I don't own any of the characters, I'm just messing with their minds a bit, and that's all right, right?


Short and scrawny, the small, black-haired child dashed through the alleyways, trying to avoid the soldiers running behind him. His bare feet sloshed through who knew what kind of muck as he ran. Turning corners, dodging animals, ducking under low beams, and gasping for breath, the boy cradled his prize in his arms, close to his chest.

-I didn't realize they'd be so possessive of a simple chunk of metal!- One more corner revealed a high wall that the boy just barely managed not to run into head first. He tucked the hunk of steel into the remains of his shirt, hoping that the tie would be secure enough. Then he jumped upon the tin cans full of trash, mercifully they had their lids on, using them as stepping blocks to reach the top of the wall. Once he reached it, he hoisted himself up and over and as far as the men chasing him were concerned, he'd disappeared.