Thief

IV.

"Why did you choose me, of all people?" I asked as we sat down the nest day at lunch. They thought for a while, looking at each other until finally answering.

            "You are the only one," the one eyed man paused, "who could...fit our needs, so to speak." They laughed but I didn't know why, and didn't bother to ask.

            "COME ON!" Yelled our Warden.

            "So, Midnight?"

            "Yes," they replied simultaneously.

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That night, the full moon glistened through the three bars in my cell. I shoved my hand through the farthest bar in the front bars, and the brothers held out a rope at the same time. I grasped the rope tightly and pulled it toward myself. At the end, a sword was attached which, clanked against the bars making a loud sound, alarming the guards. Immediately I jumped onto my bed, and hid the sword under my chest.

            Yawn, "Im hearing things..." The guard walked away. After the guards steps couldn't be heard, I listened to the Stabbington's instructions in my head:

You must be quick.

        First, look around your cell, for a small hole; the closest to the ground. Then, roughly two feet         above the hole, dig the knife in between the two bricks, and make a hole, about the same size as         the lower one. Once you've done just that, nuzzle the rope in between the higher hole, and lower         it, until you can see it in the lower hole. Immediately, shove your fingers through the hole, and         grab a hold of it. Then, pull it out. Once you have a grip of both ends, you must pull hard. The         bricks aren't as sturdy as they seem, so this shouldn't be as difficult as it looks.

Good luck, and remember: Come back for us, soon.

"I will," I said aloud, "I will." The two bricks broke loose and I crawled my way under the small opening. I ran. Hard; harder than I ever have before. I heard yells of anger, as laugher drained it out from both me, and the brothers. I shoved the sword into my belt, and kept running.