Prologue: The Magician
An alarm sounded.
I could hear footsteps rushing towards my position. I turned, looking for a place to hide.
"Damn it, caught again, third time this week," I mouthed.
After a quick surveying of my surroundings, I decided that there was no way to hide the fact that I was there. I sighed heavily and gave up. Getting caught made this more fun anyways.
A few seconds later, security guards bust into the door.
"Freeze, and put your hands up," the guy in the front said coldly.
I stepped towards them casually as if they weren't even there. I walked up to the first guy and stuck my tongue out in front of the face. I expected a reaction of some kind from him, but got nothing. These guys were no fun at all. I turned around and calmly stepped towards my loot.
I heard a shot fired, and immediately turned around. The man seemed shocked as the bullet bounced harmlessly off my body.
"Get a life," I said, mocking him. "Well, since the welcome's obviously worn out, I'll be going."
I concentrated quietly, and a long cloth erupted from the palm of my hand in a split second. I quickly wrapped the cloth around all the money I could gather and gave him a last salute.
"Drop the sack," he said, still a bit shocked at my magic act.
"Thanks for a great night, catch you later," I laughed.
And with that, I disappeared into the darkness, leaving a trail of flowers in my wake.