Thief (The Ichor Series: book 1)

Chapter 1: Chase

                        *Chase*

I’m sitting in the shadows of an old crumbling library that overlooks the adjoining streets; from here I can see the justice building looming over everything on my right. And the mainstream billboard that shows everything from advertisements to missing people on my left. My wanted poster comes up between the advertisements and the national headlines.

Age:                          Teens

Weight/Height:        Unknown

Heritage:                  White, Native

Wanted For:       Stealing, Vandalism, Assault, Breaking and Entering

Basically they have no idea who I am or what I look like. The only thing they do have on me is my name, but fortunately my mother was smart enough to pick a name that belongs to at least a few million boys in the country.

I started my little charade of annoying the government when I was 11, my first year on my own.  I wasn’t old enough to get a job anytime soon, so I had to improvise. I started out pick-pocketing people on the streets and when it wasn’t enough, I would “knock” on some rich person’s house for some…...donations. After a while living out in the streets, you hear things and experience thing.

Some things that I’ve heard on the streets these couple of weeks is that the justice building is having a conference in three months with the head of the country about something very important. I don't know what about, but its important enough that all the officers and bodyguards in the country are coming to make sure nothing happens. Maybe nothing will happen or maybe they are expected something...or someone to unexpectedly come and crash the party. You never know.

But over the years that I’ve been on my own, I’ve built a reputation for myself. When you talk to the rich folk or people that live in the higher classes about me you’ll see that they hate me or dislike me. But when you talk to the middle to lower classes of society, mostly lower, you see the gratitude and appreciation that they have for me. So at least not everyone hates me, for a start. Everyone though see’s me as the Robin Hood of the city.

As I look down at the street below, I see a group of Elders walking from the justice building after a long day of planning and working. They were still wearing their red robes that reached the ground, but they had taken off their hats that represented their positions so that they were all equals amongst each other.

They are all talking to each other and joking around about the day and acting like nothing was wrong and everything was going great in the country. But it isn't. The country is close to war and our resources are running low, the citizens are starting to starve and are dying of disease which came from the other countries.

One of the Elders, the one in the highest position of the country, looks up at the building I'm sitting on like he knew someone was there watching him. Because his hat was off, I could see his face clearly for once. My Father. The same one that abandoned me and left me to scavenge and fend for myself with my mother. And even after my mom was murdered by god knows who, he didn't even want me. He'd found himself a new girlfriend and after a while they got married and had kids together. He had the country erase everything about his relationship with me and my mom. So after my mother died, I was nobody. A ghost. A person of the shadows.

*****************************************************************

Im a new writer and just starting out. So please no hating.

I added a video of a song that I thought would fit this chapter.        

"Young Blood" by Bea Miller