Cuffed to you

Chapter: 1

"SO YOUR TELLING ME YOU DID NOT STEAL ANYTHING!" a detective yells in my face as he slams his hands on a table we are sitting at. "Listen, where is all the stuff you stole?" he asks

"I don't know what your talking about." I say with a straight face.

"Fine, we'll start simple. What's your name?" The second detective says as calm as he can. While the first cools hisself.

I looked at him and with a smirk I said, "What is YOUR name?"

"Will you just answer my question?"

"Will YOU just answer MY question?"

"DANG IT JUST ANSWER THE QUESTIONS." The first yells again

Oh so they're playing good cop bad cop, eh? I say to myself.

"How about you answer MY questions." I say

"Calm down, Dan." the second says to the first.

"Yes Danny boy, calm down." I say grinning

"WHY YOU LITTLE!" Dan says.

"DAN! Calm down, she is trying to get in your head." the second detective says. "Now where were you during 5:00-6:00pm?"

"Where were YOU during 5:00-6:00pm?" Just then the first detective, dan, stormed out of the room. "Hm, what's got his panties up his butt?"

"Listen, whatever your name is, we will find out who robbed those banks and if it's you. You will spend 30 years in jail."

"No, YOU will spend 30 years in jail crying your eyes out, because you have nothing on me." I say with my hands still cuffed under the table.

"Unbelievable." He says standing up and grabs me "come on, tonight your sleeping here."

"Fine by me, Andrew." After I said his name, he squinted at me.

"How do know my name?"

"I have my ways."

"How do you know my name!" he yells

"How do you not know mine." I say

"Take her away." with that, two big guys come in a take me away. Your probably wondering what happened, well I was just taking a stroll in a park when two detectives come up to me, grab me, and throw me in their car.

Anyway my name is Bradley. Every thief, murder, spy, etc. knows who I am. Well everyone in the underground world. They also know if they betray me, let's just say they will never see the next day. I hate stealing from, killing, and hurting people. Why do I steal? well it's to help the weak, and poor. I'm sorta like the forty thieves or Robin Hood. The mysterious person who steals from the rich and gives to the poor, well that's me. After my grandpa died, I found out something sad, something that made me want to help people. My Grandpa owned a small, tiny, dirty farm in Chicago, Illinois with only 3 horses, 5 cows, 2 chickens, a rooster, and a dog, rusty. When grandpa died I got everything he had. I miss him more than anything. I had locked myself in his house for 2 whole weeks, and Jane, me and grandpa's friend, had came over those two weeks and took care of everything. She helped me even though she had her hands full. She even knows I'm a thief and she tries to stop me but fails. I wasn't always a thief. When I was 15 I ran away from home to see my Grandpa I haven't seen in about 10 years. He took me in and cared for me. I also found out my Grandma died when I was 6. I helped Grandpa on his farm for 6 years. Then when I was 21 he died. Right now I'm 23 and last year was when I decided to be like Robin Hood.

Well back to where I was being taking to a jail cell. "You know that was called kidnapping. When y'all grabbed me and threw me into y'all's car." I say to the big tall guys but they don't say anything. I have been jiggling a bobby pen in the lock for awhile and finally I felt the cuffs loosen.

I stop walking and stood still. The two dudes were only two feet in front of me. They turned around and one says "come on! We don't have all day!" I didn't answer instead I smiled and held one of those little hitting stick thingy that cops have, behind my back. I might have took it from one of the buff guys in front of me. They both reached for me but I swung the stick and hit the dude on the right and knocked him out. I ran towards him and took his two guns, badge, and hand cuffs.

"Mr. smith, if I were you I would put my gun down and put my hands behind my back." I said pointing one gun at the buff guy and the other gun at the knocked out buff dude.

"H-H-How do y-you know my last n-n-name?" he asks as he slowly puts the gun down.

"It's a secret" I say as I walk over to him and hand cuff him. I then put him in the jail cell and grab the dude, still knocked out, and remove his cop vest. I drag him into the jail cell and close the door. "adios amigos" I say and with that I walk out of the place like a boss.

The reason they think I'm the thief is because my last robbery, I forgot my ski cap. So I only wore a cap and a doctors mask.

I was walking down the street when all of a sudden someone puts a bag over my head and dragged me to somewhere but not without a fight. I tried to turn around to punch whoever has me but instead I feel something hard and strong hit my head. Then darkness takes over and I feel like I'm falling.

"I think I have the wrong person!" someone says before I drift off.

But one thought floods my mind. "Help me, someone."