Disclaimer: I do not own The Theif Lord characters, because if I did I wouldnt be saying I didnt would I?
Authors Note: This is my first story on Fanfiction. Kind of exciting.. Please reveiw and make me happy
Scipio ran. He didnt know where he was going, but he had to leave his fathers house.
Prosper and Bo had brought nothing but trouble to him and the gang. If they hadnt come, then nobody would have found out that he wasnt really a proper theif.
They would all have carried on beleiving in him and everything would have been fine.
He needed revenge. He stopped for a minute and thought.
Riccio, Mosca and the rest were far to attched to them, so Scipio couldnt ask them to leave.
"Thats it!" Scipio said, sitting up. what if, he didnt ask them to leave, but they had to go anyway?
He had had a brilliant idea. And there was nothing they could do to stop him.
Authors Note: Mwa ha ha ha short and a clifhanger. I wont update until you reveiw! tee hee