"Shhh" Four paws and two feet padded carefully down the long empty hallway. The walls covered in paintings of the handsome and wealthy previous owners, curtains laced with velvet and the floors covered by rich fabric rugs from across the globe with beautiful patterns laced into the fabric encasing the beauty which went unnoticed by the tall but muscular trespasser. With gravity defying chocolate hair hanging in his eyes, he sneaks forward on the balls of his feet whilst gently blowing upwards removing the piece of straggling hair out of his grass green eyes. A shaggy black haired dog with a dark green collar hung loosely around its neck had a long pink tongue hanging lopsided out of its mouth. Behind the man it paced slowly keeping up with his slow steady stride. His paws tracing all of his footprints in exactly the same place. Looking up to check for any new movements and making sure his owner was okay.
As they approached the end of the corridor the man stopped and listened carefully before he turned the corner, the dog lifted its originally floppy ears upwards into a straight point and twitched them slightly, turning its head slowly to the right and putting his tongue back in his mouth before releasing quiet wine alerting the man who turned and looked. Advancing around the previously passed corner two men, twice the size of a normal man. Quickly a black tail whisked around the corner as the heavily armed men had just reached for their radios. They burst into action and ran after them shouting into the radio pressed to the side of their mouths. Calling out codes and instructing for back up, alarms began to sound and warning lights flashed all over the walls of the castle. Running down the hallway the criminals flaked brown hair waved behind him, his furry companion running by his side and staying at the same stride.
Ahead two more guards appeared running around the corner with rifles, shouting orders for them to halt before they would release fire. Dressed in a red jackets and black trousers the guards looked serious, trained and prepared but couldn't move nearly as fast as the trespasser with all those weapons and armour underneath. He ran to the nearest exit closing the door behind a soft tail and dragging a wooden chair to the door before hooking it underneath the handle, therefore blocking the guards out for a few more moments. He breathed deeply and looked around the room-which seemed to be some sort of library or study?
Immediately noticing another door, with a simple frame only one small glass window, perfect. He ran over and quickly listened to see if there was any sign of life behind it, although it was hard to hear over the guards shouting everywhere else. He believed he heard nothing and continued to peek his head towards the window and took a look through. Luckily he was right and opened the door up still cautiously looking until he heard a bang on the door behind him. He hurried out and ended up back in the same corridor as before. Once again looking around for his easiest exit, he followed the way he had gone before. Behind him he heard the last door he had closed re-open although after a matter of seconds It seemed the guards had thought he went the opposite way. So he continued to move hastily forward towards an edge, where he had previously decided to turn right. That was until he heard a gunshot enter the wall before him, narrowly missing a painting of a pretentious cat. Beginning to run he looked back over to not only make sure his companion was still by his side but to see the red guards on his tail, as he turned back to the front only to see a wall quickly advancing on him.
Forcing himself to slow down he skidded around the corner with a close call to the pompous cat when he heard a thump turning his head quickly to see the dog quickly shake off his bump into the wall and catch up once again smiling and wagging his tail as if to show he was capable of continuing. Looking down the corridor he was now following trying to figure out his next move of how he was going to get away he realised he had taken the wrong turning when slowing down. I remembered the map off by heart how could I fuck up so badly he solemnly thought to himself, whilst trying to figure out where he was, looking up it occurred to him it was a dead end.
Looking around for another exit the thief realised there was no other way only the beautiful and colourful huge stained glass window. A collage of single pieces of coloured glass coming together to create a portrait of the royal family. Mother and father holding a child in their arms all beautifully decorated with a flower of the sun around them bringing them together. But now was not the time to be thinking about how beautiful the art was, turning on his criminally brilliant mind he sensed It would be quite thin and easy to smash, after all there was no other way. Another bullet whizzed past and hit one of the old style lights on the side of the stained window, breaking it into pieces on the floor. Not that it was needed considering the light of the sun shining through the window bring down colourful patterns onto the wooden floor below.
"Careful! Don't damage the window. " A weak tense voice said, suddenly informing the thief of the value of the window.
"Well we can't let him get away!" replied another authoritative more deeper voice. Then another though occurred to the trespasser. The deed he'd stolen must be worth quite a bit to risk destroying a window of such value. Yet from those words the decision had been made of which was more valuable and another silver bullet whizzed past his hip hitting the window and smashing it leaving a hole the size of a ring but cracks spiralling out from it effecting most of the portrait. It was the next bullet fired that helped the thief to escape, as it hit a few inches away from the first bullet, bringing down the rest of the pre cracked window. All three slowed in awe of the faces melting away and smashing to the ground. The thief still running ran to the edge and turned to him loyal pet, ordering him to dog to sit without a second command needed the dog obeyed. More bullets followed him as he gracefully jumped out the window without looking to see what was over the edge. Behind him any remains of glass and bullets dropped down as he did.
