Chapter 1: The Museum (Part 2: Aiden's Move)

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        Aiden, a 19 year old boy who looked like an angel that had fallen from the sky.  He stood at a stunning 6.2 feet tall, and had long, brown hair that reached down just beneath his shoulders.  His skin was tanned to the shade of orange, and it looked natural due to his half Japanese heritage.  His hazel eyes gleamed brightly in the morning sunlight as he stepped out of the taxi. He didn't give the driver much of a tip, he told the driver to get him to the museum fast, and the driver failed. Sure that was mostly due to traffic, but Aiden didn't care, he just wanted an excuse so he wouldn't have to pay as much.

        Aiden walked up the museum stairs wearing his warm weather clothes. He typically wore warm weather clothing even when it was winter, he paid for an "all over tan", so he believed it was only right that he'd show off as much as possible, besides light clothing makes for fast running. 

        Aiden loved running, and he was incredible at it. Aiden won first place in every Track competition he competed in when he was in high school. That being said, Aiden never treated running like a sport, a hobby, or a skill; he treated it as a profession. Aiden ran like he was getting paid to run,  he didn't enjoy it but he was damn good at it. For fun, Aiden obsessed over girls. With his tall, slim, handsome body; one would assume that he'd get a lot of attention from girls, and he did; but he lacked commitment, so his relationships never lasted long.

                Calling Aiden a "womanizer" would only have touched the brim of his ego. Aiden loved girls more than he loved life itself. Aiden wasn't a picky chooser either, he liked girls of all shapes and sizes. The only type of girls that Aiden didn't like, were girls who enjoyed listening to metal. He didn't like the poetic black T-shirts with the skulls. Aiden hated poetry, and he hated dark stuff; he liked to say that dark stuff didn't flow well with his "vibrant personality".  

Art museums typically care more about their employees than they care about their artifacts. Because of this, art museum security guards are instructed to sound alarms to alert police officers in the case of any major issue, such as a painting being stolen, or a gunshot being fired.  Aiden wasn't here to steal any paintings though, he was here to steal a kiss.  Out of the corner of his eye, Aiden caught sight of a group of beautiful young women. Understanding that kissing one of them would mean getting dogpiled and beaten with handbags, Aiden decided to search for a girl who wasn't traveling with a group. No such girl seemed to come for quite a while... Aiden sat on a bench and waited, he looked at a nearby grandfather clock, which read 12:30.

Finally, a beautiful young woman from India walked into Aiden's view. She was wearing a purple long-sleeved dress, had beautiful long black hair,  and brown eyes.  On her handbag there was a picture of a small white kitten smiling happily. Aiden sat up slowly, the look in his eyes was disturbing; like a hunter looking at his prey. He stared deeply at the woman, walked up to her and in a flash wrapped his arms around her head and kissed her. The woman quickly reacted by shoving him away. She enjoyed the kiss, but she was very unhappy; she had a strong urge to beat Aiden with her handbag, but he quickly ran off. Seeing him in retreat, the woman yelled for a security guard to stop him. The security guard pulled the alarm and ran after Aiden; abandoning his post.

Aiden ran through the museum at lightning speed, the security guards had a terrible amount of trouble trying to catch up to him.  Aiden knew he had to be careful; groups of bystanders were all around him, and were approaching him from all directions.  The crowd of people slowly started to get a fix on him, and dodging people became tougher and tougher. A young woman's hand reached to grab his arm. The woman's sharp fingernails cut through Aiden's skin like a sharp piece of glass, but she failed to grab hold of him.

Finally, Aiden reached a door, and ran out of it. His vision was blurred by the change of lighting, but he could make out the shape of a black car pulling into the streets in front of him. A strong male voice shouted "Get in!" and Aiden quickly climbed inside. He was safe. 

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