section7mfu | Short Affair’ Challenge, January 14, 2019 Your Fault

Prompts
Word 1 jail
Word 2 soggy
Colour black
Genre General

Your Fault

He trudged through the freezing water getting soaked while moving away from the Thrush agents that were following him. Jumping into the water miles back, he hoped to throw them off his trail. Although it was partially successful, they continued to move toward where he was. The black of the night helped somewhat, but the men knew he would have to go only one way with the current pushing him toward the falls and the high cliffs that were impossible to climb.

“You do your part, and I will do mine. It will be an easy in and out,” his partner had told him, and for once he had agreed to do it his partner’s way. “Oh, wait to I get my hand on you. I’ll show you easy in and out.”

Tripping over a rock under the river he fell face first into the icy water again. Sputtering out the water he had swallowed, he looked up at the blackened sky and pleaded, “Starlight or the moon would be appreciated.”

A cloud moved a bit showing one dull star, “Couldn’t you make it at least a bright one,” he grumbled right before the cloud recovered the star. He placed his hands on his hips and looked up at the sky. “Thanks for nothing,” he complained right before falling again.

Looking up from the river, he saw a light on top of the cliff a little way downstream. Barely able to stand up in the rapid current, the sounds of the roaring falls made the decision for him. He needed to get up the cliff even if it was Thrush offering the help or die. He struggled through the current until he reached the light.

He tiredly climbed the cliff after grabbing the rope thrown to him. Seeing the police officer at the top of the climb, he relaxed his concern. “Officer am I glad to see you. I’m….”

The officer interrupted him, “You’re under arrest son for that explosion up the road.” The officer informed him handcuffing him and dragging him to his car. “You have the right to remain quiet, and I suggest you just to do that.”

The ride to the station was quiet. Once in the jailhouse, a phone was handed to him. “You got one call. Make sure it a good one.” Making a call to headquarter, he was told someone would be there to get him out soon.

A soggy sound from his wet clothes could be heard as he walked toward his jail cell. The slamming of the door had him dropping onto his cot wrapping a blanket around him to try to warm up.

Waking up when he heard footsteps coming down the hall, he sighed as his partner stood there. “Here he is,” the chief said. “Get him out of here. And you sir, don’t darken my county again.” The chief unlocked the cell before heading back to the front of the building.

“It is strange to see you in there instead of me for a change.”

“I’m here because someone,” Napoleon began glaring at Illya, “Blew up a building near here. Any idea who might have been?”

“Really no idea. Waverly has spoken to the chief, and you’re free to go.” Illya said, “Unless you are comfortable there.”

“Funny man, aren’t you?” Napoleon stood the blanket still around him.

“Unless you want to get arrested again for stealing the station’s property, I would leave that here.” Illya teased.
Dropping the blanket, Napoleon stormed out leaving Illya chuckling behind him.

In the car Napoleon sat, arms crossed, “Easy in and out. I’m never going to listen to you again achoo.”

“The chief is watching us. I suggest you put your seatbelt on. Wouldn’t want you to get a ticket.” Illya suggested.

“Just drive, achoo,” Napoleon ordered snapping his belt noisily. “And don’t speak to me achoo. This is all your fault. achoo, achoo.”

With a grin, Illya pulled out heading toward their hotel, dry clothes and something warm.