dream2

disclaimer thingy:
These are my dreams, with only minor changes to things I've forgotten along the way...do
not attempt to say these are your ideas cause they're not...they're mine...And i should
know, cause I'm the one who dreamt them up...anywho, enjoy.

Dreams
chapter 2:Rescue

I was dressed in black, in clothing closely resembling the clothing you'd expect to see the
thieves in some type of Arabian Nights type movie. Then again, I was a thief. Well, not
exactly. that wasn't the polite term used. My gang and I never stole anything that hadn't
been stolen before. We only stole to get stolen things back to the people they were
stolen from. And, of course, we were always paid for our services.

There were three of us, Chiru, Sheen, and myself. We crept quietly up stairs, careful not to
alarm anyone of our presence. I clutched a bag close to my chest, keeping it safe should
we encounter danger. There was no such thing as daylight in this world..only the pale
glow of dawn ever lighted our way.

We had almost made it to our destination, where our client awaited our return. We had
come to the corner where his house was, and my partners awaited the ok to go signal.
We never spoke on these ventures.

Our venture was successful, so we rode out to the ocean, where we found a large power
plant in the middle of the ocean. I could see the mass amount of pollution rising into a
deep blue sky. I was informed that one of my partners had been captured, and as leader,
I was chosen to dress as a bandit and get him back.

I rode a black horse to the capital building, where I dismounted and was almost
immediately chased by guards. I ran across the grass, which seemed unnaturally green,
almost fluorescent. The secret service guards pulled out their guns, and I quickly climbed
the wall onto the roof, where I dodged bullets. They stopped firing, and so I waited. I
slowly crawled to the edge of the roof and peered over. No one was looking, so I leaned a
little further...and the gutter of the roof, which I was leaning on, gave way, and I fell three
stories down, right into the hands of the secret service guards.

I had provided the diversion needed for my partner to escape, and as I ran, I knew he
was safe for the time being. I continued running, but I was tackled from the side without
warning. I looked up, on the floor with blood on my face. A secret Service guard walked up
to me, and pointed his gun at my head. I knew what would be next. I flinched, just as he
was about to shoot, and he looked away as if startled. And then...

e.n.d.