I frantically dug through my room trying to find the wallet I had unfortunately misplaced earlier that morning. The authorities would have my head if I was caught without my wallet, I probably wouldn't be allowed off the premises. I quickly ruffled through my desk opening and slamming the drawers quickly, not paying notice to the sound or the grunting of my grumpy neighbor Dan. I then turned to my dresser, quickly fumbling through the compartments tossing out old and worn socks, shirts, pants, and all the magical things that I hide in there. My room was full to the brim of random artifacts. Anything that I had managed to find that would protect me from any invading enemies littered the floor. Legos were carefully positioned at the doors entrance and on the window ceil, and a baseball bat was just positioned above my double bed. (The authorities won't allow real weapons, I had to pull a couple strings just to have the baseball bat) Not to mention I'm also a total slob, so everything you could possible dream of was on my very floor. Mostly things I had managed to steal, this included necessary provisions like food, and I know what you're thinking, stealing is wrong! My parents have told me so since I was small! It must be true! But is it really? Isn't that just told to you because of what your community values? If you were raised in the city of backstab it's a completely different set of rules. If the laws of the community change, the people inside change with it.
I continued to search through all the drawers but to no avail. My fingers trembled at the realization of what would happen I was found without a wallet. I shook my head and paused for just a moment rubbing my temples softly and taking deep breaths..
Calm I tell myself I won't be able to find anything in this state of mind, think I had it in my pocket just yesterday you were heading to the 8th floor for dinner and had the casserole, the people around you were that old woman in room 231 and Dan... Afterwords I had traveld down to the 7th floor to take a shower where I had met that pleasant old woman once more..
"DAMMIT!" I throw my hands up in the air with frustration.
Suddenly I hear Dan across from me, breaking my concentration.
"Young lady, quiet yourself! Or I'll come in there personally..." Dan says grumply through the paper thin walls.
"Watch it old man, one threat and your thrown out you know the rules." I say as I begin to exit my door. Carefully stepping over the lego trap in my bear feet.
"I'll just file a complaint in the morning, we'll see who's laughing."
I highly doubt that he'd remember to file a complaint he never remembers I say to myself as a sprint down the hallway, down several flights of steps making my way down to the 5th floor, passing several guards on the way down. I addressed them with standard procedure, every time i approached one.
Me: "My name is Eleanor Rose"
Them: "State your reason for being up past curfew"
Me: *sweats nervously* "I misplaced my wallet"
Them: "Permission granted to pass"
. One of them laughed, probably at my ability to lose probably the most important thing I possess.
I finally made it to the 5th floor and banged on the door of 231. I hear the quiet fumbling of a person, making their way towards the door.... I hear the unlocking of several locks and the quiet tapping of disarming an alarm, finally the door is pulled open creaking on its hinges to reveal an old woman with smile line so deep they were all I could manage to look at. It was a clever act, who would suspect an old woman of thievery? I probably wouldn't have, mostly the seniors are harmless but a few are hired as mercenaries. This grandma was more likely to be a kick ass ninja then someone who sat around baking cookies. I stared at her small figure sizing her up ignoring all common since...
"Give my wallet!" I yell, loud enough for the city of backstab to hear me.
"My dear, whatever do you mean?" she said as she patted down her pink nightgown, not bothered the slightest by my upfront demand.
"You can't fool me, hand it over and I might let you go."
She tensed but continued to play the act.
"Why on the good saints heart would you think I have it?"
"Because, you stole it from my jeans during the shower period now hand it over!"
She looked up at me with her sweet lil' old lady eyes and the ravines for smile lines, and sighed.
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
"And why not?" I say, surprised by the answer.
"Boss won't let me."
She ran her hands through her silver hair nervously, obviously no longer trying to hide the fact something was up.
"I'm sorry, you're a good girl and all, I have to.."
She then proceeded to Crane Kick me in the head. Blood poured from my nose and got all over my night garments. I lunged at the old woman but despite her age she was quick. Before I knew it she was behind me and shoved me directly into her room. The deed was silent and quick. It was to fast to be a life altering event, but it sure was the beginning to one.
