Light

The Lake sector of Los Angeles is a dangerous place at night. Robberies happen, and there's nobody to report too. Not to mention the plague, which has been picking off citizens day after day. Its not a place meant for soft hearted kids.

Which is why it fits me perfectly.

I move with swiftness and agility. Nobody spots me, nobody even glances in my direction. My footsteps are silent as I leap rooftops, feeling like a free bird or at least a rapid squirrel. Every now and then, I forget I'm really human and just let go of myself into the wind, blowing by me, through my skin tight clothes and deep golden hair.

I don't mess up, its not in my nature to just fall off. Sure, with one wrong placement of my foot, I would go tumbling down and end up breaking my skull. Nobody would take me to the hospital, so I would probably end up bleeding to death, but seriously, how likely is that to happen? I've ran these rooftops for years, and I familiarized myself with every little detail. In a few meters, a gap of rooftops would appear. I would have to leap.

If my legs didn't go far enough, I would fall down two stories, and probably twist, or even break, my ankle. But I know myself, I know my body. I make a perfect leap and keep running, my cheap shoes skittering against the rough, slanted ceilings. Its so fun to run across roofs, that I forget the sweat that bursting out my forehead, and the aching in my legs.

Eventually, my body forces me to take a break, so I stop near a JumboTron. Its bright screens lights up the town, and I watch the news broadcast. The war between Colonies and the Republic. The Patriots. As words fly by, I almost start off again with my fun of leaping across roofs, when another annocement stops me.

Day.

Of course, his face his different this time. Again. This time, he's actually a bald teenager, with buck teeth and thick, bushy eyebrows. He looks more like a man than his young age. It obviously isn't the real Day, the real Day is almost as lean and agile as me.

Almost.

Or maybe he is. I did hear that he once scaled a four story building in four seconds. A new record, really. Maybe I should try to do something like that, prove myself to the Republic, but I don't need The Republic to paste a bunch of random faces over my name.

To the Republic, I'm pretty much nonexistent. All they care about is they're precious Day, the boy who commits crimes against them which include theft, vandalism, etc. The boy who's prints never match anyone's in their system.

I'm not like Day, or his reputation. I don't go around flaunting that I'm the same person. Right now, the Republic thinks I'm about fifty different people. They've never even gotten my prints, since I pretty much always where gloves. If they knew that I was the same person who did all of those crimes, like, I don't know, destroying a Senator's house and what not, then I'm quite sure that my name and some random face would be on that JumboTron instead of Day's.

Something aches in my chest, wanting to be recongized, but I calm down. Day can have the fame for all I care. I just need to watch my back. That was it, it was just me, the more Day gets his face posted on a JumboTron, the more people would be aware. The bigger his reward got. Nobody even knows who I am, with all my crimes thinking to be directed to multiple people. Because I am a nobody... Or at least, in their eyes I am.

Eventually, I get up and start running again, enjoying the small freedom of being able to leap from building to building, without a care in the world.

After about twenty minutes of sprinting, I stop. I was getting close, dangerously close to where the buildings are high, and full of light. Close to a place that actually matters, that would shoot a shadow running across rooftops without a second thought.

A small thought confronts me. Nobody even knows who I am, but they won't be hesitant to shoot on sight. I need to go back, now. It was late at night, I needed to get home.

But then, right as I turn my heel to leave, a strange alarm buzzes. My hair whips from behind me as I turn around and look around the city for the owner of the nosie. The hospital.

I scope out the area, and quietly leap towards the the hospital, my curiosity getting the better of me. When I'm at close range, I make sure to stay in the shadows as I watch the scene unfold.

A break in, most likely. Probably some random guy desperate for plague cures. I was lucky, I never got the plague... Yet. I was off the grid, its not like people would test plagues for me anyway.

Suddenly, a figure leaps through the window. A blur of black follows my eyes, a clutch of some bottles in his hands. Its obviously antidepressments, since if he was carrying plague cures, he would only take a few. What did he need that for?

Intrigued with this character, I use a water pipe to slide down to the ground before getting covered by the dark shadows to hide my face. Everybody was focusing on the main guy, nobody would notice me slipping into their hospital, maybe taking a few plague depressments for myself, and selling them to the highest bidder. I nod to myself at the thought, and remind myself to be careful. The only disguise I have is my hoodie, that was it. Scramble up the wall, and get in, easy stuff.

With pretty much nothing to lose, I make sure all of the soldiers had their eyes on the character in black before looking back up at the wall. Four stories, at least. And a small thought calls out to me. I bet I can climb it faster than Day.

Almost as if he read my mind, the boy who stole the depressments eyes land on mine. Bright blue, you don't see those eyes anymore. I smile at him, he can only see my smile, nothing else, and using the brick wall that lies beside the sleek hospital one, I climb up.

My legs so quickly, I almost don't compute what I'm doing. I just do it.

He watches me as I slowly count in my head.

One... Two... Thre-

I was already up at the top and leaped, my hands connecting to the windowsill. I pull myself up quickly and look back at the boy with blue eyes. A gun is trained on him, but he still holds my eye contact. He nods his head, a short jab down in a sign of respect, before I head into the building.

As I predicted, everyone had evacuated. The only thing that was left was the prize.

I stuffed my coat pockets with them. Filling every pocket with enough to last weeks. When I was done, I leaped out the window, landing on my feet and rolling to my back before shifting getting up. A man, with a uniform, had some blood over his hands. A knife was stuck into another man's chest. The man with the uniform walking away stares at me, and at first, I think I was caught, but he just scurries away like he was afraid of me. He never even saw me before.

I hear more footsteps and glance at the man who had fallen. A thick wad of blood was placed over his shoulder, it must've been from a knife. But... What confused me was another, even larger mass of blood over his heart.

The man was perfectly fine when I saw him. Did the boy throw it at his shoulder, run up to him and push it into his heart? No, there wasn't enough time for that. He would need to escape, escaping was the first priority.

Then how'd he get the second wound?

Without thinking, I skim my bare fingers against the smooth surface of the knife. Still warm. Who ever did this, had warm hands.

I hear boots hitting the ground at an intense speed and practically run away. Roofs or sewers? Roofs are more likely for people to spot me, plus, by the time I would climb to the top, the soldiers would no doubt be here.

Sewers it is.

I hop in and twist the top back before sprinting through, ignoring the smell as I wonder what happened to the fallen soldier.

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Warning: This version of Legend is very different, for many, many reasons. For one thing, Light (The character narrating) is in it, so, let's just say there's going to be a lot of different twists and turns.

Hopefully, you'll like it.

Until next time, Laughs and Giggles,

Emily