Quill's First Chapters!

Thieves Don't Wear Glass

My newest story. Wrote this book last month during Nanowrimo. I kind of like it, it has potential. This chapter is reeeaaally long. Okay. Let's summarize.

Cataline was no 'Cinderella.' She never got the gown, she didn't have the hair, and she certainly never wore the shoes. She did, however, do the dirty work. But as her step-mothers personal thief. However, one misplaced foot print on a crime scene sends her life spiraling away from her.

"That boy is an idiot."
    "A cute idiot."
    "Shut up Jaq."
    The boy snickered and then hopped down from his seat among the tree the two of them were hiding in. They had originally come up here to relax, but then someone tried to break into Cataline's mansion, so they stopped to watch the poor boy fail.
    "Oh look, he just tripped the door sensor, the most simple device to avoid. Should I disable it and see how far he gets?" Cataline asked sweetly while peering down at Jaq.
    "Totally, let's watch this idiot burn."
    She raised an eyebrow and added, "You literally just called him cute two seconds ago."
    Jaq smiled, "But I did call him an idiot."
    Cataline rolled her eyes and then pulled the TV remote she had programmed with all her devices and pointed it towards the connection box not four feet away from here where all the input directions were held. Pressing the number '5' and then clicking the pause button, she disabled the first sensor and allowed him into the house. Windows lined the walls enough for the two of them to still see inside.
    "Is he seriously going to try disable that clearly fake alarm?" Jaq questioned, leaning forward and parting the leaves.
    "Woah, woah. You are way to big to try that move buddy," Cataline continued and then sighed. "He's even worse than I thought. It's like watching an amateur paint a Picasso."
    Jaq lowered himself down a brach with practiced ease, not even making the leaves rustle. "Hey, not everyone is a master at this. I was just as bad when you caught me." Cataline snorted and then launched herself out of the tree, tucking and rolling so when she hit the ground ten feet below, nothing broke.
    "You say that, but you at least knew to stay in the dark and wear the proper gear. He looks like he just got out of football practice and decided to rob me in the DNA dripping shirt." Jaq grinned and made a more careful path down the branches.
    "Only you could take offense to someone stealing from you and failing," he remarked.
    Cataline brushed herself off and then cracked her knuckles. "Come on, let's go save our new recruit before he actually gets caught. You know what Moth did to our last one."
    Jaq grimaced, "Your mother is quite destructive."
    Cataline flipped around and quicker than light had Jaq tripped and on the ground. "Step-mother," she corrected with a smile as she stepped over his body. He rolled his eyes and stood up. His outfit was different than hers, much different. Cataline wore what could only be described as the black wardrobe of death. Everything she wore was black and could kill you if used in the right manner. It might have been obvious, but it was also effective. Her belt carried tools, the bandana kept the hair out of her face, the shirt was extremely flexible, the shorts and tights kept her covered and agile. There was no doubt she could rob you in broad daylight and she would still not be caught.
    In comparison, Jaq looked like a first timer, and he had been her apprentice for two years. He wore black cargo pants with enough pockets to carry half the room. A black tee-shirt was tucked into the pants and a belt wound around his waist. Black fingerless gloves covered his palms, for Cataline had taught him that you shouldn't have to cover your fingerprints as you should never need to leave them. A few simple devices hung from his belt, and lock picking tools as well. His brown hair wasn't covered, but the amount of product used kept any hairs from falling out during a mission. And while he was taller that Cataline, he would never take her in a fight, for she could take him down in less time than it took to tie her shoes, while blindfolded.
    "Hurry up you slow poke," she hissed, jumping up and scaling the side of the house with no difficulty. "Or we'll miss the best part." Her black clothed body swung around and up to the large window showing the room upstairs.
    Jaq followed with more difficulty, no mater how hard he tried he was never as good as she was. At the window they could see the large open space that branched off into the bedrooms. Their little idiot was currently climbing the steep stairs up to the main hall.
    "Five bucks he trips," Cataline betted, smiling and watching his slow progress.
    "There's no way he's gonna trip."
    He tripped. Practically took down the floor too.
    Jaq growled, "Remind me to pay you later."
    Cataline smiled sweetly again and replied, "Of course. You know I'll take every opportunity to scrape the cash off you rich kids." She pressed a button on her remote and immediately an alarm went off in the house. The kid inside panicked. Jaq didn't even flinch.
    "You live in a mansion," he stated flatly.
    "The hidden room of a mansion," she corrected and slid down the roof before tumbling to the ground. "With no pay for my excellent thieving skills." Cataline tried to flick her hair cooly but forgot it was in a braid and ended up whacking herself in the face.
    Jaq sighed and agreed, "You do have great thieving skills." Then under his breath, "Though the attitude is a bit unneeded." He expected the blow but still wasn't able to stop it. With a wheezing chuckle he doubled over, the punch to the stomach knocking the wind out of him.
    They walked towards the door and Cataline put her hands on her hips while standing on the very luxurious welcome mat.
    "He's not stupid enough to use the same exit as his entrance," Jaq said, coming up behind her.
    She glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. "Do you want another bet? Because I am honestly totally okay with earning more money."
    "'Earning' implies you actually did something to deserve it."
    Cataline stared at him innocently. "I did protect my house from strangers, didn't I?"
    Jaq snorted and replied, "Only after toying with them like mice, like the cat you are." She grinned and turned towards the door again as sounds of a hasty escape rattled the house.
    "I like that, a cat. With quick reflexes, claws, and the keen ability to protect whats mine." A heartbeat later, "Even though practically nothing is."
    And at that, the door opened, revealing a quite tall, quite buff, quite handsome, and quite scared boy.
    "Hello little mouse!" Cataline called, waving her hand brightly with a grin. The smile dropped a second later and she said with a smirk, "I'm cat." And she pounced.
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