The Elven Thief

First Time Caught

Anea

I skate down the streets of London, picking the pockets of wallets, phones and anything else I can get from the clueless mortals.

I quickly break by a jewelry shop and peek in the window, leaning against the wall and peeking inside to not draw attention from the police. I awed at the big shiny diamonds begging for me to take them, just to sneak in the shop at night and slip those pretty beauties in my pocket! I notice my reflection, standing straighter to get a better look at myself; my odd sliver eyes, dark greasy brown hair that goes down past my shoulders, scarred and swollen nose, and pale lips covered by the hood of my only jacket. My favorite jacket consisting the colors of black and gold, having the symbol WSS for Westminster Secondary School, with a small pin of a gold face of a wildcat on the side, it was the first thing I've ever lifted from someone and it's been with me since I was five to the mortal looks.

I'm now the looks of thirteen and life is going at an easy pace; I'm still forced to live at the foster kid home where the parents who looks after us in the home hate me, as do everyone else for some reason. The father of the house John Ruffins abuses me, punching, kicking, slamming me against walls you name it, the mother of the house Sherry Ruffins calls me names like "useless pig" and makes me do all of the chores and things she doesn't feel like doing. Then the other kids in the house (five girls of the age 15,15,16,17,17 and six boys of the ages 14,14,14,15,18) abuse and make me do things since I'm the "youngest." Yeah sure the youngest who'll pound your bloody face in if given the chance!

I admire the shirts that I've lifted from a store that is a plain white t-shirt with the design of unreadable graffiti on it. I glanced down at my baggy, torn up jeans with holes all around it, and then at my nice pair of colorful trainers, man did I love them! I admire my body build, slim, tall, and slightly buff, I have curve on the hips and a little on the back side but my chest barely seemed to peak out. My hands, dirty, and slim with one gripping the end of my beloved skateboard, with my own little design of color on the back.

My attention and thought was soon drawn to a very looking Bugatti; black at the top with white at the bottom, and four doors, rather fancy. I studied the men that came out of the cars, two had neatly groomed blond hair with one pulled back in a low ponytail, and the other had a sort of silver hair groomed neatly. All three were in nice suits and were obviously rich. I wasn't interested in the car necessarily but what they had on them, wallets with at least a thousand dollars in cash and who knows what else! I waited by the jewelry store while they went into the bank across the street. After about half a hour they finally came back out. When I saw a look on them; the blond's couldn't necessarily pass as twins, the one in the middle looked to be in his mid thirties with hard features while the other one looked to be in his late twenties and pointed, cheeky features. The silver haired one looked to be in his early twenties, soft features but still had pointed cheekbones like the lot of 'em. All three had blue eyes, but each one different in their own way; late twenties had a very clouded blue almost grey, mid thirties had two sapphires for eyes, so blue like the middle of the sea! And the last one had a very light blue, like the sky, but bluer.

Now was the time to make my move, I got on my skateboard and went across the street and down the side walk keeping an eye on my targets unaware of me. Then in one swift move I pickpocket them, I weaved in and out giving a slight nudge to them to distract them as my nimble hands went into their pockets and got their wallets. A perfect lift!

"My wallet!" I heard one of them shriek from behind, how did they find out so quickly! I suddenly heard footsteps charge in my direction. I paddled my skateboard a couple of times to speed up, but they were gaining on me! How could they gain so quickly?!

I quickly turned into an ally and curved around the corners, when I hit a dead end, dammit! I got off my skateboard and turned to face my pursuers, all of them looking piss drunk mad at me yet not breathing as heavy as they should and still standing high.