Cold -Feitan X Reader-

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Feitan rushed through the busy streets of the kingdom.

His hands snatched everything that they could, somehow vanishing into thin air before the owner could realize they had something stolen from them. At a young age he was forced to grow with an older mindset just to get him to see the sunrise for another day. It was a quick and easy job to get him a few pieces of food, but was also a risky one.

Those who were caught stealing would get thrown into the cells and would get hanged in the towns square just to warn the rest of the snobby peasants that were running around.

The dark haired boy looked up at the ticking clocktower, he had exactly forty minutes before the kingdom froze again. The witches curse was starting to annoy him but he knew he couldn't do anything about it. It was also the time before the royal guards went to hunt for prey, or in other words, the poor.

The streets were busier than usual, making it the perfect time to steal anything he could get his hands on. The cold wind made everyone huddle up to stay warm. They weren't worried about their belongings. The cold weather was cruel and people could only make quick stops before it got to them.

"Royal guard in need! Try out for the princess's royal guard!" "You will find comfort in living on the palace grounds, anyone can try out as long as you don't have a criminal record!" Shouted the guards, catching a few attentions.

Feitan ignored the booming voices and squeezed through the large groups of wealthy and poor people. Both minding their own business. He looked around the street, searching for his new target. The moment he found a red headed boy with luxury clothes he dashed towards him but stopped dead in his tracks the moment the man made eye contact with him. Feitan immediately changed his direction to not make himself suspicious to the man.

Too risky, he'll know I stole from him.

Pick pocketing from the wealthy was one of the most dangerous street jobs. The punishment for pick pocketing was to loose a body part, an ear, an eye, a finger. It all depended on how much they stole, and how much it was worth. It was the laws that the poor had to respect just to see another morning.

An eye for an eye, or at least, that's how the wealthy thought as a fair punishment.

"My watch! It's been stolen!"

It was only those three words that managed to spark fear in the poor, it was a messy job that put others in danger but everyone was selfish in this kingdom. Either the wealthy killed them or the cold did.

The crowd began to panic, the poor rushed out of the streets in fear that they would get questioned. The moment the guards grabbed you, you were done for.

"What are you doing just standing there?! Go find my watch you morons!" The man shouted, shoving a few guards into the streets to go find the unlucky bastard that was about to get caught.

Feitan ran into an alley, getting away from the busy streets that began to empty. The guards were quick to find the rat, they shoved her onto her knees and without hesitating they pressed the cold gun on her forehead.

"Well? Come out with it, what did you steal rat?"

She kept her head up, eyes never leaving the guards. She was too stubborn and had too many dreams inside her. A cruel world she lived in but she was just a child, she hadn't fully matured yet. Her cold shaky hands dug into her pockets and pulled out the golden watch. Her target snatched it out of her hand, angered that she had stolen it from him. He slapped her, the hit being too harsh, causing her to fall into the cold ground.