A Thief's Tale

Chapter One

It was a cold silent night in a quiet Canadian town up north. Barely any cars were on the road and everyone slept peacefully. And then the silent breaks with a crash of glass.

A hand smashes through a glass door of a tiny antique store and unlocks it. Is creeks open to a person with a checkered bandana covering their face, a pair of glasses, leather gloves and a light parka to protect them from the cold. They slowly walk in, carrying a duffle bag with the strap on their shoulder. They walk over to a glass case, filled with old jewelry, knick knacks and a few old daggers. They punch their hand through the glass, unzip their duffle bag and start filling it up with goodies. They continue to look around the place, filling up with anything that looked valuable.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!!"
They turned their head over to see a old man with a gun pointed at them, who slept upstairs of the establishment.

The thief slowly raised their hands.
"You gonna kill me old man?"

"I called the cops! They are on their way!"

"Hm... cool."
They slowly started go move their hands back down.

"Stop moving!"

"Sorry it hurts for me to hold up my hands." They continue to bring them down.

"I don't give a damn stop!"

"Are you scared to shoot me old man?"

"... Put your hands up!"

They smirked under their mask and then they quickly pulled out their gun and shot the man in the shoulder. He let's out a old wail and he goes down. The thief grabs their bag and ran out to their motorcycle. They heard the police sirens getting closer. They hopped on and raced out of there before the cops could spot them.

They arrived at a apartment complex and walked to their door. They unlocked the door and stumbled in, tired as hell. They threw their bag onto the couch and stepped into their bedroom. They took off their hood, coat, bandana, gloved and boots; revealing their long pony tailed hair. She let out a tired sigh.
'I'll sell it all tomorrow...'