Rex POV "HAHAHAHA!" The raven-haired girl laughed maniacally as my head rammed into the pavement, again. I groaned inwardly, what is it with her? Rex, we have a situation downtown. Six's voice crackled through my com. Honestly, between Phantom and the EVOs, I wasn't sure how much longer I would last. Phantom (real name comes later) POV
"Done yet, Rexy?" She smirked, leaping gracefully off her perch on the streetlight, jangling her bag of stolen jewelry at me. "Has the Big Bad EVO had enough?" She mocked, cackling as she flipped away, again. This thief had been occupying his attention for far too long. She would appear constantly, always robbing jewelry stores. She seemed to like jewelry, yet even when we were already there when she showed up, she was always one step ahead. It was insane. He had barely eaten, barely slept. The News had taken to calling her Phantom, for her mysterious appearances and disappearances.
Man that was fun. messing with that Rex kid just makes my day. I thought to myself as I flipped towards my hideout. Once I got there, I slipped through the wall that blocked it off from the rest of the world, checking behind me to make sure no one noticed. I collapsed on the couch I had stolen-I mean borrowed- from a furniture store last year. I glanced at the picture sitting on a dresser nearby, one of the only things left from my old life. It was a picture of my family and I at the beach. My golden eyes, not yet cold and hidden behind a mask, glowed as my father tickled me. His black hair, just like mine, was windswept, and his cerulean eyes laughed. My mother stood to one side, her blond locks looking pristine as always, her brown eyes bored with my father's display of affection. She had always been cold and calculating, a polar opposite to my father's carefree smile and always-ready jokes. I sighed, I miss you, Dad. I hope that you're happy, wherever you are. I turned on the news, distracting myself from sad memories.
"in further news, the thief who calls herself Phantom has struck again, this time a Manhattan jewelry store. We have the store owner here." the lady on the screen pointed her microphone at an old, balding man with a beer belly, obviously the store's owner. I smiled contentedly.
A/N Hi! Robin4thewin here. (Yup I stole that from A:TLA for those of you who got that reference) Ok, this is my second story, and I REALLY wanted to write something about a thief. I do realize I'm a weirdo, no need to let me know. I appreciate constructive criticism, but please don't just tell me I suck. If you do, at least say why. For those of you reading my other story, I will update... eventually. Sorry. My life is hard. :(. Anywho, byes!