Partner's In Crime

'Properly' meeting a fellow thief

"My darling, someone with such a pretty face and gorgeous figure should be escorted." Mark winked and smile ever so angelic at the young women.

The mistress had no interest for Mark what so ever. However, Mark doesn't give up so easily.

"I beg you to leave me alone."

"What if a dirty thief comes along? No one could protect you nor help you when you are in distress." Mark coiled his hands around the women's waist.

"I'm only walking home."

"I see, but wouldn't you care for company?" Mark's deep, demon voice whispered into the women's ear.

A dagger flew from above down near Mark's leg. Mark released his grip on the maidens waist and she took the chance to run off.

"If your a another assassin, Your aim is shit." Mark picked up the dagger. A shadow bended down on top of a building with a smirk. He aimed and threw it straight at the shadows eye.

But the figure caught it as it was inchs away from their eye.

"I said this already. I have no interest in killing. Unless necessary. I only want ta fortune. All the richs I can get me hands on." The mysterious figures accent was thick and smooth and rather attractive.

"Don't you know that in this world. No one can be trusted. It's kill or be killed my friend. I can murder you if I wanted-."

"So why haven't ye, Mark."

"Quite the observer I see. I haven't killed you because your running your mouth so why don't you shut your trap."

"Or maybe you don't want to. Perhaps, you might actually have a soul inside that coldless demon body."

"This has gone on quite enough. Would you kindly shut up so I can-."

The figure jumped down below.

"Kill me? Or do you mean spare me. Your talking your sweet time just to start chasing me."

"Then don't interrupt dumbass." Mark pulled out his pocket knife that was sharp at the tip.

The figure that loomed in the shadows exposed himself. He slid his gun out and pointed it at Mark's head and kept a distance at the same time.

"I could pull the trigger but you know, I won't my heart is isn't as cold and empty as yours I actually spare people." Jack lowered his weapon and placed it back into his pocket.

"Your just making thing's a whole lot easier."

Mark shot forward his knife towards the smaller man but stepped aside the last second to avoid being stabbed.

"I could do this all night but I don't like to waste time with-." Mark attacked again and the man dodge it and tackled Mark to the ground a devilish smile creeped on man's face. He tried to take the knife. Mark tried to pelt his weapon in the skilled man.

"There." He snatched Mark's knife and threw it into a nearby shrub and grasped both of Mark's wrists tightly onto the ground.

"I know you don't want ta kill me instantly. You haven't even asked my name. How rude. I'm Jack but you call me Sean Mark. Listen I don't have time for silly child's play. I got ta jewel to steal- or I mean a crown that will make me the richest, stealthiest man alive, and I don't need an amateur like you in my way." Sean moved his hands away from Mark, but he kicked roughly at Mark's crotch and stood up.

Mark yelped in pain, while Jack giggled.

"Oh and this." Sean reached over to the shrub and twirled the small knife on his middle finger and pointed at Mark.

"I'll keep this as gift from you. I'll see you again Marky~." Sean climbed back up on the rooftops and made his way down each roof.

Mark layed on the cold concrete gorund catching his breath. He took many blows to his groin but it this one hurt the most.

"Better watch your back Irish boy."