Previously on Lost Souls:
Carmelita has turned me down.
I observed her from a skyscraper.
A robbery has occurred and I've been caught investigating the crime scene.
I had closed my eyes and awaited the small bullet that would take from me my life. The robber was crazed. I had been caught investigating a dead guard inside a local bank that had currently been robbed. When examining his body, someone ambushed me. I didn't see who or what he was, because he was clad in this strange hood. As if he carried a hood made out of shadows…
So I had given it up then and there. I knew that I couldn't make it out of this one, and I didn't even feel like trying. Carmelita had packed me in, and I knew that I couldn't get her back in any way. It hurt me so much. Not only that I couldn't possibly be with her anymore, but also by the fact that a mental picture of her face would always torment me. That's why I didn't care about stopping the guy.
So I had just closed my eyes and awaited the bullet to hit me. But when it never did, I grew curious. I had seen him hold it in his shadow-colored hand. I had heard the bang of the bullet and I could even smell the smoke from the barrel. I closely opened my eyes, actually wanting it to be like as if I had been shot but I hadn't felt any pain. But of course it wasn't going to happen like that.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the strange robber in front of me. I guess I should have told you about the whole shadows thing before, since you're probably pretty damn curious what happened. Well, the story goes on…
The robber was still standing in front of me. But the first thing I saw was that the shadows that had surrounded him before were no longer there. He looked like a normal person. Just a normal tiger, nothing more and nothing less. But I could see that his face was pale and that massive amounts of sweat had started to pearl down his cheeks. He blinked once before falling to the ground, dead.
Behind him was a completely different silhouette. It looked a little like him, also clad in shadows, but of a different kind. As if the shadows were a part of him, and not just floating around him. Just then, a light broke out from behind him and burned all that darkness away, like fire burns paper. I squinted through the sharp light that stung in my eyes and I could see him now. He had returned.
-''Well, if it isn't Sly Cooper. Who could expect you to appear at a bank at a time like this?'' he happily exclaimed with a grin. I could easily make out his face features: short black hair and green eyes complemented with almost black fur which made it look like his hair fused together with the fur on his face. I thought he looked ridiculous, like something you would put in a circus.
-''Knock it off!'' I said angrily. I didn't want to be accused of a crime that I hadn't committed. ''You knew it was him!'' I said with a growl and pointed at the dead man on the floor between us. He looked down and gave off a short chuckle before looking back up at me. His face expression worried me.
-''Anyways, why aren't you with your Carmelita?'' he asked. I wanted to shout at him then, I wanted to lunge at him and start beating the shit out of the guy, but something told me I couldn't do that, no matter how much I wanted to. He didn't know about the confession. He couldn't know about it.
-''We... had an argument.'' I said quietly and did my best to control the lump growing in my throat. Apparently, it wasn't good enough, as he, with a very kind voice, asked if I was sad. I just shrugged it all off of me and did my best to sound brave.
-''Don't worry. We'll be back together in no time.'' I happily exclaimed, fully knowing that that wasn't going to happen within the nearest future. Not even maybe in this life. He shook his head and approached me. Even if he was at least a head taller, I wasn't afraid of him.
-''Do you need to talk to anyone about it?'' he asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. Just the bare embrace of it made my whole body shiver. But I ignored the uncomfortable feeling and roughly shook off his hand. ''I'm fine.'' I responded with a cold voice. ''Mitc.'' I added, using the nickname he had told me before. He reacted to it with a weird smile which sent shivers down my spine.
-''Suit yourself. But what are you going to do now then, thief?'' he said and made an extra delaying on the thief which made me want to smack him across the face. But I swallowed my anger and quietly answered a quick ''I don't know.'' He nodded and then looked up at the sky.
-''Ah, full moon.'' He said with a long sigh. ''Is there anything more beautiful?'' To this, I simply shrugged. The moon was the last thing I cared about right now.
-''Aren't you supposed to place Culex behind bars?'' I asked, quickly changing the subject. Culex was an old criminal master thief as well who was living in his homeland. Mitc was also part-time police, but barely appeared in the police quarters. He was currently hunting down the one called Culex. Culex wasn't his real name, but that's what everybody called him. As a matter of fact, no one knew his real name, not even Mitc.
-''Nah, I got resigned from that case. HQ decided it took too long for me to bust his ass, so I retired from this shit and had me some wonderful cash.'' I twitched at the word ''Cash.'' It felt not like normal money, but more of that money you get from thievery and games. He reacted to that twitch with but a smile.
-''Really? And where did you get these ''cash'' then, Mitc?'' I asked him with a kind of teasing voice. I noticed that it had effect, because his smile disappeared and was replaced with simply nothing. For a spilt-second there, I thought that the shadows previously surrounding him were going to return.
-''None of your business, Cooper.'' He snarled in a dark voice. After those words, he simply disappeared. He had done that a few times before. And I was the only one who knew how he could do it. But that's another story.
