For Harry life the past two days had been wonderful. But it was time to get back to work. He had enough cash to live off of for awhile but he knew better than to let it get low. So it was with a resigned sigh that he dragged himself off his bed to hit the streets. Cracking his back he grabbed his only coat, his red zip-up. He slowly trudged down the steps leading to his room to the main part of the warehouse. He had converted the office, which overlooked the bare warehouse floor, as his room. Stepping outside he was met with the sharp morning air. He set off walking the familiar path of alleyways to his favorite street to work on. As he walked among the other citizens of the city he marveled at how clueless they were to their surroundings, as he easily stole goodies from their unsuspecting pockets
It was nearing sunset and Harry decided it was time to head back. He was in a relatively good mood. After doing some work he had bought himself a soft pretzel from a vendor and sat on a bench eating and people watching. As he turned the corner on the way home he never noticed a man in a suit who had been standing at a magazine rack for the past hour get into a black SUV, where three other men sat waiting.
Harry let out a loud breath as he flopped down on the ground, easily stretching out his legs on his 'bed'. His bright green eyes could be seen through the dark room staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought. It was always around the time right before he fell asleep that his mind wondered to what his life could have been. If anyone asked him he would say he was content with life, that he didn't long for a family, that when he walked by houses with Christmas lights and snowmen he wasn't jealous. But he knew deep down that he was lying to himself. People say you can't miss what you never had, but he thought never having is worse than anything. It was just as he was on the verge of sleep that he heard it. To the average person they would never have heard it. But he grew up on the streets, that even in sleep your ears were tuned to your surroundings, because that could be the difference between life and death. It was the sound of a car wheel gently rolling over a puddle.
Harry sat up lightning fast. Keeping low to the ground he quickly crawled over to the window that overlooked the alleyway below. Peaking over the ledge he was met with the blackness of the night. Focusing on the ground he could make out the outline of a car and two figures emerging and walking towards the entrance of the warehouse. His heart sped up as he saw them disappear inside. Moving as quickly and quietly as possible he scooped up the backpack he always had ready for a quick getaway. Looking towards the door he suddenly realized how trapped he was, the only way out was down the stairs. He would easily be seen. He didn't know who these men were or what they wanted and he didn't want to find out. Quickly unzipping a pouch he pulled out his pocket knife and slid it into his sock, keeping his hands free but a weapon within arm reach. Looking around there was nowhere to hide; going down the stairs was out of the option. His gaze reached the window. It was the only solution he could think of. Swiftly walking over to the office door he looked down to see where the men where. They we definitely looking for something, unfortunately there wasn't many places down there to search through, they would be heading this way soon. Turning to face the window he took a deep breath and hoping the window wouldn't squeak to bad started to open it. Once fully opened he looked down at the car again. It was still running and both front seats were still empty. Quickly but carefully he threw one leg over straddling the window. Looking down he knew what he was about to do was stupid on many levels. It was about a 30 foot drop to the ground but every 10 feet there was a slight 3 inch outcropping of the building, if he slid perfectly straight down against the building he would land part of his feet on the ledge and continue downwards from there. Taking another deep breath he swung his other leg over and turned his body so his belly was against the building. Lowering his body down so he was dangling by his finger tips he pushed his body as close to the building as possible and let go. Sliding down the wall he quickly came to a stop with his fingers trying to grab the walls surface. He let out a shaky breath as he realized that it worked. All he had to do was slide down to the next outcropping below and then jump the remaining 10 feet to the ground. Carefully as possible he maneuvered himself so he was dangling from the ledge by his fingers and let go. Landing smoothly he let a smirk grace his face. Jumping the remaining 10 was easy. He always thought that if he could get himself of the streets and get a job a stunt double is what he would love to do. Fortunately he seemed to have bad luck and quick risky escapes tended to be in need, excellent practice he thought.
