Hey guys, this is my first story, so don't be too cruel if there happens to be some mistakes. If you have some constructive criticism, i'm completely open to it. This story is rated T for mild language, and that's about it. Enjoy!
"Watch closely, and remember: Don't. Even. Blink."
I grinned as I purposefully enunciated every word. To add to the suspence I very slowly raised my hand, the audience's selected card gripped tightly in my fist. With a sudden burst of motion, I thrust the card into the air, and watched as it disappeared. Of course it didn't actually disappear, I had just quickly palmed it into the back of my hand. I watched as the crowds slowly began to gather, the oooohs and awwwws attracting attention. I grinned and looked at the guy who had selected the card.
"Sir, if you would so kindly reach into your back pocket," I said as I smirked mischeviously.
The crowd exploded into shouts of "How did you do that?" and a few "what the in the hell?"s. As the guy pulled his selcted, signed card out of his back pocket, all while he stared at me with an amazed expression.
"Please man, you gotta tell me how you did that!" He said, with a complete look of curiousity plastered on his face.
"Can you keep a secret?" I asked, completely serious. He nodded vigorously.
"Come closer," I said as I motioned with my hand.
As he moved up close to me and leaned over.
"So can I" I whispered into his ear. As he backed away with a look of disappointment and a little bit of humour, he walked back into the crowd, completley oblivious to the fact I had stolen his phone and wallet out of his jacket pocket. A word of advice, never keep both your phone and your wallet in the same pocket, it makes it easier for pickpocketers like myself to do our job.
As I quickly tucked the stolen items into my pocket, turning back to the crowd, getting ready to perfrom my next trick when all of a sudden I heard a girl shouting-
"HEY! THAT GUY JUST STOLE HIS WALLET!"
When I looked up to find the source of the sound, my heart suddenly skipped a beat as I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was decently tall, just about under an inch under my hight of 6'3, with the most beautiful and intimidating storm grey eyes. And her hair, oh man, her hair looked just about as amazing as any wonder of the world, as it fell over her shoulders, so beautiful the reminded me of golden princess curls. She seemed pretty athletic, as if she were on some sort of sports team, and judging by her muscle growth, I'd place my bets on track. To top it all off, she was about my age, which meant she was most likely a senior, just like me, and totally availible to ask out.
Then with a start, I suddenly realized what she had yelled and quickly grabbed my fedora, now filled with money, and slipped onto my head.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it has been a pleasure to confuse you today, until the next time." I quickly grabbed two decks of card, one in each hand and shot them into the air. Right on time too, as the crowd had just broken into angry shouts of violence and justice.
Under the cover of the now raining cards, I pulled on my jacket and quickly fled through a back alley. It never hurt to know the layout of the maze that is Chicago, just in case you need to escape sometime or other.
Breaking into another busy street, I pushed through the crowds of people, making my way towards my apartment in downtown Chicago.
"HEY! SOMEONE STOP THAT GUY!"
I cursed as I looked behind me to see the blonde in hot pursuit. Well, she definitly is hot, I mean- oh crap, I need to pull myself together. Looks like we'll have to do this the hard way, I thought, looking around for potential areas to escape through.
THERE! I frantically made my way over to a nearby apartment fire escape, checking behind me to make sure the blonde wasn't any closer. She was. I quickly jumped up onto the fire escape, climbing dark metal stairs as quickly as I could to get to the top of the building. When I reached the top, I looked down from the ledge where I was perched to see her already making her way up the stairs. DAMMIT, what can this girl not do! I looked around for any potential escape routes, but couldn't find any, seeing as we were on a riverside penthouse. I cursed at my stupidity of not being aware of the apartment's location, and realized my only way to escape was to jump into the river. I took one last look at the beautiful Chicago skyline, watching as the sun slowly began to disappear behind a huge front of clowds before I stepped up onto the ledge on the building's edge
"WAIT!"
I turned around to see the girl, standing in all of her intimidating beauty, glaring at me.
"Who the hell are you?" I said, not caring about the fact that she was hot, but the fact she had just chased me through a couple blocks of the city.
"Should I not be asking you the same question, Mr. Pickpocket?" She said with yet another angry glare.
"Hey come on, that's not my name!" I said plafully, now trying to get on her nerves.
"Oh yeah? Than what is?"
I faked a hurt expression and looked sadly at her. "Oh, come on you have to know me. I'm the greatest magician that has ever lived, Percy Jackson," I said as I spread my arms out and fell backward, down toward the murky, icy depths, only one thought in my mind. Why did you tell her your name?