Stolen

Prologue

The rain was pounding against his poor, ragged frame. No one ever thought of cleaning an alley and making his life easier to walk through it. He wasn't gonna get caught, he would make sure of that. His heart pounded against his chest.

The sirens that followed from behind him grew louder as his pace was slowed down to a halt upon approaching an intersection. He knew at least two of those roads had more of those bastards coming and he wasn't willing to get surrounded any time soon.

"STOP THIS NONSENSE NOW!" A woman's voice boomed over the sirens, and the man knew that voice all too well. Gritting his teeth, he decided to take his chances and take the road heading North, running as fast as he could he found another alley and without a second thought jumped to it, hiding behind a dumpster. The faint smell of something incredibly horrible was covered by the sound and surrounding rain. He couldn't have picked a better weather condition? The better question was how could he? The client had it in mind to make it today and so he picked today.

Hopefully the client would double his reward for going through all this bullshit. "What a dick…" He muffled to himself.

As he waited patiently for the sirens to pass by, he pulled off the small, now soaked bag that clung to his back and fingered through it, looking for the item he had stolen. The rain was mercilessly pouring down on him, making it hard to see or even keep himself from getting frustrated as the bag kept nearly slipping from his hands.

Unceremoniously, the rain suddenly dropped down harder and successfully released the bag from his supposedly tight grip. He cursed and tried to grab at it, but it was a mistake as he grabbed the opposite end and the item he had been looking for, rolled out and made the loudest, most annoying clinking sound on the concrete that had surpassed the thunderstorm.

As he expected, the sirens were immediately brought to the attention and not a moment later, he heard her voice again.

"Natsu Dragneel! Come out with your arms up and we won't do you any harm!"

He scoffed. She must have rehearsed that behind his back. Ungrateful bitch, he thought as he ignored the soft pang in his chest and looked around, skilfully bringing the item back into the safety of his bag. It was a dead-end alley, which made him scowl and rethink her offer.

It was when he glared at the huge wall that screamed no escape that he noticed a roof that hovered from afar. He stood up and inspected it further from afar. He caught a glimpse of antique walls, trees adorning a shockingly large yard along with a small, chimney-looking figure, releasing small puffs of smoke.

He went over his thoughts of rather getting caught than to enter a probably wealthy person's abode(but it's not like he's never done that before), and glanced at the sirens' colors of red and blue travelling across everywhere outside the alley.

He thought of her anticipating his defeat.

He clenched his jaw. Like hell he'd allow that. He looked up at the household over the wall once more.

It sure as hell would be better than this.

Without making a sound this time, he ran through the alley and brought out a knife. Nearing the wall, he jumped and stabbed the hard stone with ease, bringing out another knife to help him lift his weight as he climbed up the wall.

As he neared the top, he could hear her voice through the rain in a distance as she repeated her command. He smirked and sat at the top when finally, he saw her small and soaked figure enter the alley with a gun in her hand, eyes blazed with fury.

Before she could see him, sitting at the far end wall of the alley as he muttered a soft goodbye, his torso fell back and he disappeared into the other side.

The men surrounding the scene watched as their youngest and strongest officer came out of the alley, her hazel brown eyes frowning as the rain poured down on her. She screamed in frustration.

"DAMN IT! Damn it, damn it damn it!" She repeatedly stated, punching the nearest wall she could find. The rain washed the blood off her fingers, but wasn't washed quick enough for the men surrounding her to see. "I had him. I had him right there and he's gone?! That's bullsh*t!" She started kicking at the wall and writhing, as if the frustration was so unbearable for her to take.

"Wendy." An unarmed officer walked over to her, his stance calm and collected even when her scowling gaze fell to him, the gun in her hand already pulled by the trigger.

"Don't. Just don't Gray!" She yelled, her hands tempted to aim the gun at her teammate. "I can't lose him again. Why?! Why can't he just-!" Wendy's mouth opened and shut, tears spilling from her eyes as she knew the rain could hide it anyway. She faced the alley and brought her hands up to her face. "F*CK!"

"He's gone. He always is, it ain't any different."

"We could have had him Gray!" She faced him, her anger seeping out of her caused by his calm response. "We could have finally brought him in! Why are you so relaxed about this?!"

"That's because he's done it a hundred times before!" He finally burst out, Wendy stepping back at how raised his voice was. "It's not like it's the end of the world Wendy! You think I can take it?! I've been chasing him for two years! Two damn years and I can't even find a single trace of him. So if I can't why can you?!"

Wendy only stared at him in response, eyes wide. He huffed, trying to regain his composure, but the frustration was evident in his eyes and Wendy could see it, even through the rain pounding hard on them. "It's not like I've given up Wendy, but it's no longer impossible that he'd…that he'd get away with it after all."

There was silence between the two officers for a while before Wendy shook her head, "I'm not giving up." She finalized, looking up at Gray with fierce determination. He frowned at her and she left, knowing her partner would follow her back to the car. Gray watched her wet blue hair dangle as she walked in front of him, his eyes trailing down to the gun that dangled by her grip. He watched her grip tightened as she spoke, her back to him, "I'm bringing him back."

Gray motioned for the other officers to leave as well when he heard her say it.

"I'm bringing him back, and I'm gonna kill him myself."

A/N: The randomest of the random realm of random ideas has bestowed upon me this scif-fi, drama, family, friendship, and romance five-chaptered story. Well, not including this chap, it's a prologue of some sorts.

To those who read my other story Maybe I'm Broken and saw this then going all like "Y DA EFF U NO UPDATE?" Pretty short story, I had an unbreakable deal of writer's block because my laptop's memory has been entirely wiped clean. As in, no more. I didn't expect something like that to happen when I got my laptop fixed so I was so broken-hearted I cried and stopped writing for a while. But now, me is back. Shall she bring back all the stories that have lost. This story isn't gonna interrupt my planned flow of updates for MIB in anyyy way..

To you who have surprisingly gained interest in this story, tell me what ya think and *wink wink* there's that lil' review button at the bottom to help you out if ya no what im sayin *wink wink wink*

Seriously tho, please review, thoughts are much appreciated :)

-K-