Click click click. Click... Click.
You would think being a thief would mean you had money and back in the day it did, but in today's economy it took a little extra just to keep the bills paid.
Everyone was a thief nowadays.
Click... click. Click click click. Click.
Dirty fences, more sophisticated security, raising gas prices, it all contributed to thieves being stuck in an unending cycle of one last job, one final pay out, now it was rare for one to see 20 without a rap sheet or ending up dead.
Click. Click click. Click. Click. Ting!
"Yes"
You get distracted, you get caught? One of two things happen either you die, or you get arrested, he didn't want to brag but he'd never been caught by the police, and other than some scars the last time he checked he was still alive.
Not everyone he knew could say that.
The sudden sound of sirens made the thief jerk but he didn't think, on a job that got you caught, instead he grabbed his bag shoved what he came for into it then lunged out the nearest window with the sound of breaking glass and started running until he reached the street.
Once there he started to walk leisurely.
His friends words echoing in his head 'first rule when you're on the run is you don't run you walk' when he heard tires squeal he glanced back and saw the cop car had done a 180 and was coming after him making words from his other friend surface 'and if they see you? Run your ass off"
He cursed fowled slung his bag over his back and dove through the shrubs beside him that separated him from a park letting his long legs do their job.
He ran and ran taking corners a cop car couldn't at a high rate of speed all the way until he came to an intersection and someone rammed into him, or he should say, he rammed into them.
Either way they both started to tumble, he grabbed the person on instinct.
He was a thief but he didn't like people getting hurt when they didn't have to, unfortunately the move ended up with him pressing the person to a wall.
He could hear the person sputtering but he also head the approaching siren and with a glance back saw the lights reflecting in a shop window.
Knowing he couldn't outrun them, at least not now he turned his head and pressed his lips against the soft ones below him, after all PDA made people very uncomfortable and this was his last idea besides running which would end badly.
He heard the sirens now on top of him and heard tires squeal as the car whipped around the corner.
It slowed down almost directly behind him and he was about to bolt again muscles in his legs tightening when it sped up again.
He shifted his head just enough he could watch from the corner of his eye and he didn't move until the car turned the corner, then he huffed in relief.
Until he noticed his new problem.
He looked at the person he was still kissing and brown eyes stared back, a single brow raised in unimpressed question.
He blinked confused as to how he ended up in this situation and then the young man bit his bottom lip making him pull back twice as fast as he'd intended "ow" he complained covering his mouth with one hand.
The young man's arms crossed "don't act like you didn't deserve that, I'm still wondering if I should start screaming rape"
The thief whipped his lip then pressed his tongue to the blood "fire works better".
That brow rose up again as he watched the boy, large brown doe eyes and messy black hair, a goatee and a bloody lip stared right back at him even if it was a little more flustered looking than him.
He had to admit the boy was quite pretty.
Taptaptaptaptaptaptaptap
Hacking had become easier than ever.
Tap taptap tap tap click click.
Ever since large companies started to hire 'reformed' hackers to build their security system, idiots, they didn't know there was no such thing as a reformed hacker, they just got sneakier.
Taptaptap taptap click click tap.
No offence to the population at large, but how stupid could they get. I mean people, especially hackers, are smart,
Oh sure they program your security system, they probably even make it better than you were expecting, but they're still hackers, they always leave that one little chink in the armor.
A back door for their friends.
Taptaptaptaptap clickclick tap taptaptap! Taptap! Click!
"Yes!"
Every hacker did it and every system had one.
It was only a matter of finding them and getting through them.
And he was good at finding them.
He heard something down stairs crash and break and groaned to himself before turning off his computer systems, his victory celebration postponed for the time being.
He already knew how this night was going to end.
Once they were off he turned to his door "dum-e, you know the drill" the robot beeped and started toured the computer system as he left the room and went down to investigate.
