Okay. So. I'm starting another story. I may continue this…I don't know. It all just depends on the feedback I get. I'm going to be honest and say that I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but this popped into my head and I could NOT ignore it. This is a 'Thief' story. It's mostly based on the latest game, but it's definitely not following it. For example, Erin will most likely not be in this story. She just…annoys me to no end. There will be some familiar parts though. Just let me know what you think of it. Please. Also, this story takes off kind of fast. Just letting you know.
OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything you recognize. I only own my OC Esther and my own plot twists. If this is similar to anyone else's story, (I haven't really read much of 'Thief' fanfiction to be quite honest), it is purely coincidental and not intended. Thank you. Enjoy!
Chapter One (Third Person POV)
Esther huffed and adjusted her breasts to make sure her cleavage was prominent. As she looked over herself in the mirror, her hand absentmindedly reached up and pulled on one of her caramel spiral curls. Her chocolate eyes roamed over her ruby dress once more just to make sure nothing was out of place. When she was finally satisfied, she gave her cheeks an extra pinch to bring in some more color and let herself out of her room.
Another night in this God-forsaken brothel. Esther never intended for her life to turn out like this.
When she was a little girl, she imagined growing up and getting married, having children, and growing old with her one true love. How incredibly naïve she was. When Esther's parents died of a robbery gone wrong when she was the mere age of 13, she was forced to become a child of the streets and become exactly what killed her parents.
A thief.
Esther started out small; an occasional morsel of food here and there to survive. Then she became bolder and started to pick-pocket a few civilians, but only the ones who could afford to lose a couple coins. She never stole from the less fortunate. At the age of 16, she discovered the House of Blossom Brothel, quickly realizing that a pretty girl such as herself could bring in more than half what she was stealing in a week in one night. Of course, she jumped at the chance to "Live a better life!", is how her fellow prostitutes put it.
How incredibly naïve she was.
Esther made her way down the stairs, immediately swinging her hips more seductively as the many men came into her view. "Ah! There she is!" Bile rose into Esther's throat as she turned her attention to a repeating customer, James Hannigan.
She planted a seductive smile on her face and ran her finger down his chest. "Hello, James. Can't get enough of me?"
He smirked. "Never." James followed her as she pulled him to a nearby empty cubicle.
Another day, another dollar.
Esther pushed James onto the small twin bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him. "What'll it be, big boy?"
James groaned and gripped her hips to press himself into her center. Nausea reared its ugly head once more, but Esther pushed it away. Money is more important. "Whatever you'll give me," He groaned. Which she assumed meant everything.
With much reluctance, that's what she gave him.
Esther smiled and stuffed the bag of coins into the corset of her dress. "I do hope you'll come back, James," she said seductively.
"How could I not? You're the best bitch in these parts," James grunted, putting on his pants.
Esther frowned for a fraction of a second, resisting the urge to rip his small penis off. The seductive smirk returned to her face. "Well you run along now, big boy. I'll see you soon." She didn't give him a chance to answer before she began making her way back to her room. The night was still young, but she just couldn't take another one. She just couldn't.
Esther gasped and jumped as a hand suddenly gripped her forearm.
"Hey there, pretty lil' lady," a drunk guard slurred, barely able to stand.
"Let me go," Esther mumbled, hoping not to cause a scene. One of the sacred rules of the brothel was to never refuse a customer under any circumstances. But after seven years in this hell-hole, there was only so much a girl can take.
"Aw, come on, now." He pulled her body against his and started to kiss her neck.
Esther pushed away from him with all her might. "I said leave me alone!" The brothel went silent and immediately she regretted her words. She was in big trouble.
Meanwhile upstairs, Garrett swung silently into an open window of the brothel. He crouched and immediately began taking in his surroundings. It obviously belonged to one of the girls. Although dirty, the room was made up as feminine and clean as possible. It even smelled nice.
That's a change. Garrett smirked at his own thoughts. Most of these women were not even very pretty, and on top of that, smelled atrocious. This was one of the many reasons why Garrett never even bothered to come to this wretched place.
