Chapter 1 Taking inanimate objects is more my thing...
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~*Raven*~
Half smiling under her hood, Raven clenched the jewel in her hand. Slipping it underneath her cloak, she returned to the unexpected person who decided to join her in the burglary. Turning to smirk at the figure on the floor, she regarded him with practiced indifference.
"Who are you working for?" Crouching low, she stared long and hard at the mask covering his face. Her fingers twitched; knowing that she could easily remove it and find out who this mysterious person was.
As tempting as that sounded, she wouldn't. She was a skilled thief, and to add to the delightful mix, one with morals. The figure moved to sit up, grunting with the effort. While struggling to sit, his head was always turned her way, watching her movements.
"No one you would know." His voice modulator distorted his true voice, but didn't cover up the pain in his words.
Sighing, she felt the coldness of her dagger slide into her hand. Slipping a hand near his neck she tugged at the fabric, causing curses to fly from the man's mouth. Revealing the all too vulnerable skin of his throat, she pressed the dagger against his throat.
"I'd rather not add a new scar to your already vast collection." She murmured, quiet and dangerous in her demeanor.
Uniform torn in the front, from a slash she had made. It was clear he was not expecting competition. He had most likely come here shortly after he made his decision on taking the job. Thinking nothing of being attacked by a fellow thief. Dressed in simple black clothing and a mask.
Well, kudos to him because Raven hadn't gone entirely unscathed either. Feeling the pain and sticky liquid that came along with the cut from her forehead, she frowned. Resisting the urge to wipe it away. The only blood drawn, the rest were bruises she would see transform into colors she shouldn't.
She hadn't expected to see a map of scars across his chest, more distracting than his fine physique. He taken the chance to land a kick to her leg, unbalancing her enough for her to stumble momentarily.
With a small quirk of her lips, she teleported behind him and dealt him a blow to the head. Passing out, she used the minutes until he woke to finish retrieving her appointed assignment. No doubt he wore a confused expression under that hood of his. The masked figure was well trained, no argument there.
As the dagger dug deeper into his skin he flinched, drawing blood. A startled, slight gasp escaped Raven as a hand whipped down her hood. Scowling she relented her hold on the dagger before harshly tugging the mask upward until it was completely off.
"Who are you...?" Eyes sparkled in the dim lighting of the room, grin now uncovered for amethyst eyes to cautiously study.
"You'll find out soon enough." Seeing his wrist flick, Raven moved her daggered hand to still his movements. Too late, a muffled protest came behind a red x. More followed and she squirmed to free herself from the restrictive grasp of his surprisingly effective weapons.
No, he hadn't known much of anything about her fighting capabilities. But she had been a fool to underestimate his own. Now she was paying the price.
The indignant muffled curse was clear when the grinning thief's hand snuck under her cloak to grip the treasured jewel. Withdrawing it, he tapped the tape on her mouth before winking as he left.
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