Silence.
The night in the secluded mountain research facility was soft and calming. The song of crickets chirping wafted through the cool, crisp air of the surrounding forest. It was nighttime, and all things were resting. Except the owl, whose smooth, alerting hoot echoed beyond the trees.
Silence.
Then, wild sound. Feet stomping, pounding over the dirt and onto the cement foundation of the research compound. Urgent, commanding voices shouting over the distances, adding to the calamity. Stony cocking as men in black suits handled their cold, metal weapons. Frantic alarms blared throughout the building, permeating through the stone walls and sending the forest animals into chaos.
All for a mistake that had been made years ago. All to get back what was rightfully theirs.
And through it all, he grinned. His fiery amber eyes swiftly scanning the halls he ran through. Right behind him was heavy metal clanking, as though something large and obviously loud was stalking closely behind.
The two stole quickly through the long, hypnotically pristine-white walls of the lab. Even through his panting, his grin never disappeared from his young face. In the near distance, around the corner, he heard cocking and clicking sounds that he knew to be the readying of guns. And the same smirk he was wearing throughout, grew to what one could describe as psychopathic.
Growing ever nearer to the corner, he lolled his head back to look at his brother trailing behind. He inclined his head and eyes forward and slowed his sprint just enough to let his sibling pass. The scrapping of metal against metal , armor ever, grew louder for a moment as he took the lead. The blonde-haired boy, who had relinquished his first most position, aligned himself behind his brother, ready for the onslaught of bullets he knew were to come.
Funny, he thought, He'd never even dreamed of stealing a person. Much less, her.