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Solo Para: Escaping Fate (Eretria)

Eretria looked around, making sure nobody could see her before she knelt down by a door. She pulled out her lockpicks and quickly inserted them, masterfully unlocking the door within a few seconds. She walked inside and looked around. She should grab only what she thought could be valuable. Small and valuable. She glanced around the room, not seeing anything that looked like something she could sell for a good price.

Upstairs it was, then. Eretria quickly and quietly went up the steps. Making her way into what she assumed was the master bedroom, she smirked to herself. “Jackpot.” She opened a jewelry box and poured the contents into her bag. She also took what looked to be a gold rosary off the dresser. “Gold is good. Gold sells.” She turned to look for anything else and narrowed her eyes at an end table. She crouched beside it, feeling along the wood. “Hello there.” She pushed against it, opening a magnetic door to reveal a small safe.

“Beautiful,” she smiled. She pulled a small stethoscope from her bag, placing the end against the safe. She twisted and turned the dial until the safe clicked open. She opened it up, gasping quietly. She quickly grabbed at the money and put it into her bag, counting as she went. One, two, three… four large wads of money. “Has to be… four hundred, at least.”

Eretria tensed at the sound of a floorboard creaking. She slowly reached for her knife.

“Not so fast,” a man’s voice said from behind her as a flashlight turned on. She closed her eyes, cursing herself. “Didn’t think about the alarm system, did ya?”

“Clearly,” Eretria said. She slowly stood, putting her hands on her head. “Go on ahead. Cuff me. I know the drill.”

“I’m sure you do, Black Heart Burglar,” the cop said.

“See, I bet the real one would like that name.” Eretria sighed, not even tensing at the clinking sound of the metal handcuffs.

“I’m sure you do.” The cop went to put the cuffs on her, but Eretria jumped up, slamming the back of her head into his face. She grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder, running past the officer. She stopped halfway down the stairs as she saw another cop coming inside.

“Freeze!” he said, pulling a taser. He didn’t even have the chance to fire before Eretria launched herself down the stairs, punching him in the nose. He reached out to grab her, but she ducked, delivering another swift punch to his gut. She tried to run past him while he was doubled over, but he grabbed her leg, tripping her. Eretria smacked her head on the floor, but barely felt a thing.

“Good catch, Jefferson,” the first cop said, walking down the stairs. He held his nose, shaking his head. “God, you’re strong.”

“Or I just have a really hard head, a lot like you,” Eretria snapped.

He cuffed her, then led Eretria outside and put her in the backseat of his squad car. He got in and started driving. He looked up at her for a moment in the mirror. “So tell me, what’s a teenager doing robbing half the city blind of everything precious to them?”

Eretria smiled sweetly. “I’d rather wait for my lawyer.”

“I’m sure you would.”

When they finally got to the station, the cop pulled Eretria along, ignoring the smirk still on her face. He walked up to another officer and gestured to her. “I present to you one Black Heart Burglar.”

The other officer’s mouth fell open. “Really? Really really?”

“Allegedly,” Eretria cut in. “One alleged Black Heart Burglar. Don’t psyche yourself up too much.”

“I already hate her,” officer #2 said.

“Imagine riding in the car with her,” replied officer #1.

Eretria chuckled. “Take me to interrogation. I won’t talk, but it’s a nice place to wait for my lawyer once I call her.”

The officers looked between each other, then the one who’d picked Eretria up led her down a hall to the interrogation room. He uncuffed one of her hands, cuffing her to the table. “Stay.”

“Like I have much choice.” Eretria leaned back in the cold metal chair, putting her feet up on the table. “I’d like my phone call.”

“I’d like a cup of coffee that actually tastes like coffee,” the cop replied. He pulled out his cellphone and tossed it to her. “Hope you know their number.”

Eretria rolled her eyes. She held up the phone. “This is a flip phone. You know it’s not 1997, right?”

The officer laughed, shaking his head, and left.

Eretria dialed the number, grumbling. She put the receiver to her ear and waited.

“Richardson Law, this is Diane Richardson. How can I help you?”

“It’s Eretria.”

“God-” the voice started. They stopped, taking a breath that could be heard over the phone. “What did you do?”

“What did I allegedly do,” Eretria said. “I allegedly broke into a house and allegedly robbed them blind.”

Diane could be heard mumbling, but Eretria couldn’t hear it clearly. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

Eretria closed the phone and set it on the table. She sighed dramatically. She waited a few minutes, then did it again, louder. Another few minutes, then again, louder.

