Thief

vi| Browsing and Brandon

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I walk down the sidewalk with a strut in my step. Why you might ask? I've watched all my favorite movies, read all my favorite books and just lifted and returned three wallets without the owners noticing. Oh, and also with the fact that I've got 678 dollars today.

Now, you may be wondering. Girl what the heck, you just shot two people, one twice, were in the middle of mafia headquarters and surrounded by people that wouldn't care if I died or wanted to kill me.

Well.

That all happened about two weeks ago. Tyler has been looking for me on a rampage since I shot him and Brandon's gang has been unusually chill. You could say I'm enjoying this break.

I go into the book store and just browse. Seeing old favorites and new friends.

A few hours later.

I lug my pile of books and the cashier lady lifts an eyebrow, but smiles nonetheless.

"It's good to see that young people still read."

I look up.

"Oh, no. I'm the only one."

She laughs, "The Flash?"

I smile and nod. I wave a goodbye to her as I leave the store and enjoy the sun on my face as I walk down the sidewalk.

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I sigh when I see a black van. I hold my books tighter to my body and start to walk faster, but confusion quickly comes across me in waves when the van continues to drive down the road. I scrunch my face up when a second van comes into view, but then I quickly realize what they're doing.

The second van speeds up as I break out into a run and when I turn the corner the other van is waiting there. I groan and yell.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"NO CAN DO! YOU SHOT ME!"

I groan again when I hear Brandon's annoying voice. I speed up when I near the van that is stopped and I jump up onto the hood and slide off while panting... it's been awhile since I've been on the run. I hear footsteps following me, which means they're driving and running after me.

I turn a sharp corner and start to climb the fire escape with a burning in my chest. I let out a yelp when someone grabs my foot and starts to drag me down. I hit my head and quickly latch onto part of the fire escape. I shake my leg and reach for me knife. I focus on the hand holding me and I throw it. Once I am released I scamper to a landing. I text the only person I love and trust

L- Help. Fire Escape. Bookstore. Brandon.

R- Be there soon. Hang on.

"London, get down here!"

I look over the railing to see him twiddling with a gun.

"NO."

He groans and I hear rustling.

"Get down here or I kill Blake."

I spring up in surprise and I feel something pierce my thigh.

A tranquilizer.

I stumble a bit and rip it out of my thigh, but it's too late. I feel muffled shouting and then I feel the wind on the face, concrete on my back and the only thing I can think of... is where I left my books. 

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I walk down the crowded sidewalk with a strut in my step. I've just successfully lifted three wallets, returned them without any of the owners noticing. Oh, and I'm also happy with the fact that I've lifted 678 dollars. 

Now, you may be wondering, you just shot two people, were in the middle of mafia headquarters and surrounded by bad people. Well that all happened two weeks ago. Tyler was looking for me since I shot him and Brandon's gang has been quiet, so I'm enjoying this break between drama. 

I go into the library and just start to browse.

A few hours later.

I lug my pile of books to the cash register and the check-out lady raises an eyebrow at me and just smiles a little. 

"It's good seeing some young people reading... nowadays all I see is people on their phones twenty-four seven."

"Oh no, I'm the only one."

She laughs, "The Flash?"

I nod while smiling and then grab the bag she gave me and make my way out of the store. 

I swing my bag slightly and just enjoy the feel of the sun on my face as I walk down the sidewalk. 

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I sigh when I see a black van come into view. I hold my books tighter to my body and start to walk faster, but confusion fills my mind when the van just keeps going down the road, and not once stopping near me. 

I scrunch my eyebrows together when a second van comes into view, and then I realize. 

The second van starts to speed up as I start to run and when I turn the corner the other van is there blocking my path. I start to run faster and when I get close to the car, I leap up and land on the front of it. I slide down on the other side and continue in a sprint, but I soon can't breathe. 

It's been awhile since I've been on the run.

I hear a door open behind me and feet running on the path. 

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"NO CAN DO SWEETHEART!"

I groan when I hear that response. Brandon.

I turn a sharp corner and start to climb the fire escape when someone grabs my foot an pulls me down. 

I let out a yell when I hit my head off the railing and quickly latch on to something. I start to shake my leg while grabbing a knife from my jacket. I turn my head and focus on the hand, and then I throw it. Once my foot is released I scamper up the fire escape again and corner myself into one of the ledges. With a gun. I pull out my phone and text Red.

L- Help, fire escape, bookstore.

R- Be there soon.

"Come on London, we just want to talk!" Shouts Brandon. 

I peek my head over the escape and see them all holding up guns, and when I look close, their tranquilizers. 

"Yeah! Sure!" 

I go back to my spot against the ledge. I start to twiddle with my gun, but then I feel a prick in my thigh. 

I stumble up and rip it out of my thigh, but it's too late. I start to stumble a bit and I hear muffled shouting, and then I feel myself fall.