Chapter Two
Padme pondered the name. Anakin... It was as if she had heard the name before. She turned to Captain Typho. "What would happen if we had him arrested?"
Captain Typho tightened his grip on Anakin, "He'd be imprisoned and wait for someone to pay his bail."
Padme turned back to the thief, "Do you have someone to pay your bail?"
Anakin's lips curled into a slight smile and he shook his head. He was daring her. It showed in his ice-blue eyes.
Padme looked up at Captain Typho, "What do you suggest?"
Captain Typho shrugged. "He would probably try to steal more if he was let loose, Perhaps from you. But if he was arrested he wouldn't get the chance."
Again the captured Anakin smiled, "Are you afraid of me?" he asked Padme.
"No." Padme stated.
"You should be."
"Maybe I should have you arrested."
"Go ahead." he said, daring her again.
Padme took a step back, sighing. "Release him." She said.
Typho looked discouraged, "M'lady, I do not recommend this." He let his captive go.
Anakin stood before Padme, rubbing his arm. "Probably should've had me arrested." he said.
"Go before I change my mind." Padme looked up at him. Then, she heard a load wailing sound.
Looking around Anakin she saw that Captain Typho was wrestling with a teenage boy who had latched himself onto the unfortunate officer's back and was hollering his head off. This second person was just as unkept and dirty as Anakin, but not so tall. Obviously one of his friends.
Padme turned back to Anakin, "You-" The thief cut her off with a kiss. Deep and unexpected. She tried to push him away, but he was stronger than he looked and he only reacted by pulling her closer. Then, just as unexpectedly as when it began Anakin released her, leaving her dazed.
Releasing a triumphant holler the blonde thief grabbed his friend from off of Typho's back in one arm and swung over the railing using the other. Taking his accomplice with him.
Rushing to the rail Padme looked down, expecting to see the two thief's dead bodies down on the floor. But they weren't there. It occurred to her that Anakin had swung over the railing, using his own and the other thief's momentum to hurl to the lower level. Then another realization hit her, if Anakin had enough strength to do that with just one arm he probably could have gotten out of the Captain's hold without a problem. The whole thing had been an act. Feeling inside her pocket she felt that her purse was still there, but that wasn't what the thief wanted to steal.
Already on the other side of the mall away from Padme and the Captain Anakin and Slin watched her contemplate their disappearance.
"Man," Slin said, "You could'da got caught! If I hadn't rescued you-"
"Slin, shut your trap." Anakin said harshly, "I could have gotten 'way whenever I wanted."
"I don't understand you're reasoning man." Slin said, flinging up his hands.
Anakin sighed, "When have you ever?"
Slin paused, "Okay, I hardly ever get ya, but where's the wallet? Don't you have her money?"
"Nope." Anakin answered, watching Padme ride down the escalator to the lowest level of the mall, just beneath them.
"All that work and you didn't get any money!"
Anakin noted that Slin was turning purple, "Just." Anakin's words died on his lips as he looked across the middle of the mall, and at the other side.
A man in a grey cloak stepped close to the railing, and from the folds of his robs produced a sniper blaster. Anakin's heart jumped into his mouth as the saw the man target it on Padme who stood beneath him, and totally oblivious to the impending danger.
Anakin put two hands on the railing and catapulted off it, hurtling himself into mid-air. Just as the sniper pulled the trigger.
To be continued. (Yeah I know I should be working on the other one, but I'm getting tired of writing comedy. I'll have it up tomorrow.)
Padme pondered the name. Anakin... It was as if she had heard the name before. She turned to Captain Typho. "What would happen if we had him arrested?"
Captain Typho tightened his grip on Anakin, "He'd be imprisoned and wait for someone to pay his bail."
Padme turned back to the thief, "Do you have someone to pay your bail?"
Anakin's lips curled into a slight smile and he shook his head. He was daring her. It showed in his ice-blue eyes.
Padme looked up at Captain Typho, "What do you suggest?"
Captain Typho shrugged. "He would probably try to steal more if he was let loose, Perhaps from you. But if he was arrested he wouldn't get the chance."
Again the captured Anakin smiled, "Are you afraid of me?" he asked Padme.
"No." Padme stated.
"You should be."
"Maybe I should have you arrested."
"Go ahead." he said, daring her again.
Padme took a step back, sighing. "Release him." She said.
Typho looked discouraged, "M'lady, I do not recommend this." He let his captive go.
Anakin stood before Padme, rubbing his arm. "Probably should've had me arrested." he said.
"Go before I change my mind." Padme looked up at him. Then, she heard a load wailing sound.
Looking around Anakin she saw that Captain Typho was wrestling with a teenage boy who had latched himself onto the unfortunate officer's back and was hollering his head off. This second person was just as unkept and dirty as Anakin, but not so tall. Obviously one of his friends.
Padme turned back to Anakin, "You-" The thief cut her off with a kiss. Deep and unexpected. She tried to push him away, but he was stronger than he looked and he only reacted by pulling her closer. Then, just as unexpectedly as when it began Anakin released her, leaving her dazed.
Releasing a triumphant holler the blonde thief grabbed his friend from off of Typho's back in one arm and swung over the railing using the other. Taking his accomplice with him.
Rushing to the rail Padme looked down, expecting to see the two thief's dead bodies down on the floor. But they weren't there. It occurred to her that Anakin had swung over the railing, using his own and the other thief's momentum to hurl to the lower level. Then another realization hit her, if Anakin had enough strength to do that with just one arm he probably could have gotten out of the Captain's hold without a problem. The whole thing had been an act. Feeling inside her pocket she felt that her purse was still there, but that wasn't what the thief wanted to steal.
Already on the other side of the mall away from Padme and the Captain Anakin and Slin watched her contemplate their disappearance.
"Man," Slin said, "You could'da got caught! If I hadn't rescued you-"
"Slin, shut your trap." Anakin said harshly, "I could have gotten 'way whenever I wanted."
"I don't understand you're reasoning man." Slin said, flinging up his hands.
Anakin sighed, "When have you ever?"
Slin paused, "Okay, I hardly ever get ya, but where's the wallet? Don't you have her money?"
"Nope." Anakin answered, watching Padme ride down the escalator to the lowest level of the mall, just beneath them.
"All that work and you didn't get any money!"
Anakin noted that Slin was turning purple, "Just." Anakin's words died on his lips as he looked across the middle of the mall, and at the other side.
A man in a grey cloak stepped close to the railing, and from the folds of his robs produced a sniper blaster. Anakin's heart jumped into his mouth as the saw the man target it on Padme who stood beneath him, and totally oblivious to the impending danger.
Anakin put two hands on the railing and catapulted off it, hurtling himself into mid-air. Just as the sniper pulled the trigger.
To be continued. (Yeah I know I should be working on the other one, but I'm getting tired of writing comedy. I'll have it up tomorrow.)