"What's wrong old man?" he asked as he entered the living room his sneakers crunching over what use to be a rather expensive vase "lose your ass in cards again"
Watery drunk and angry eyes turned to him it really was just like every other night "when are you going to learn a little respect?" the mal slurred he looked to the side hands stuffed in his jeans.
"I don't know when are you going to stop gambling drinking and whoring away the company? No wonder mom left"
The blow was fast and painful and followed by another on the other side of his face which disoriented him causing him to tumble to the floor into the broken vase shards.
The blows weren't surprising and it wasn't the hardest he'd been hit by this man alone, but he could still taste blood on his lips.
"you don't know anything you little brat, sitting in your room all pay playing videogames I bought with my hard earned money, making fool of yourself and me at that crap collage, why don't you step into reality for a minute, see ow the world really is you spoiled little bastard"
He told himself the words didn't sting, that the pain only came from his bloody hands but it didn't work.
He could never quite get use to his father's bitterness.
With a deep sigh that made his chest ache he stood up and turned away "don't you walk away from me Anthony!" the man shouted at his back as he grabbed a messenger bag from the chair by the door he turned his head to raise a brow at his father "I should have gone with mom. I've been in the real world old man, maybe if you cold crawl out of that bottle for one minute you'd see that you bastard" he walked to the door and slammed it on his way out.
It was one of those cold California nights but he didn't care enough to return for his jacket, ripped jeans and an AC/DC shirt were more than enough and besides, he didn't feel like returning, not for a while at least.
He perked a brow when a cop car went flying down the street lights flashing and sirens blaring, it turned left so he went right and walked for he didn't know how long until something smashed into him and he found himself nearly slammed against the brick wall of some shop.
He looked up at a tall man wearing a hoodie "Wha what the- would you mind- could you just-" he was cut off from his stammering by the sound of a siren and rough lips slamming onto his own.
He froze and was about to fight back, maybe kick the guy in the balls when he noticed something, the man wasn't moving and the tension in his body told him he was waiting for something, but what?
The siren got closer and he could see the car turn onto the street and slowdown from the corner of his eye.
The man's tension skyrocketed almost like he was about to start running but then the car sped back up turning at the end of the street and he went loose with a large huff of a sigh, the one eye he had opened closing with relief.
He perked one brow just as the guy seemed to remember he was kissing someone and his eyes popped open almost comically, he could actually see the guy going uhh in his head so he made the choice for him and bit him on his bottom lip.
The man jumped back with a yelp and covered his mouth as he leaned more comfortably on the wall and crossed his arms "don't act like you didn't deserve that, I'm still wondering if I should scream rape" he watched the man whip his lip before pressing his tongue against the bloody spots it made his mouth go dry
"Fire works better" the brow he had risen that started to lower shot up again as he gave the still un named man a very unimpressed look.
And then he actually looked at him, a few strands of blonde hair poked out from under his hoodie and his eyes looked blue, he looked a few weeks late shaving if the beard on his jaw, all in all not really his type but still pretty to look at.
The man seemed to shake himself out of whatever he was thinking before raising a brow "what are you doing out here kid?"
He made a face at the man "I'm not a kid, and other than being accosted by you? I'm enjoying the fresh air" the man huffed and pushed down his hood reviling messy blonde hair that he had the urge to rake his fingers through and straighten "I'm not the only one with a bloody lip, get into a fight or break up with your girlfriend?"
His brows both drew up and he silently wondered to himself when exactly he had started talking to people who all but assaulted him "do I look like that kind of guy?"
The other man snorted "boyfriend" he corrected himself and Tony's face heated up "no idiot I meant the type that would get broken up with" he shook his head and looked away recrossing his arms "just had a little falling out with my dad, waiting for him to cool off and sober up"
"Oh" he said softly the man waited a moment before taking a step closer and extended his hand "Steve" he introduced.
He looked at the man's hand and then his face the streetlight reviling that his eyes were indeed blue then he reached out to take it "tony"