I bolted through gates and down alleys, knowing Master would be very pleased. Heh, no one bothered to follow me? That's helpful.
I jolted down the last alley and stopped to take a breath. "Hm. It's so quiet.. Odd." I turned toward an old and rusted door in the side of a brick building. "Here you are." I muttered, and swung it open.
I sauntered down the dark and dingy used-to-be bar, and rang a small silver bell that was on the counter. The only thing in the room that didn't look like something that belonged in the sewer. I heard the creak-creak of someone walking up the stairwell that led to the cellar. "Did you get what I want?" A small voice rasped.
Master, a skinny stick of a man shuffled slowly to examine the nail in my hand.
"Yup, how much will yah pay me for?" I asked, eager to get away from such a gross place.
"Show me first." He ordered. I reluctantly held out the ruby-colored scrap of metal. It gleamed strangely. He gripped my arm, very strong for such a small man. Master plucked it from my grasp and looked it over as if it was the holy grail.
"Yes, yes. Now, where did you get this from?" He tossed me a bag of cash as he said this.
"That pastry shop on the corner of Fogile street and Pipesquawk road."
He nodded. "Lucky will be very pleased with your find. Now, get out of here."
No. He didn't. He didn't just say that, d-did he?
"Uh, what did you just say?" I started backing up to the door, terrified of the words that Master had just uttered.
"Get out." He growled.
"That wasn't part of the deal! You said it was a trinket! A toy! Not something Lord Lucky would want!" My voice was nothing but a squeak, all courage had fled moments before.
I swiveled around and jiggled the door handle, locked! I turned to face him, chest heaving with each horror-stricken breath. Master held a small remote, a wicked smile started to grow on his face like mold on a log. "You were warned." he murmured.
Just. Calm down. Calm down, Jo! CALM DOWN!
"HEEELP!" I screamed.