It's a Dangerous Game

Thief

A figure sat atop a noodle shop right across the recently opened jewelry shop. The shop had opened last November, about six months ago.

The person had been sitting there the past three hours, unmoving. Finally, the store keepers had closed the shop and the hooded figure stood up, electing a crack from her back and pops from her knees.

"Oooff, remind me to never do that again." She muttered to herself. After bending over into a bridge form to get the rest of the cricks out of her body, the girl flipped off the two story building, landing right in front of the door. She grunted when her ankles protested against the jump, but light yellow coloured wisps appeared surrounding her wrist and swirling down into her ankles. The discomfort disappeared and the red head skipped to the front door. She ignored the 'Closed' sign and, bracing her hands on the glass door, something purple shot out of them and shattered the door. Whistling, she stepped inside and waved at the old frightened couple behind the counter top.

"Gooood Evening!"

The couple didn't answer. The hooded girl's eyes narrowed at the old lady who inched towards the right.

"I'll have to kindly ask you to not press that button ma'am." To get her command across, purple wisps flew out of the intruder's hands and smashed into the glass right by the old woman's head. Love themed jewelry spilled to the floor. The woman jumped back, hand flying to her heart, and the old man's arms encircled his wife.

"What do you want?" The man tried to sound brave, but he was trembling slightly.

The girl held up her wrist; a wide, plain golden bracelet encircled it with two empty holes where two gems were supposed to sit. "I believe, you have the brother and sister stones."

When they didn't reply, she continued. "The element stones from the crystal realm. The fire and water sibling stones."

The old man attempted to deny it. "I don't know—"

"Yes you do!" The intruder yelled, cutting him off. "Don't! Deny it." The last two words were spoken softly.

The older woman was shaking. She leaned towards her husband and whispered something. He threw the intruder an ugly look before proceding to push a small stool to a cabinet and taking out a box. Opening it, he produced a box containing zircon, yellow sapphires and other orange and yellow stone bracelets. The one he picked up looked like fire and seemed to burn in its band of gold. He handed it to the thief who now was leaning on the glass counter.

"Thank you darlin'." She drawled. "Where's it's sister?" She asked as she slipped the band onto her other wrist, admiring the way it caught and reflected the light.

"Sold." The man spat. "Four months ago."

"To whom?"

"I don't remember." The old woman answered a bit too quickly.

The thief raised her eyebrow at the obvious lie. "Of course you would know, darling," She wrinkled her nose. "but it doesn't matter—"

The sound of sirens cut her off. Blue and red lights followed closely behind. These caused the woman to curse horribly and the old couple flinched from her use of language.

In a fit of anger, the girl shattered the glass cases.

"It seems my time has run short." She spat at the trembling couple. Turning, she fled and within seconds she was on the roof opposite the jewelry store, fuming.

It took her a little longer than she would have liked to finally calm down and get moving. She glared at the police helping the old couple out of the shop, carrying out yellow tape and searching the nearby alleyways for her.

But no one would ever find her. And if they did, it was the last thing they did.

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Next Chapter: February 10