The bullets stopped and so did the guards, they looked at each other with confusion covering their faces, only to hear a slight whistle before a blur of black, which had previously been the obedient dog. It's ears flopped drown as he looked down to see his owner on the floor of the balcony just below, red blue and green glass surrounding his feet. He flicked his hair and held out his arms. Without another second of thought the blur of black flew from the sky above, just a hint of green reflecting in the sun from his collar. After a heavy catch carefully calculated and what seemed practiced, he placed the shadow dog down and looked over the balcony to see a slanted grey roof.
The balcony's bars where to his hip height so he gently skipped his legs over the side, looking up to see two men standing above him with gun barrels aimed downwards, towards him, he jumped over the white curled barrier with the flowers of the sun intertwined between them and slid down the tiles breaking and unhinging some of the roof as he skidded down to the drain pipe. Boy they were hot. He thought to himself, then believing what he heard to be more trouble, turned out to be his faithful yet somehow clumsy four legged friend sliding in the same path he had to get down to the side. Once he had the dog wrapped under his bicep he reached down and slung himself over. Making it seem as though he had disappeared completely in a steep drop.
The two guards stood on the balcony in shock after calling for backup, which had now arrived at the windows edge and 3 other windows placed the left, right and above the previous stained portrait. They shot at nothing but a damaged roof. As the gunshots slowed to a halt, mummers came from a radio in a pocket of a guard. He looked down before grabbing it, holding down a chunky button and speaking clearly into the microphone. "Can you repeat that?" A crackly but clear enough voice responded.
"I said, an unauthorised motorbike is heading for the gates" Shocked faces surrounded the guard as he replied with urgency
"Well stop it then, you bloody idiots!"
"Yes Sir!"
Down below on a sleek black motorbike, reaching speeds of 80 mph heading towards a closed heavily guarded gate, a buff man, with a shaggy black dog sat in front, rode a black triumph scrambler they leant forward directing the bike with their bodies. They flew around a mini round about covered in gorgeous plants, yellow and purple gleaming in the sun. They seemed to form a shape, resembling the emblem of the country, which of course was the same as incorporated around the castle, the flower of the sun. The beauty was to be admired, but as before, now was not the time to admire. Yet the getaway thief couldn't help but feel slight guilt after all the hard work which had gone into building and constructing such a beautiful garden was ruined in a matter of seconds.
A noise like thunder and a flash like lighting ran straight through the main alley way and under two smaller palm trees leaning over to form an archway. Motorbike tracks tore through the garden leaving destruction either side and underneath the trail. Riding forward without a helmet on his hair flicked into his eyes making it difficult to see but he was full aware that the gate was shut and heavily guarded. So he decided on a risk. Next to the huge pearly white gates a small black gat, normally unnoticeable. It allows the guards to walk out and inspect any guests trying to enter the castle grounds. It was just big enough, if he calculated it right, for his slim bike to fit through with maybe not scratches if he was still and going at a fast enough speed.
With a carefully planned diagram in his head, he circled into a lane of the garden and stopped briefly as his thick hand flew behind him reaching and pulling out a black shining helmet from the small storage compartment. Quickly strapping it too his head, pulling down the front, revealing a red symbol in the shape of a circled dragon, from his view it was opaque but to others it was an oncoming symbol. Swirling his hand back on the handle bar instantly kicking off from the ground he felt his canine hit his chest as the bike roared into action once more and headed in a straight line towards the black gate, it was small and fragile, easy to break through. As more and more gun shots fly past him, he couldn't feel a thing, the adrenaline was pumping through his and being clothed in tight black jeans and a leather jacket helped him become that bit resistant to any close bullets putting him off. As he thought how lucky it was that he was missing them all ; which had never happened in a previous operation- He headed towards the door and as the guards caught on to his plan, it was too late.
Only 5 yards away from the black gate and all the guards had vaulted out of the way to avoid being road kill. The sense of relief swept over him but no amount of adrenalin could stop the pain he felt within the next half second. Shooting through his shoulder it ran all the way through his body as it made impact. Letting one hand free of the bike as his whole body flew an inch backwards, he barely stayed on. His whole body shivered with the connection. The next moment the bike was hurtling at the gate at the wrong angle, and had made a solid impact before forcing the gate down but also hitting his handle bar on the side of the wall. The bike went flying through onto the empty road ahead but before crashing into one of the lampposts. Wincing at the damage to his beloved vehicle, he was relived his companion has not been hurt. Quickly he grabbed back onto the bike, with his good arm, he harshly turned, not giving a moment to his injured shoulder. He flew forward away from the gunshots behind him he heard sirens follow him but with a timing hitch of having to open the gate. With a good head start he was sure to get away, but not unscathed. He could taste freedom and smell blood.