Landing on his toes with barley a sound, he straightened up; glancing at the warehouse door and seeing it was still closed and that the men hadn't emerged he silently blessed his luck. Turning around to start running to put as much distance between them he froze as he was blinded by light. Shielding his eyes they widened when he realized that the SUV was not empty as he first assumed. Leaning from the back seat into the drivers, was a man who had turned on the head lights. Green met blue. Recognition flashed through both. Harry didn't know how much time passed, could have been a minute or 20 seconds. But in that time he realized two things. That the men in the building were definitely looking for him and that this was going to put a dent into his record of never being caught.
Realizing he was being an idiot for just standing there Harry turned and ran like he never ran in his life. Over the pounding of his own feet he could hear the shouts as the two men from the building emerged and took chase after him and a fourth man hopped out the back seat and into the drivers. The sound of the engine echoed off the walls as it took off. Breathing heavily Harry thought quickly. He knew these streets really well. Up a block and two alleyways over there was a fire escape that he could climb up and then run on the roofs. Easily loosing the car and hoping to lose the two running on foot. But unfortunately they seemed in good shape. In the back of his mind he wondered exactly who these people were. To have the resources to track him down. He also thought it was a bit ridiculous, I mean it was just a wallet; the guy could easily afford another one.
Thanking the heavens that he happened to be abnormally fast he quickly moved down the alleyway containing his escape plan. He smiled as he saw the dumpster setting under the ladder zigzagging up the building. Taking a running jump he easily made the leap onto of the dumpster, grabbing the bottom bar he used the little muscle he had and pulled himself up. Climbing quickly he heard the car come to a stop and the sounds of someone else also jumping onto the dumpster. Cursing his luck he climbed as fast as his body would allow. Reaching the top he sprinted across the roof easily leaping across the small gap between the buildings, he could hear only one pursuer but didn't dare look back. He leapt across 5 buildings till he came to a problem he never thought about. He had reached the end of the block and the next building over was across the alleyway at least a 15 foot gap. He was good but he wasn't that good. Spinning around he saw his pursuer landing onto the same building as him. There was nothing to hide behind and no escape in sight. The only way out was down. Which it seems the car had caught up and was pulling up so the car was right below the ledge. He couldn't even leap off without them waiting down below, not that he even for a second considered doing so. His purser didn't move any closer. Seeming to realize that he had reached a dead end and couldn't go anywhere.
Looking the guy over green eyes took in chin length wavy blonde hair, sea blue eyes, dressed in a sharp white button up tucked into black sacks with shiny black shoes. On his hip tucked into his waistband was a gun. Harry's heartbeat speed up to a impossible speed. Despite the guys calming demeanor Harry could tell he was dangerous. As the guy took a step forward, he took one back. His calf's hitting the brick edge. The guy stopped raising his hand slightly in a universal symbol of peace.
"wh-what do you want" Harry said, hating himself for stutter like that. He wasn't a scared little boy anymore.
"Easy kid, just relax, nothing is going to happen. I believe you have something that isn't yours. If you just come down we can resolve this matter. Carlisle is an understanding man, don't worry it all be good" the man said.
What the man didn't know was that the words "don't worry it all be good" triggered a memory that Harry had kept suppressed for many years. Stumbling back in shock, Harry barely realized he had fallen backwards and that the man on the roof lunged after him, he could hear the distant shout as he tumbled through the air. But this was all background noise. His brain was reliving a memory best forgotten.
He hit something hard and his world went black.
Author Note: So I know I have never updated my other stories, that's because like this story I wrote them because they were ideas in my head I needed to get out. I currently go to college, work two jobs, volunteer at the humane society and hospital. The little time I have left I spend with my family and friends. I don't care much for writing, I suck at spelling and grammar. I much prefer reading them. So pretty much all my stories are up for adoption. You can take what I have written and add onto it or just use the ideas. All I really ask is for you to let me know so I can read your story :) because I honestly haven't been able to find any stories that are similar. If your want to just add onto mine I did have some ideas in my head on how the stories were going to go, but nothing solid. So, sorry if this disappoints you. There is a chance I could update these though. But I still wanted to encourage others to take my ideas and run with them. If you know anyone who is good at writing on this site and looking for a new story then go ahead and suggest mine, cause I would love to see these written by an experienced writer. Anyways if anyone even likes these ideas and expands on them just let me know in a message.