Hey every one! This is my first attempt at a story… So be nice ;) R&R please!
I do not own The Thief Lord, or any of these characters (sadly)
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Prosper Lay with his back against the bare Theatre wall, with his little brother Bo's head resting on his lap. Prosper had thought his brother was asleep, but Bo was just as restless as Prosper, for once.
'Prop?' Bo's little voice broke the silence of the small movie theatre with an echo that made it sound like he was shouting.
Prosper jumped a little, the theatre was so dark at night that none of their small gang of thieves liked to be the last one awake, but it seemed to Prosper that he was always the last one to drift off. He wasn't yet used to this life, sleeping on a bare mattress, in a dark theatre, and worst of all for Prosper; no Mother to pop her head in to say good night. Prosper didn't like to admit it, but he always felt safe. Hornet, Mosco, and Riccio would always be just a mattress away. But Bo… Prosper closed his eyes whenever he thought about it, to hold back the tears; how much longer before they tried to take Bo from him? The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to cry; They WERE trying to take Bo from him, his Aunt Esther had probably already informed Canada that he was missing. And he always felt that everyone on earth was in on the search, just waiting for him to come out of the theatre. Yes, he really did feel safe in here.
'Prop?' the voice repeated. 'Are you awake?' Prosper ran his fingers through his brother's blonde hair. 'Yes, I'm here' he replied, in nothing more then a whisper. I'm here… the words he had to use far too much after the sun went down. During the day, Bo was always skipping everywhere; he always had a smile on his face, but in the dark of the theatre, where Prosper felt it so safe. Bo would have nightmares about his mother's death. Some nights he would wake up screaming that some 'they' were trying to kill his mother, but Prosper always reminded him that their Mom was already gone, and he had no way of saving her. When it came back to him, Bo's screams turned to sobs, and the boys would end up clinging to each other, crying themselves back to sleep.
Bo frowned, though Prosper couldn't tell because of the darkness. 'What was Dad like?' the question surprised Prosper. 'Dad?' Prosper shut his eyes tight. Their Mom had just died recently, but their dad had died when Bo was just a little baby. 'Dad?' Prosper repeated. He felt his brother nod. 'He was Venetian.' Prosper began 'I think he was raised here by an English couple, his parents' Prosper looked above him at the blackness, trying to remember what his mother had told him. It hurt Prosper more to think about his Mother, because he was really young himself when his father died. 'I think that's why Mom wanted to come here so much, because she thought she'd find him or something.' Prosper hadn't meant to stop telling Bo his father's story, but Bo didn't seem to mind. 'Do you think…?' Prosper was shaken out of his thoughts of his mother, and the stories she used to tell. Venice was exactly how she said it would be. 'We'll find him and Mom?' Bo finished and Prosper was left to search for the words to say
'No, I mean, no more then we already have I guess' Prosper thought about it for a moment 'You've seen them Prop?' Bo asked quietly. Prosper smiled 'No, but all the stories about Venice… it feels like this city IS them.' Prosper finished.
'That doesn't make any sense.' Bo yawned. Prosper could soon hear his brothers slow breathing, he had fallen asleep. 'Yes Bo,' he said 'It does'