Fakir stalked him for what seemed like hours. Until he saw him go into an alleyway. "My opening!" whispered Fakir. Fakir dashed to the wet and damp alley, it was then Fakir realized. It was a trap. The man pulled out a gun and shot Fakir in the stomach. "Y-you cheap bastard!" groaned Fakir.
"I guess foolishness runs in the family, I just simply outsmarted you, but that's not really a feat considering how dull you are." said the man smirking. "If you wish to know my name, it's Pisces, though you won't survive long enough to care, I'll just let you bleed out." Pisces said bluntly. "I-I'll kill you, burn in h-hell you bastard!" "Such foul language, and how old are you from our last encounter? What, 13?" Pisces smirked as he walked away. "No! This won't be how I die! I got to kill him!" Fakir thought. That's when something shiny grabbed Fakir's eye. A lamp. Fakir dragged him bleeding body to the lamp. "I wish I could survive this.." Fakir muttered, grabbing onto it.
TWO DAYS LATER
"W-what happened? Where am I?" Fakir said, arising from his slumber. "What the hell, am I in a hospital?" Fakir then felt a sharp pain in his stomach.
"I see you awoke from your short coma. How are you feeling Mister Fakir?" said the nurse. "What happened?" "Well Mister Fakir. A person found you and called for others to bring you here. One more minute and you would've died!" "Ok, what happened to Pisces?" "He died in a freak accident killing five other people.. but we also recovered this which you clutched in your hands" said the Nurse pulling out the lamp. "I guess that thing really is magic" Fakir chuckled.
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The Thief and the Lamp
Non-FictionA story I wrote inspired by the classic story "Monkey's Paw". The story follows Fakir, a young thief that soon discovers a lamp. The lamp would change his life forever, and dig up the roots of his forbidden past
