The guy charged again and Eve drew her dagger, she slid underneath his legs and kicked him in the back, sending him flying a few feet. He was up again and managed to knock Eve to the ground, blood trickling down her face. She only smiled and kicked him in the stomach, wrapped her legs around his head and stabbed him.
Thatcher watched the fight, sipping his drink as he did so. He ran a hand through his hair, setting his already empty glass on the bar and clearing his throat. He was a bit impressed at how the young woman was able to take down a man who seemed to be at least twice her size.
Eve jumped down a nd the man fell to the ground. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve to remove the blood and walked away, not caring about the shouts that were thrown her way.
Thatcher watched as the young woman walked away, and he ordered another drink. He stayed where he was, taking a quick drink of the string whiskey as he glanced around.
Eve walked to the back of the bar where a booth of about five men sat. Once they saw her, they made room on the backseat and dealt her into the cars game, placing bets as they did so.
Thatcher ran a hand through his hair again to brush the long strands out of his eyes. His eyes flicked around until he noticed the young woman again, who was now seated at a table with a group of men.
Eve’s eyes flicked to the guy she had seen earlier. She didn’t scowl only smirked as she placed her hand of cards on the table and won. The guys who were with her placed her winnings in the bag she had already placed on the table before she stood up, looking back at the mysterious guy once more before leaving the bar.
Thatcher watched as the young woman made eye contact with him. He wasn’t bothered that he had been seen. It would happen at some point. But, he paid for his drinks and heading towards the exit, intent on following her.
Eve didn’t walk fast, she kept her pace even as she wandered the streets with no intention of going home. She knew the guy was folling her, and if he wanted to follow then he could.
Thatcher stayed a ways behind, and he felt that the young woman knew he was there. Not that it mattered much to him. He was just slightly curious as to where she was going.
Eve eventually turned down an ally way, and walked to the end were it was darkest. Leaning against the side of the wall, she fiddled with her dagger until she saw the guy and called out, “Following me now are we?”
Thatcher looked down the alley when he arrived, looking at the young woman. “I told you that I’d be keeping an eye on you,” he hummed, keeping his distance as he watched her.
“What’s your name? I don’t want to keep calling you Mr Mysterious but you’re living up to the nickname.” She replied, one hand still at her side.
“I don’t tell people that,” Thatcher answered. It was true. If people found out his real name, they could point to him for helping to run the rebellion, and he’d probably be executed for it. “I just go by Reaper,” he said.
Eve shrugged and pushed herself off the wall, walking towards him, “Reaper? At least I have something to call you by. Why are you keeping an eye on me? I’m not causing you any trouble, am I?”
“I already told you. My employers and I are interested in what you have to offer,” Thatcher answered, arms staying loosely crossed. “I’m just around to tell them what exactly you are doing.”
Eve raised an eyebrow, “Stalking me?” She shrugged, “Well, as long as you don’t interfere with anything I don’t care.” As the words left her mouth she started walking again, towards the slums and not back home.
Thatcher did follow after Mortem, a frown on his lips now. “It’s not really stalking, you know,” he pointed out.
Eve looked over her shoulder, “Yes, it is. You’re tracking my movements, what I’m doing and where I’m going. It’s stalking.”
(Lol, their relationship reminds me so much of one out of a book series I’ve read)