The Storm (3)

Long flowing and lush light brown hair and hazel green eyes, Zaira McGrath looked like a dainty and innocent young girl just entering the prime of her life. Her T shirt and high quality jeans made her look even more guiltless, seeming down to earth and not like one who just walked out of a high class mansion.

Yet Bazel would not be fooled, he looked past the superficial and all that he saw was the manifestation of his hatred.

All he did was silently watch her be led to the police car that he was in, walking in front of Loera while handcuffed looking as if nothing was out of the ordinary. There was no worry on her face, confusion, or even anger. Yet the pride that she carried herself with was obvious; she held her head up slightly higher, her chest puffed out slightly, and her eyes looked down on everyone around her.

The door to the back was opened, where all criminals were kept, and she lightly sat down and took her place.

"Welcome Miss McGrath, I am Captain Neto of the southern Central Police Department-" began Neto,

"I know," interrupted Zaira, "low class people such as yourself are not too hard to get information on, Captain. I am surprised that you made a move so fast though and on what grounds, but it matters not in the end. There are just some things that you cannot mess with in this world, that you will soon find out."

Neto was in awe of the audaciousness of the little girl he had just captured, being almost twice her age he laughed like he just heard the funniest joke in his entire life, " Arrogancia little girl, Arrogancia. If I did not know any better I woulda' thought the world revolved around you and not the sun, HAHHA. Ah, well, you are not in my car to talk to me anyhow, the one who has business with you is sitting next to me."

Zaira looked into the center rear view mirror and gazed upon the unassuming Bazel with a discerning eye, she almost looked down on him on reaction as was only natural to someone of her station, or so she thought, but something about him made her take a second look for but a moment.

Bazel met her gaze, controlling his breathing carefully and pulling on his rational side as the up and coming prosecutor instead of the anger and guilt of the loving older brother, "My name is Bazel, Bazel Vasa. The name should ring a bell to you, no?"

Listening to the question she thought for a moment before she finally connected the dots and said with annoyance dripping from her tone, "You...you are that prosecutor older brother of Lily? All of this is because of that lowborn wench? Hahah, what a joke. Of all the things something as stupid as this- Hahah!"

Bazzel did not interrupt her laughter or mockery, simply holding tight to the simmering flames within and waited until she was done with her piece. The moment she finally shut her flapping gums he spoke once more, "Indeed, something as mundane as getting an entire school's population and staff to make an innocent girl a scapegoat for everything evil. A person that you could do anything you wanted to because she was the most hated after all...and for what reason? What reason did you have to go to such lengths, so much so that you even had a bunch of your own thugs kidnap her and hold her for ransom."

The venom in Bazel's tone was plentiful enough that if given physical form it would have bored a hole through the floor of the car, but Zaira was not phased in the least by it.

"What reason? Simple. She is lesser than me and dared to stand out, to try to be better than me. A wench like her, whose blood is as good as the mud on the ground, she honestly should just drop dead. It's a testament to my high class that she was only troubled as little as she was, instead of thrown into the back of a van and sent off to some perverted rich person to be defiled day in and day out. Fitting for a slut like her" said Zaira, whose tone held no hatred but instead made one feel like she was talking about an ant on the side of a road and not a person.

"Wench...mud blood...and to think you even considered going that far...I have first hand accounts from her own homeroom teacher and information dug up by the principle himself, as useless as he is, he still gathered the required information. She did nothing to you and in fact never did anything to anyone, her record impeccable as well as the fact that she tended to keep to herself and focus on her studies. You...you will never see the light of day if I have anything to do with it, consider yourself lucky that I will most likely not be allowed on your case and that you are unable to be put away for more than a few years...but it will be the longest sentence possible I assure you."

His rage grew with each word he spoke, especially considering the fact that an alternate ending could have happened if Zaira was not as 'high class' as she claimed to be. Yet this boiling rage suddenly turned icy cold with even his labored breathing calming down instantly.

His pocket watch vibrated intensely in his pocket, twice over, but he paid it no attention.

Zaira simply crossed her legs and scoffed in response to the heavy handed and threatening words of Bazel, meeting his gaze once more through the mirror while saying, "Please, my time is only be-"

She stopped her speech short, whatever words that were about to come out temporarily paused as she witnessed the sudden changes in Bazel that only she could detect. His aura was slowly but surely changing and even the roots of some of his hairs were starting to change from black to white, something that only someone as noble as her had the eyesight to see so clearly.

Not just that...but the smell that was emanating from him reminded her of something for a moment, but she quickly shook her head and told herself that such a thought was impossible.

Clearing her throat and recollecting herself she spoke once more, "I said at the start that there are some things in this world that you cannot mess with, and I meant it. I will not be here for long and perhaps the same could be said for you two, except in your case the phrase would be 'will not be here for long in this world.'

Neto raised a brow at this, checking to make sure the recording device he had on hand still had room, and said with a tone of amusement, "Oh? Little girl what might you be referring to. Will your big bad mafia friends come and free you or something? Even if they had the gall to do that and somehow succeeded, all that would result is every single police station getting involved to crush you like the leeches that you are."

"Ah, this is the problem with commoners" began Zaira with a sigh, "It was fun at first, especially messing with that dirty mutt of a girl, but I really have spent too much time in this world. Whatever, I won't have to see any of you again momentarily."

With those words said she went silent and looked out the window, apparently having lost any interest in the conversation.

Neto shook his head and clicked his tongue, "Amigo this girl is loca, she has water in between her ears." He then switched off the recorder he had hidden and gave a quick order on his communicator, then with a turn of his key the police car roared to life in tandem with everyone else in the column.

The cars slowly began to move and eventually picked up speed, turning the corner and heading for the highway to take them on the fast track back to their police station.

Bazel's mind was still icy cold, growing worse by the second, but his mind was still active and sifting through all the information that he had been given by Zaira.

"Lowborn, commoners, high class and noble...these are not the normal terms one would use in this day and age, at least not most lower to middle class families. Even some of the richer ones I know from my work do not act or speak like she does, which means she could have an extremely rich and elite background. That or is she as Neto says, completely loca."

He looked out the window, idly watching the traffic go by while planning how he would make sure that Zaira McGrath is charged for as much as possible....

"Neto, something is not right" said Bazel suddenly while he looked closely at some of the surrounding cars that were far ahead and far behind them, "we are being followed by several cars and vans of similar make and model."