Greetings wonderful readers, I am back from my journey of better grammar! Since I can not for the life of me remember the original plot-line of this story- I SHALL MAKE IT BETTER! When I started this story out, Scipio was 17 and now I am just slightly lazy so we shall jump ahead a year! Enjoy.
(One Years Later)
"Stop, FREEZE!"
Voices rang through the hallway as the police chased after a fleeting figure of the night. Their cape bellowed after the nimble criminal, its' figure dodging artifacts this way and that. If none of the squad caught this repeating offender, the chief would surely have their heads; for the police were hot on the trail of Miss Queen of Hearts. An elusive women to whom gave not only the police but the owners of the artworks a massive headache.
"Like hell" the thief muttered, clutching to her tightly a very rare stone.
Her target was the 'Sea of Dreams' which was bestowed upon the Museums as a priceless artifact that was to go on display in a few days time. The Queen of Hearts couldn't bear to see such a beauty on display for all the world to see, but rather to take a chance and see if the legend was true. The 'Sea of Dreams' was said to be the one true stone of dreams, where if the wearer was to fall asleep with it in possession- then the dream they wish for would come true.
Up and over the wall she climbed, graceful as an angel could be. We knew that we didn't have a chance at catching her but the squad's passion burned harder when a glimpse of those white legs flashed from her shorts. We all knew the Queen of Hearts was to be a young lady, her figure surely showed us that much and we have all lost count of the beatings on the head when one of us would drool over this fact, in front of the chief.
The sound of glass broke my train of thought as the thief jumped out of the window and onto the rooftops of the neighboring building, still running.
"She's crazy!" Shouted an officer who took up the rear of the chase; with an eclair in one hand and the other on his stomach, "I'm not going out there."
"What are you talking about? We have to" I shouted at the fat man and to my other squad members, "What if she gets hurt?"
I could already tell that many were not going to sacrafice their time and body to see to a criminal's safety- if she got hurt, that's her own fault.
Without another word, I pursued after the Queen, easily sliding out the window and across roof, closing the distance quickly. I may be a cop but I have a higher sense of justice to the people rather then to the law; and if this fine young lady was to get injured due to my neglect, I just wouldn't be able to handle the guilt.
"Stop!" I shouted as I leaped closer to the thief; she only gasped and looked over her shoulder briefly to me and picked up speed.
The Queen picked up the pace-which is a miracle I assure you since she is in heels- and the rythmic click-clack of her shoes echo'd off into the full moon which was high above us. I repeated my words to deft ears and reached out; only to just barely touched her cape as she leaped down onto a lower building, using the smart way of landing and rolling- just before to running off again. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep up with this chase for long and had to be smart; so with a final glance to the moon, I leaped off the edge and disappeared into the night's shadows.
Hey there, here is your favorite narrator- Elizabeth; from the future! I can sure tell you one thing, this was the night that I would never forget. My blood was pumping, my feet were aching and that cop just would not go away!
"Huff-huff" my breath was coming faster and my heart kept beating frantically as I searched for a place to hide.
In my hands I clutched my prize, yet all I cared for at this moment was to escape and for the shadows to cloak me once more.
I have perfected my craft of theft at night while being a law abiding citizen during the day; none has yet to figure out that I- Elizabeth Massimo, was the all talented Queen of Hearts. My passion and adrenaline was fueled only by the well known fact of the Thief Lord, who was still running amuck in the city and making me feel like second bananna! I could just imagine the torture I'd cause for that brat if I could figure out his identity.
With that persistant cop no where in sight, I slowed my steps and began my graceful strides until I jumped from roof to roof, bringing myself lower to the ground until I grabbed, and swung down a drain pipe to landed softly on the ground. The 'Sea of Dreams' bounced safely in one of my many pockets as I brought my hood up to hide my face. Over the months I had figured that flashy was never a good thing and kept my style to a deep blood red dress that ended at my knees with tight shorts underneath and a cloak. I still wore my mask whenever I stole, but this time I changed it from the kind that covers everything from your forehead to your cheek to a mysterious red mask that hid my entire face that matched my dress.
I always was a modest women when it came to fashion, a dress that tied behind my neck made for great mobility as well as the slit up the thigh of the dress to help me run away. The newspapers always had blurred and unfocused photos of me, which made me laugh every morning when I went out for my morning jog.
As I walked through the familiar ally ways of my youth, I heard the faint noises of footsteps some ways off. I didn't think anything of it since the great tower off in the distance said it was quarter past one; many drunkards would be toddling home by now to their families in their walk of shame. I was considering knocking on the Stella's back entrance but the footsteps got only louder so I redirected my path and went down a rarely traveled pathway.
'I wonder what my idiot of a step-brother is up to right now? He's probably cuddling some pillow thinking that its Hornet. I'll never understand why he has feelings for her when Prosper already has her as his girlfriend...'
I kept my foot falls as quiet as possible but no sooner did I realize that the similar footsteps from before had vanished, but the sound was coming from an upcoming path! I really didn't want to explain my get-up to anyone so I quickened my pace and rounded the corner, quickly walking away. This process seemed to happen a little more- the footsteps from before vanish from behind me and somehow get infront of me, causing my feet to turn around and choose another corridor.
'Something's not right'
I quickly started to run but no sooner then a couple kilometers did I find that I had ran down to a dead end; and the footsteps were close behind me again.
'HIDE!' the mental me inside my head literally kicked my body into gear and I scurried into the darkest corner, using my cloak as camoflauge. May my paranoia be wrong.
