Small stories and theories.

Red Handed

This is using a TFR prompt that I really liked so here you go. Be warned it does have some gun and knife violence which of course means blood. You've been warned. I don't own the picture above just thought it would work well with this story. 

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"You don't strike me as a professional criminal." The person was holding a sac with what I'm assuming is a valuable painting. The person looks me in the eye 

"That's what makes me so good at it." The voice sounds like a young male, he leans on the wall and chuckles to himself. 

"What's so funny eh?" As far as I can tell there's nothing to laugh at. Unless he finds me amusing but I wouldn't see why. "I just caught you and you're laughing like a lunatic." He bursts out laughing and it's starting to annoy me. 

"And do you really think you caught me?" He looks me in the eye again he takes his mask off to reveal almost neon bright orange hair. I gawk at his hair wondering why would anyone want it that bright? Although I'm quite a quiet person and prefer not to attract attention to myself. 

While I'm gawking at his hair I don't realize that he's heading towards another hallway. I run towards him and he turns a corner and I turn that corner and no one is there. "What the hell?!" 

"So is this your first job as a security guard?" He appears at the end of the hall "Because you certainly aren't good at it you know?" His mask gone and his hoodie reveals a plain white tee shirt that's turning red? 

"Why are you bleeding?" I ask lowering my gun I wasn't going to shoot someone injured jeez maybe I am bad at my job. 

"What's it to you?" He retorts and leans against the wall the blood now soaking a corner of his shirt and is dripping on the floor. He collapses onto the floor, what ever injury he has it's bad. I slowly walks towards him.

"Oh I don't know the fact that I'm responsible for getting you in jail preferably alive." I kneel in front of him and take in my surroundings after turning the lights on. There's five doors in this hallway, some cleaning closets, storage rooms, and meeting rooms or display rooms. 

"You're just a big fool aren't you?" It was at this moment when I realized he doesn't have the sac and that the bleeding even though I haven't looked or treated it yet the bleeding has stopped. That's when I feel a sharp quick pain in my back somewhere around my shoulder blade. The orange haired fellow stands up and scoffs "Good job" I fall forwards and stay there, then I see someone around the same height as the orange hair person but their hair is a bright turquoise and a girl. She's holding a knife in her hand I'm guessing she was the one who stabbed me.  

"Good job to you as well brother." Her voice is silky unlike the others who is rough she is also holding the sac. 

"Great" I mutter under my breath while they turn their backs on me certain I couldn't do anything that was their mistake. I pulled out my gun aimed for the back of the turquoise head and shot. Blood quickly ran out as she slowly made her way to the floor. 

"Natalie!" I hear him scream out and kneels beside his sister starting to cry, how pathetic. "Shoot me." I hear him say why does he wish to be shot? Yes he can escape I feel in no condition to run and he has what they were after. 

"And why should I?" I groan out as I sit myself up against the wall legs taking up most of the small hallway and a throbbing pain in my left shoulder. 

"Just shoot me." I look at him, his hands bloody from trying to save his now dead sister. So I do right above his ear, he falls down now lying beside his sister. I always was a good shot.