Ha ha! I bet you thought I had forgotten all about you, well your wrong. Nope I am still alive and kickin' not to mention dishing out your next chapter. So without further ado Mistaken Chapter 2!


'Shit! Shit! Shit!' One very annoyed and panicked thief thought to himself as he ran as fast as he could bare footed through the filthy London streets. Luckily for him most inhabitants of the city knew not to venture out into the night so there was no one around to notice a jacket apparently running down the street. It also seemed the jacket had the company of a pair of pince-nez glasses which bounced along above it and a black hat that swung back and forth at it's side.

The jacket and company ducked a alley, dodging under a rock that smashed into a window incredibly close to the glasses. As most of use should know, there is in fact a man in the jacket, wearing the glasses, and caring the hat a man we all know as Rodney Skinner. If you are wondering why he is running though streets and alleies ducking projectiles, ponder no more for I shall tell you, the reason is the lump in his left jacket pocket. That lump is in fact a very valuable gem that he had appropriated from the house of the men chasing him, well there bosses house because no man rich enough to have a priceless gem would go tearing down the street after a invisible thief, that's what he pays his staff for.

Rodney continued to swear at him self as the tried taking another alley in hopes of losing his assailants. The man he had stolen from had acquired two very large and mean dogs since the last time the thief had staked out his house. Go figure the one time he doesn't stake out the house before going in and the stupid guy gets dogs, did he mention they were very big and very, very mean?

He snatched his glasses off his face and stuffed in a jacket pocket and ditched his hat, a plan forming in his head. Making a sudden turn into a alley his hand moved on instinct for a door knob he knew was there pushed it open just enough and then closed it behind him making sure not to slam it and alert the men to his hiding spot. He took his jacket and hung it on the hook behind the door, making sure to take the gem and drop it one of the many holes in the floor.

He saw a few of the men run by the window, but wait one was missing. The door burst open and he could make out a young man standing in the doorway. The man looked around the empty room and then his eyes traveled upwards to the ceiling. Dashing for the stairs he ran right past the invisible thief and disappeared though loud thumps marked his travel. Skinner watched him go then walked over to the door, pushing it back as far as it would go as to conceal the jacket he had so cleverly hidden.

Just as he had finished the young man returned, once again scanning the room. He walked with one arm held out in front of him like a blind man hoping to bump into a body he couldn't see. Rodney held his breath as the fingers passed mere inches from his invisible flesh and continued to hold it until the man dropped his arm. With one final look around the room he turned and walked out, closing the door behind him. The black jacket swung on it's hook and Skinner finally allowed his breath to escape.

The invisible man took his jacket down from it's perch and put it back on before going after his gem. Once it was securely back in his pocket he truly allowed himself to relax. He scanned the room with a odd mixture of anger and fondness though no one would know for he had no face. This house was special, it was the one and only house he had live in and before well ...he didn't want to think of it. He thanked his lucky star that his feet had carried him to his old home thus providing escape. Maybe this house did have a few redeeming qualities, I mean it did just save his ass.

'Now' he thought, 'To find my hat.'


Tada! Chapter 2! I'm sorry it to so long to get out and I'm not going to go into how busy I've been bla, bla, bla I know you all don't care and just want your story. I hope to have the knew chapter out soon, seeing as I've rediscovered my muse. Until then.