chambers sighed before walking out of the house with Hugh.

Enoch and I jumped up at the same time, inching towards the stairs but Claire beat us to it.

And then the daughter tiptoed down the stairs.

And she stopped when she saw us.

And she screamed.

Mr. Chambers walked into the house, stomping with every step he took, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf.

He even looked like a version of the big bad wolf himself, big frame, dark and ruffled ginger hair that covered his bald spots, and a short beard outlining his chin. 

"Bastards!" He yelled rushing over to us.

He punched Enoch in the jaw and pulled me by my hair towards him.

I grunted in pain, grabbing towards my roots.

Damn it it stung.

Claire's eyes pooled with tears as she watched Enoch rub his bruised jaw.

"Lillian!!!" Mr. Chambers yelled and Mrs. Chambers hurried down the stairs, ushering her daughter back up as she walked to her husband.

She was a plump woman, slightly bigger than the average.

"Go get Fred and Mark, these kids are gonna learn a thing or two about robbing my house," Mr. Chambers huffed.

The large woman rushed out the door, her bare feet hitting the splintered floorboards.

"Let. The lass. Go," Enoch declared, eyes boring into Mr. Chambers as I squirmed against him.

The man only laughed.

"Or what?" He smirked.

"Or I'll bloody kill you," Enoch muttered, voice not flinching at all.

Lillian and, supposedly, Mark and Fred walked through the door.

The men were large, well built, and heavy.

"Fred, go get my gun," Mr. Chambers nudged his head towards the staircase.

And I saw the panic that set in Enoch's eyes.

Fred ran upstairs and returned with the small gray item, handing it to Mr. Chambers.

The man brought it up to the side of my head, placing it against my temple.

My hands shook and my teeth chattered.

"I said let go of her!" Enoch yelled, running towards the man but Fred grabbed him, locking his arms against his back.

Enoch fought against him, hitting him with his legs, attempting to break loose.

But Fred didn't even flinch.

Mark, the other man, threw Claire's arms behind her back, holding them in place as she sobbed, face bright red.

"Pretty little lass we have over here, eh boys?" Mr. Chambers stroked the gun against my hair, down my neck, the side of my chest and down to my waist.

I tried inching away but he pulled me back.

"Don't move, lass. Or I'll shoot ya," Mr. Chambers smiled, placing the gun right on top of my lips, the cold metal freezing the skin.

"Bastards!!" Enoch yelled, pain etching every syllable, "I swear to god I'll kill you all!!"

And then,

the gun was floating.

Away from Mr. Chambers, flying against the window, shattering it into thousands of small blades.

Millard.

The men stared at the shards incredulously, releasing their grips on us.

Enoch was continuously punching Fred until the man fell to the floor upon which Enoch kicked him one final time.

I pushed Mr. Chambers away from me and he tripped on his own feet, hitting his head against the edge of a coffee table.

Mark, the final man, released Claire as he ran out of the house in fear.

I smiled a big wide smile, running out the back of the house, over the fence, and waiting for Enoch.

He came out promptly, smirking and shaking his head.

"I went upstairs to get the ring," he started, licking his lips and looking behind him, "the mother was with her children so the room was empty. Someone else took it."

He then stopped talking and looked me in the eyes.

"Are you ok?" he asked, a concerned crease on his forehead, "I mean, did he hurt you?"

I shook my head, "I'm fine. What about you? You took quite a punch back there."

I brought my fingers gently to his jaw, caressing the fragile purple mark.

He winced a bit, yet still replied with, "I'm fine."

And then a gold object floated past our heads, the moon's rays hitting against it and making it shine.

Claire followed behind it, blonde locks flying in the wind.

Millard... again.

Enoch sprinted after them, tackling Millard to the ground as he neared the forest.

Claire just took the ring from the invisible boy's extended hand before Enoch even had a chance to reach it.

She laughed, skipping with her small feet through the dark forest.

She knew Enoch would never tackle her.

I slowly creeped up behind her, trying not to make any noise by stepping on a branch.

"Claire! Watch out!" Millard shouted and the dainty girl turned around sharply, the ring sitting in her tiny hands.

I quickly took the item out of her hands, kissing her on her forehead, and sprinting to the house.

Enoch hollered in celebration, stumbling to his feet and racing towards me.

As soon as I saw the blonde pyrokinetic, I ran up to her, giving her the ring as she declared Enoch and myself the winners.

Enoch ran up to me, panting with a wide smile on his face.

He wrapped his large arms around my waist, spinning me in the air.

"I told them we would win!" He yelled as the other kids slowly limped back to the house, defeated expressions on their faces.

He let go of me, face glowing.

"Looks like the lovebirds won," Victor remarked, smirking as he approached us.

"Shut the hell up Bruntley," the deadriser noted quickly, smile not faltering for even a second.

Victor rolled his eyes but smiled.

He hadn't seen his friend really smile, well, ever.

And he thanked whoever had brought Ashyln Wainwright to this house.

_____________________________
A/N:
Thank you so much for reading!! OML GUYS WE HAVE 5K I'M ACTUALLY LIKE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY THIS MEANS EVERYTHING THANK YOU ALL
Here's this extra long chapter just for you guys  cause I love you all <3
Any feedback is appreciated xxx