Steal My Heart
Characters: Katlyn O'Shannon-Thief and burglar. Been on her own since she was 10. Raised by other street thieves. Trained since an early age to pick pockets and steal for a living.
Thomas Hamlin- Man who picked her up off the streets and taught her to steal as a way to survive, runs a large group of children thieves and makes money off of them. Cruel and mean man.
Mark Callaway- Wrestler who comes home for a vacation and finds Katlyn trying to steal everything he owns.
Disclaimer- I don't own The Undertaker or Mark Callaway. I don't make any money off these stories so don't sue. I have nothing but my kids, care bears, and Undertaker figures and I aint giving up any of them. This story is the result of My Taker Muse keeping me up all hours of the night when I should be sleeping. He doesn't seem to understand I have a job, but then he has these powers of persuasion that are really out of this world.
Katlyn moved through the dark house holding the small flashlight between her teeth.
She had already hit the kitchen and filled a sack and left it in the doorway downstairs. She now started in what looked like the main bedroom. It was huge from the looks of it. She checked all the drawers and came up with a few gold chains.
There had to be more.
This house had security gates and the whole nine yards. It was practically a mansion. She moved one of the pictures on the wall. Bingo a wall safe. Combination too, this shouldn't take long.
She put her head against the safe and listened closely for the clicks as she slowly turned the dial. Katlyn grinned less than two minutes.
"Damn I'm good." Katlyn said to herself. She pulled opened the safe and pulled everything out and pulled it to the floor and sat down to go through it.
Cash and lots of it, jewelry. Oh yeah she hit the jackpot.
Tom would be thrilled. That was good she sure didn't want him pissed.
Thomas Hamlin had found her on the streets of Houston after her mother had been killed. She had been wondering around eating out of garbage cans to survive.
Tom at first had seemed like a nice man he fed her and gave her a place to stay.
But after a couple of days he made it clear she was going to have to earn her keep. He put one of the older boys in charge of her. He taught her everything that he knew about stealing.
She started out as a simple pickpocket and she was good at it. Tom said it was her angelic looks. She had long Auburn hair and big innocent looking brown eyes. She was small looking girl, looking even younger than her years even now.
Tom lived well of the money the kids stole for him. He lived in a nice neighborhood. His kids as he called them lived in a run down dilapidated house in the middle of the worse part of town. As long as they brought in money he provided them with food and a place to stay. He gave them a little money to buy second hand clothes but that was it. Since most of these kids would have ended up selling there bodies or worse dead they stayed.
A place to stay and food was better than the alternative.
Katlyn remembered her first lesson well on what happened when you didn't bring money home.
She had only been there a couple of weeks. When Tom called her name to bring what she had stole that day she came empty handed.
Tom had calmly got up and took her to the next room and gave her the worst whipping of her life. He had used his belt and he had beaten her for a good 20 minutes straight. Katlyn had thought she would pass out from the pain. Tom had finally thrown the belt down and told her she wouldn't eat till she went out and brought some money home.
She had laid there crying at the harsh lesson she had gotten at the tender age of ten. From then on she would do anything she had to. She didn't want any more beatings though she had gotten plenty over the years.
Katlyn sighed. She was 18 now. She had to find a way out and a way to get away from Tom. She just hadn't figured it out yet.
Katlyn threw the stuff in a bag and went to check out more of the bedrooms.
Mark walked in his front door and flipped on his light. He stumbled over something in the door way. He looked down and seen the bag and was instantly alert. He opened it and seen his good silver and other items stuffed in the bag.
"Oh some asshole trying to rob me huh?" Mark growled.
He flipped the light off as he heard a sound from upstairs. He would get the little punk that was trying to steal from him. Mark wasn't in the best mood anyway considering his divorce was finalized yesterday. He was in the mood to hurt someone. He started up the stirs quietly. He would make this person regret picking his house to burglarize.