Meet Mirri, a girl who has quickly become infamous around the states as the 'Phoenix Burglar.' She leaves a trail of ashes in her wake as she wanders the world. She has no one, and that's all she needs. What happens when a grumpy old man and a dysfu...
Finally, everyone in the Smith household will be gone tonight I thought, watching the residence from a nearby tree.
I had spent a lot of time staking out the house lately. This family was insanely entertaining and dysfunctional. Rick, the name of the man I had seen, is some sort of scientist. He constantly drags around his grandson, Morty, through green portals. I'm extremely curious about where they go and what they do. Come to think of it, I think this is the most effort I've put into a burglary.
Have I really become obsessed with this family? Maybe.
I shake myself out of my thoughts, slipping down the tree trunk and walking off. I knew what I had to do. Those science gizmos were probably worth a lot of money. The girl, Summer, was going to be out until 1 am at a friend's party, while the parents were going on an overnight trip. The only thing to worry about was when Rick and Morty would be back from their adventure. It was always hard to calculate when they'd be back. Sometimes it would be days, other times a half an hour. I'll just have to be quick.
--later that night--
I approached the house slowly, pulling my hood down farther and adjusting my Venetian face mask.
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I took a deep breath, steadying my excitement. I headed to the front door, and kneeled down, picking the lock. I heard a satisfying click, and the door creaked open. I slid inside, shutting the door behind me. I nearly shit myself as a dog stood in the middle of the living room, watching me.
"Jesus Christ, you're creepy," I whisper angrily at the white dog. I walk over to the dog and take its collar, guiding it out the door. Don't want it in here when I burn the place to the ground. I slink into the kitchen, looking for good silver. Nothing. I sigh, not exactly surprised.
I walk toward the garage door, comfortable now. I turn the knob and enter the cold dark room, humming a tune from Mother Mother. I only get 3 paces before an alarm starts blaring, and the room shifts as I'm in a trap, hanging upside down. "What the fuck?!" I struggle in the bindings as I start to panic. Suddenly the light flickers on and Rick walks in. He burps before walking up to me. I freeze, tilting my head up to look. He rips my mask off.
"R-really? You think I wouldn't notice you stalking my house e-every day?" I growl, my eyes flashing red, as I begin struggling again. "Oh, y-yeah, scary!" He says sarcastically. "NIice trick with your eyes." I give up, and quit my wiggling
"Let me go," I growl.
"N-nope- no can do," he says, taking a swig from his flask. We stare at each other for a second before I speak.
"Why not?"
"Why not? Y-you were gonna burn down my house!"
"So," You mumble, turning away.
"Sooooo, you owe me something," he smirked. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"I'm not doing you any sexual favors, I'd rather go to jail." He rolled his eyes but I caught him blushing.
"I don't want anything like- like thaAt from such an ugly twat." I raised an eyebrow. "I wanna test something." He pulls out a gun looking thing and before I can react, a stream of fire engulfs my body. I just stare at him blankly through the flames, quite honestly bored with the situation. I thought he was gonna do something fun, like shoot me.
They slowly extinguish, and Rick lets out a burp, smirking. "Thought so," he says.
"Congrats, you've figured it out, dumbass. Now let me out."
"No."
"No?"
"No."
"Oh come oooon. You did your test, now lemme outta here."
"I wanna know what you are first."
"Excuse me?"
"Y-you heard me. All my scanners can't identify your species, so what are you?" I hung there, stunned. I always knew I was different but...I'm not even human? What even am I then? Rick looks at my crestfallen expression and sighs. "You weren't even aware, were you?" I shake my head, staring at a wall. Rick lets out a sigh before I'm suddenly dropped to the ground, restraints gone. "S-stOOop your crying. I can't s-stand that shit," he says looking away. I hadn't even noticed the tears. Does he.. Pity me? I felt my face flush with anger and embarrassment. I wipe my face and stand, swiping my mask off the floor and putting it back on. Looking at him, he had his back to me as he fidgeted with some shit on the table. "Y-you can go, just don't try to fuck with my shit again," he grumbled. I let out a sigh and turned away.