"I said leave me alone!" A muffled woman's voice screamed from downstairs.
Garrett's brow furrowed. Well, that's different.
The sound of footsteps running to the room quickly pulled him back into action. They were approaching fast. He quickly jumped into the girls' closet and shut the door silently in just enough time to see a pretty girl stomp into the room, followed by a less pretty one.
"What the hell, Esther?" The not so pretty one hissed. "Do you want to end up on the streets again?"
Esther turned her back to her friend and fellow prostitute, Rose. Of course she didn't want to end up back on the streets, but a girl can only take so much. "I can't do this anymore, Rose," Esther whispered.
The Master Thief observed Esther from the crack's of the closet. His stone heart jarred to life at the poor girl before him. It was obviously the life she hadn't particularly chosen for herself willingly. Then again, who would?
Rose's expression softened immediately. "Oh, Esther." She walked up behind her friend and gently wrapped her arms around her resting her cheek on her shoulder. "You don't deserve this. You deserve so much better than this…I'm so sorry."
Esther's body shook with silent sobs for a while before she turned and faced Rose. "Go, Rose. I'll be down in a minute. I just…need a second."
Rose smiled gently. "Okay."
Esther sighed and sat at her bed, happy to be alone. Or so she thought. She suddenly felt like someone was watching her and her eyes immediately darted around her dark, candle-lit room. Esther stood from her bed slowly and looked around once more, her eyes landing on her closet.
Shit. Garrett's head swam. He didn't want to have to attack this girl, but if she pursued his poor hiding spot, he would have no choice. Esther slowly, and stupidly in Garrett's opinion, walked up to her closet with a scrutinizing gaze. She stopped in front of the intimidating door for a moment, and Garrett could see through the small cracks the internal battle on her pretty features. Her small, shaky hand reached out and she ripped the door open with wide eyes. She froze when she saw a man standing in her closet, not expecting anyone to actually be in there.
Her mouth opened and she took in air to yell. "Thief-"
Garrett rushed out and grabbed her, clasping a hand over her naturally ruby lips. They both tumbled onto the bed, him falling on top of her. "Shut up," he hissed through the black cloth covering him from the nose down. Her eyes widened in utter terror and she continued to struggle under him. "Stop it! Shut up or I'll kill you, I swear it!"
Esther immediately stilled and continued to look on him with wild eyes. Her chest heaved and her cheeks were flushed from the struggle. Not again! Her mind screamed. Please, God, not again! Her eyes roamed over the minimal exposed flesh of his face. He had some scars, she could tell, and his eyes were two different colors. Esther could tell that the brown was his natural, but his other eye…there was something different about it. She couldn't quite put her finger on what though.
"That's a good girl," He whispered. "Now I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. You better not utter a word, Esther, or I'll throw you out the window. That's a promise."
Esther shuddered as her name rolled off his tongue. She quickly nodded and he slowly removed his hand from her mouth. She obeyed and kept her mouth closed, not daring to test this man. Not after what she saw happen to her parents those many years ago.
"That's a good girl," He repeated. Garrett's mind reeled. It wasn't like him to show mercy, so why now? He was half tempted to throw her out the window just to get himself back, but he couldn't. Instead, he slowly got off of her and stood up off the bed.
Esther's body shook as she sat up, not trusting him enough to take her eyes off of him for even one second. "Just…just take whatever you want and leave," she whispered urgently. "Please, just-"
The Master Thief glared at her and she immediately shut up. "I'm not here to steal from you," his rough, baritone voice sounded from behind the cloth. "I'm here for something else."
Esther's lower lip trembled. Is he going to rape me? Her body shook in fear at the thought.
Garrett noticed her newfound distress and had to hold back from rolling his eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Her body visibly relaxed. "T-then what are you looking for?"
A sudden epiphany popped into his head. "I'm looking for a book. Maybe you can help me, in exchange for your life of course."
AUTHORS NOTE: So…there you have it. Please review and let me know what you think of it, and be gentle. I'm really nervous about this one. Let me know!