Disclaimer: I don't own anybody in this fic. Not anybody. Everything that you see that is not normally associated with Sonic and co. is mine, however. Guns, other people, exc.
Hatred
Running.
Always running.
Couldn't -no- wouldn't stop.
Not since…it. It had plagued them for over a year now, and was still doing so. How they had done something so brutal. So demonic. But, they reminded themselves why they had done it. Vengeance. Pure vengeance. Vengeance for the ones they had loved. For the ones they had cherished. Soon, the duo managed to evade the police yet again without revealing themselves.
The two managed to find an old, abandoned house on the outskirts of town. It looked like a castle compared to what they had been used to, which was sleeping in alleyways. They both raced in, and immediately began looking for the bedroom. They soon found it, and were out like a light.
After … the incident, they started live on the run, and had been living as thieves for two years now, stealing, armed robbing, and even murdering to get away from the cops, and quickly learned that sleep is rare in this line of work. If you stayed in one place too long, they might get you. You almost always had to be on the run. So to make more time between them and the cops, they made carefully sure that no crucial evidence was left behind. They always scoped out places before they hit them, always wore masks and gloves, cleaned up any gunpowder stains on bodies, and almost never set off alarms, except to distract the guards or someone else. Then they went in for the kill, sometimes figuratively, sometimes literally. They always struck so fast, any eye witnesses only saw a blur, and even that was rare, since they usually sleep-gassed the area first.
The only thing anybody had any clue of was a spray-painted ghost, always on the south wall of the building. That and their cunning strategy had first earned their nickname, the "Ghost Bandits".
But they knew one fact. They were going to get caught one day, and when they did…they would probably die. Not even they would be able to escape from the clutches of the police forever.
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Hmm…who are the Ghost Bandits? You review, and I'll tell you.