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Chapter 2- Spitfire

I might have bitten more than I can Chew this time. I tried to steal from the leaders house today. Everything else is so boring, the same security system, the same lookout with nothing interesting. When this is really the only thing I can do, at least make it fun-ish but they were a little more prepared than I expected.
I was able to get enough money for food and water for 2 weeks last time I robbed a civilian's house. Now that I guess I was getting a little cocky with the luxuries I had those weeks. Now Captain Andrews has me in a cell and I'm awaiting my trial. Let me explain why I am in this situation. My name is Spitfire. I know creative name, the girl with fire magic is named fire. In my defense I named myself and when I was five. I don't have parents but that's not important now. I am an extremely notorious thief in the Tarent I don't think there's a single person I haven't stolen something from whether it was a valuable object or a valuable life.
So many people have been begging for my capture I guess it's kind of an honor. I come back to reality once Captain Andrews is dragging me out of my cell. Andrews was actually around my age he was put into a special group, that the main task is to catch little old me. It still took them years upon years to find me. He's a lot taller than me, but then again I'm pretty short and he has curly brown hair with a sharp face

"finally you're caught. Do you know how much of a pain you've been these past years?" he sneered at me

" you should be thanking me I gave to the rank your currently in now, now what are they going to do with you after your job is over? Go back to being a muck boy?" I said matching his sneer.

He struck me across the face after that remark, ow.

" I would be more grateful your life is in my hands now, " he said his anger showing through is pale face

"Sure because all their citizens would be so happy I die maybe you will get a promotion," I said faking a giggly voice

After that, he struck me one more time and we remained silenced for the rest of the trot. I was brought out into the trial room. It was huge but extremely simple just a pit with towering stands around it. As I expected, I was thrown into this pit. I landed face first but quickly got up if I can't show signs of fear or weakness or else I will be easily be overthrown and I will die. That's how living on the streets work. You have got to be street smart even on the brink of losing it all. That's what my mentor used to say. I get up and look at the panel of judges before me while wiping the dirt off my face.
It seems like they didn't think I was important enough for a fair trial. I see only 6 people up there. 3 of them are interns, I can tell by their violently purple suits. I always wondered why they have to wear suits made of full purple. Ew. Another person sitting directly in the middle of the stands is the Judge, hey hey it looks like I got a good one. I know a bit about Mr. John Smith that I bet he doesn't want me to know. Next to him is the scribe, I know much about her. And then there is the infamous Captain Andrews, who looks like a kid in a candy store while looking at me in the middle of the circle.

"Miss Spitfire you are here on the contacts that you have done several robberies and murders throughout Tarent do you deny these statements," Said The judge he tried to keep his voice in neutral but I could clearly hear the tone of disdain.

" why yes I have had my hand in many murders and robberies so many I do believe everyone in this room has been one of my victims one way or another, what would you like to do now Mr. John Smith." I Faked a high-pitched polite voice.

He was obviously taking a back about me knowing his name. John Smith was a fat well-groomed man someone who has obviously had it easy in life. Someone who never had to worry about where your next meal came from, or if you will even live tomorrow. So that is why I just love to make their lives harder.

"but let us know another thing" I continued in the same high-pitched voice

"I know the crimes of everybody in this room. Would you like me to share yours, Mr. John Smith"

I saw the fear of growing in his eyes. Just between us, he has bought several illegal items from different tribes. As they say, it's good to be a thief you learn stuff.

"W-well then as you confirm that you have committed these crimes I hereby exile you from Tarent" he said with a small stutter, clearly trying to keep me from spilling.

My eyes widen I was expecting imprisonment, maybe even hoped for execution! But Exiled I did not see this coming. But then again this could be interesting. I silently nodded

"OK Mr. John Smith next time you need some of those items you could always come to me"I said.

As his face turned white I was being marched out of the vicinity to the outskirts of Tarent. It's really wonderful if you get a good look outside the city, it is quite peaceful. No blood on the concrete or echoing gunshots.

Then Captain Andrews has to ruin this.

"It looks like spitfire has finally lost you flame while talking to the judge. I wouldn't be surprised you're all talk and no game"
At this, I got pissed you see I'm with they say, a bit of a prodigy in my abilities to manipulate and the creation fire. I don't deal well with people ignoring my talent. But before I could retaliate they throw me out and lock the gates around them. I got up, burnt the ropes holding my hands together and started my walk towards the distance. After checking what I had on me and finally got a good look at my self since I was captured.
I stood out a lot my short red hair in its usual pixie cut, which of course I used to have my mentor cut. With all that happened just now, all I can think about is who is going to cut my hair? Crazy, I know but my hair is my favorite feature of myself. My overlong hoodie is starting to smell along with my jeans and boots, and the rarest part of me is my eyes bright amber almost looks like flame but I looked like this for a year and they never took any fond to me.
Now I guess you might be thinking of my performance in the trial room and you might see a psychopathic a maniac someone that kills for fun but in reality, I'm just a girl doing what you have to do to survive. That's what you have to do. Death is not such a tragedy anymore in the city. It's not like everybody has a life wrapped in a bow. I just did what any other sewer rat would do.
This might sound egotistical but I can control my fire ability better than any other flame maker there has been. I can make a raging fire into a spark! I can turn pure air into flames! That doesn't seem like much, but its a lot of skill that can be used in the right situation. I know I have more in me as well. If only I had people who cared. If only I even had a rank maybe I could've helped all the people instead of hurt but I guess that's just not how it works. I'm not like most people. Most people have parents or a family or at least a friend. But I know apparently, I'm destined to be by myself a thief above them all with no family no friends and no one who cares. If only I did, things could be so much different. I have nowhere to go. With nobody to go with. Very limited food and water I have my fill of that in the city but that's different my street smarts always got me out of trouble then. What am I going to do . . .