How to train a Thief

Making a Thief.

My eyes widened in fear as I spun around.

Nothing, absolutely nothing. I slowly spun around and it hit me like a sledgehammer. He did not touch me, but he appeared out of nowhere like a ghost. It made my body accumulate adrenaline, my heart pumping out of control, blood rate reaching abnormal heights.

He stared at me, I stared back at him. His hazel eyes and black hair illuminated by the light that escaped the trees canopies above us.

Words--Where were my words!

"Uh... h-hi!"

Damn it Éveil Hartman, wake up!

"Why did you leave it playing? It was quite an interesting track besides, you pretty much already let the world know you've broken and entered, so I ask why did you stop it?"

Lie Elise lie!.

"I don't know w-what you're talking about, b-boy, but I have to go." I expressed my sentence awkwardly while twitching my fingers. I walked off possibly east, but literally, I just wanted to get away. I couldn't call his bluff, but he definitely knew something.

I walked off without looking back. It was a good painful minute, but honestly, it felt like years. It was as if the devil himself burnt holes into my back with his fiery eyes.

I couldn't take it anymore! Impatiently, I turned around to look. I had barely made it fifty awkward paces by the time I looked and I realised he was gone. My blood pressure slowly decreasing, i felt calm.

Success; once again i succeed.

An awkward smile creep over me, but it was marked with guilt. Somebody knew what i had done. But that's ok, right!? He doesn't. He doesn't know where i live, why should i care?

Blindly, i walked through the endless forest, constantly cutting my way through an oblivion, before reaching an unmarked road. I took a journey of faith down the road and realised i was back at my school. The academy itself looked wonderful from faraway, until you get closer and hear the metaphorical screams of the students. Maybe that was quite the hyperbole, but i was more concerned about my prize possession. I might even be able to buy a motorbike or a car!

Minutes later. Sweat broke through on every part of my body by the time I reached my home. I struggled to slam the key into the keyhole, but once I did, I coerced the lock open and slammed the door shut and locked after I burst in.

I leant against the door panting before hysterically laughing.

I opened my backpack quickly and held it upside down so that everything inside fell out.

They were gone. the wheel rim was not there. I checked for the Rolls Royce Emblem, in my pocket, but it was gone. Taken. Vanished.

I checked my left pocket and to my surprise a note was inside it.

Neat cursive hand written dominated it. It read,

"Thieves are made, not born..."

No name, no call back number, nothing.

My eyes widened. I closed the piece of paper and closed my eyes. Taking a deep breath before desperately opening the paper again.

"Thieves are ..."

I closed it again and open it faster this time.

It was undeniably real. A yellow sticky note with nice handwriting. Right after the encounter with that strange boy.

laying on the ground I began panting hard almost wanting to cry. I couldn't go to prison! I've seen what women do to you there!

Racing upstairs, I felt my blood rushing out of control. My emotions tumbling over and over like a pilot in a centrifuge. I didn't know what to feel anymore.

Bursting open my room I saw it. The rim of the wheel lay there on my bed along with the emblem from the Roll's Royce. Neatly placed.

I looked around, my room. Random Sticky notes were stuck to the walls. The first I read was on the Rim of the wheel and the emblem.

"Keep it."

The next was on my table.

"I cleaned it for you."

The floor the same.

"I vacuumed it for you."

The bookshelf was neatly stacked with my school books. Each separated into different subjects.

"Read them." was the next sticker on the shelf.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry.

Police!

I turned around and sprung to the door before falling into something. Someone.

He stood there blocking the exit. His eyes burning holes into mine. I looked up at him still on the floor. He just stood there so calm. So Cold.

" I found your bracelet under your bed." He handed me the small silver jewellery my mother gave it to me.

I stared at him, fear circulating through my system.

I shrieked and pushed him out of the way. He gently moved to the side as I raced downstairs.

He didn't seem to make any attempt to stop me, but I felt like I was going to die. It was as if I had stared death in the face and now am running away from it.

He picked up my home phone and threatened to call the police. My finger awkwardly pressing the 3 digits on the phone. I trembled in the process and I felt large tear drops slide their way down my face, covering my smooth rosy cheeks.

I looked at him, he didn't seemed the least amount threatened. He calmly walked downstairs and sat down on a small couch. His legs closed and his back flat against the couch. fingers entangled. His eyes searching every corner of the room. Taking in every single detail. The marks of paint, the scratches, the dents.

"I-Im calling the p-police!"

"That's not very wise. And perhaps not the best way to treat a guest, I do say."

"You broke into my house!" I made it very obvious when I pressed the call button so that he could see and I put it on loud speaker so he could hear. As it was making the connection he spoke again.

"Perhaps i should remind you who the real criminal is here..."

My hand froze, the phone still in my hand. The operator picked up and I felt speechless.

"Emergency services what can i do for you." In came in a steady tone, trained tone that is.

"U-uh, I-I'm sorry i thought I heard something..." His eyes staring right into mine. Absorbing my gaze. I looked away and finished the call with irony, "There is no emergency here thank you!"

I didn't wait for a reply, instead, I hung the phone and breathed heavily. My eyes filling with tears. Anger rushing through my blood. The sound of the clock ticking. The birds outside singing. The world was beautiful, but mine was distorted.

Broken into...

I spoke as i turned towards him.

"What do you want me..." He was gone.

Note- A final small sticky note lay there. Its colour was a bright orange that contrasted with the black leather couch. It caught my eye and I made my way to it.

I looked around cautiously. Nothing. it was like he was never here.

I read the small note in my hand.

"Try again. 16- leymark court, West Thornton. Leather case containing a small silver bird."

At first i was confused, but then my muscles tensed and the room seemed to darken upon my realisation of the meaning of the note.

He wants me to steal something...