Disclaimer: I am not, no matter how much I wish I had her characters, Ally Carter.
After reading ever single entry for Heist Society I realized there weren't enough stories about the first time Kat saw Hale. And so I give you this..
This is a one shot.
Please leave constructive criticism, I welcome it.
This is my first story made on the website. Woo!
The Monet was exquisite. The golden frame that surrounded the Monet had aged beautifully. Trained brown eyes flickered to and fro, to the young woman languidly holding her parasol, to the young boy watching from afar. For a single moment the beholder wanted to be that young woman. The beholder wanted to have that security. The blue sky seemed to symbolize hope, it was the type of blue sky that was far fetched. It was.. unexplained, and yet hardly any had the chance to sight one in their lifetime. Katarina Bishop spotted all of this and more, the month ago she decided to steal the Monet. As usual ridiculously wealthy families had the next best prototype of a security system. Despite popular belief.. The high tech security systems made all thieves rejoice, the newer systems were easier to hack, all wealthy families would be better off with anything that didn't have the number 5000 on the end. Example: The Tron 5000. Kat smiled to herself realizing her guess had been correct the weeks before, they just made things too easy. There were hardlyany human beings inside the mansion. Kat spotted a white tie and black suit, a butler, as expected, also a week ago. The only other thing that would qualify as a human was the moving head of dark brown hair she had spotted, Kat ruled the sighting out as her mind playing tricks on her. And yet her trained mind did not dismiss it fully. Tonight Katarina would be pulling off her first, well planned, 'job'. Nothing could go wrong. She could already picture herself at Uncle Eddie's house curled up in front of the crackling apple wood fire. All eyes would be on her as she told her story as dramatically as possible, the Monet hung on the wall. And if she failed.. Well Kat did not want to dwell on that thought. Her trained feet soundlessly crept to the room holding the Monet. Brown eyes scanned the room and rested on where the painting should be. What the-? Kat's thoughts, no panicking yelling thoughts, were halted by the sound of music. She didn't curse under her breath or scream, the girl followed the sound of the music in the shadows. No one should be home. Classical music filled the east hall, and originated from the ridiculously large living room. Her trained ears heard voices, one velvety and smooth, the other leaking pompousness. The words, no matter how close, were still jumbled. Kat dared to peek over the corner, a young man sat lounging on a chaise, holding a frame in front of him. Realization struck. Her Monet. As if the young man sensed her presence, he turned his head up and smiled. He smiled the smile that would have made any woman of the human species weak at the knees. Well, maybe animals as well, it hadn't been attempted yet. The young man's chocolate brown hair covered his eyes somewhat, he spoke,
"Good Evening. I believe you wanted this? Or am I mistaken?"
I haven't decided if I will continue this, or if I will leave it at that. Hale speaking.
Leave comments.. :D
The Monet I described was, 'The Walk, Woman with a Parasol' 1875.
Au revoir for now.