Troublemaker

One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure

You would think people would have a more updated security systems with all the new technology out these days. Maybe I was old school but knifes and scissors got me into everything I wanted. I cut the wires to the security system only buying myself 3 minutes till the siren blared and the lights flashed. I headed to the engagement rings case and busted the glass with brass knuckles. I reached in and grabbed the rings with the biggest diamonds. Too bad I don't believe in marriage these look good on me. I had about 1 minute left and of course I'm going to put it to good use. I headed to the mannequin head that was on display. It wore a half face mask with gold around the edges and small diamonds in between the black breathing vents. I lifted the glass case off and snatched the mask off before the alarm went off. I made it to the ally next to David S Diamonds store by the time I climbed up the fire escape to the roof the alarm went off but it was the owner's problem now.

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I sat on the edge of the roof of the apartment building swinging my legs of it. I watched the police fly down the street headed to the David S Diamonds store. I silently laughed to myself thinking about Honey losing his mind over the third robbery this month. I continued to look through my bag of jewels until a noise echoed below me. I looked down a young boy in his teens was running down the ally I looked back and saw a man in the dumpster grunting softy. I headed down the fire escape trying not to make any noise. I walked up to the dumpster leaning in and looked at him. It's the guy. Seems like someone gave him some payback. I reached in the dumpster to grab his mask to see who was the guy underneath it. But the sound of footsteps made me pull back. I ran up the first flight of the fire escape looking at the young teen with a woman too young to be his mom. They spoke to each other in Spanish too bad my Spanish was too broken to understand. They started to pull him out the trash bringing him in the apartment building. Who the fuck is this guy?

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I circled the apartment building for a while looking for the apartment he was in. I came to a window the lights were dim and the woman who took him out the trash was hovering over the couch. The back of the couch was faced to me but I assumed the man was laying on the couch. The woman started to stand up as did the man his back was to me unable to see his face. He walked into the kitchen as she answered the door. The man at the door seemed to be asking her questions she answered enough of them to get him to leave. Soon after the masked man walked out the apartment with the woman "shit" I said quietly. It was quite for a while no one came back in the apartment. I sat and watched for a while until the sound of a door flinging open made me drop to my knees making sure not to be seen. The man in the mask was limping with the guy who answered the door leaning on him. The woman had a mask on with the eyes cut out. They tied him with his arms above his head to the water tower on the roof What the hell are they doing? He finally came to and started talking to them. Whatever they were saying I was too far to hear but I could hear the man screaming after a while. I didn't flinch or look away I just became more intrigued. The man began to cut him down but by the way he grabbed him up it wasn't to let him go free. The man dragged him to the ledge at put the upper half of him over the edge. "Where is he?!" The man in the mask yelled "the building on 11th and 44th" the man whimpered back. Before I couldn't remember the building that was on that street the man in the mask threw him of the building. The woman screamed as we looked at him fall in the dumpster. I cringed watching his body fold in the trash "And I thought I had anger issues" I said to myself. All of a sudden the man stood still as if he was listening for something. My heart raced a little watching him look around in the building I was on. His eyes covered by the mask made me wonder what he was looking for. Me. I ducked down the concrete ledge waiting to hear the steel door close. By the time it did I was still trying to catch my breath.