“Okay, okay!” the second officer said, walking in. “We get it, you’re bored.” He sat down across from her and put a folder down on the table. “So, are you ready to get started?”

“Not until my lawyer shows up,” Eretria sang.

The officer rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Well, how about I talk, and you listen?” He opened the folder. “Two months ago, a house on Washington Street was burgled. The thief took personal items that were very valuable, specifically family heirloom jewels.” He placed a photo of an empty jewelry box in front of her. “About a week later, another house reported a similar robbery. And then suddenly, we have a serial robber in our city.” He clasped his hands together.

Eretria shrugged in response. “Sounds like a problem.”

The cop chuckled. “It sure does.” He leaned back. “I spent so much time wondering, though. How could anyone who does this even be human? They’re stealing priceless family things that mean so much to these people.” He put a finger up. “But then I thought about it when you were brought in… what if you weren’t?”

Eretria raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

He crossed his arms. “When you attacked our officers, you left just the tiniest bit of blood behind. We ran that blood just to see if you were in the system. But then we found you out.” He pointed at her. “You’re not human. Which can only mean you’re from a very specific place that didn’t exist twenty years ago.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m sure you don’t.” He turned and looked at he false mirror and nodded once. “See, we’ve got someone from your home that we think you’d love to meet.”

“Sucks I’m not from Auradon,” Eretria said, her facade slipping for less than a second. She barely turned to look at the door as it opened, but took a double take at the woman who walked through.

“Bibbidi bobbidi…” the woman muttered. She steeled herself. “I’m Fairy Godmother. What’s your name, dear?”

“Apparently and allegedly, the Black Heart Burglar.”

Fairy Godmother pursed her lips. “Now, now, I asked for your name.”

“And I’d rather not give it to a magical blimp in pastels,” Eretria smiled.

Fairy Godmother gasped. She stumbled over her words, then put her hands on her hips. “There was no need for that, young lady! Now I want your name!”

“Or what, you’ll turn me into a watermelon?”

“It was a-” Fairy Godmother began. She took a breath. “It was a pumpkin. And if you won’t give me your name, I’ll have to bring you to Auradon to be identified.”

“And what makes you think someone like me would be identified by someone like you? Not like you cared to try before-” Eretria froze and bit her tongue, realizing she’d given herself away. She clenched her jaw.

The cop smirked. “Gotcha.”

Fairy Godmother sighed. She put her hands together. “I think we got off on the wrong foot-”

“The wrong foot?!” Eretria yelled, flying to her feet, only to be yanking on the table. “You call leaving children to rot for their parents’ crimes GETTING OFF ON THE WRONG FOOT?! YOU STUPID AURADONIAN HERO BITCH!” She lunged at Fairy Godmother, pulling the table with her effortlessly.

The cop grabbed her arms and restrained her, barely able to keep her from attacking the woman.

“I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR LEAVING US THERE TO PAY FOR CRIMES THAT WEREN’T OURS!” Eretria screamed. “I WILL GET MY REVENGE ON YOU SO-CALLED HEROES FOR LEAVING US THERE!”

“We need sedation! NOW!” the officer yelled into his radio.

“Bibbidi bobbidi!” Fairy Godmother exclaimed. She stepped away, unsure how to react to the teenager.

More officers rushed in, and within a minute Eretria felt herself getting sleepy, the world around her spinning as she fell into an inky blackness.

She woke up a while later with a massive headache. She closed her eyes again, groaning. Wait… was she… moving? Eretria looked around. Transport van? “What the hell is going on? Where are you taking me?” There was no answer from the driver. She banged on the wall between them. “Hey! I asked you a question!”

“Auradon,” the driver said.

Eretria tensed. “WHAT?!”

“You’re not under the jurisdiction of the United States of America. The only people who can try you are Auradon. So welcome home, fairytale girl.”

“Turn this van back around or so help me I will break out myself!”

“I’d like to see you try. That nice fairy lady enchanted the chains. You can’t break out.”

Eretria screamed in anger. She slammed her fists against the sides of the van. She leaned against the wall, trying to keep herself from crying out of pure rage. She bent over and rested her head on her hands, finally taking notice of the ankle monitor. She couldn’t run if she wanted to, anyways. They had her now, and they’d find her anywhere she went.

“So much for escaping fate,” she sighed.