Chapter I

Not the best beginning

So, here's the first chapter! I know it's quite short but, anyway, I really wanted to cut at this moment. Hope you'll enjoy!

A boy is running away in a little town's streets, his heart beating wildly against his chest. Slowing down isn't an option; he can't afford taking any more risks of being caught. Though, he can't run forever and, soon, he will be out of breath. Geez, he should really work on this... A man is yelling at this little pickpocket a multitude of insults as he's fleeing with his wallet, but it's not different from each time the teenager has done this. A sad, but familiar picture of this youngster's life. Trying to lose his pursuer, he turns right into an alley, climbs the large waste bins of a supermarket and, with a leap fraught with danger, catches the nearby building's fire escape. Without even looking behind him to see if he was still followed, the little thief drags himself to the roof of what might have been an old textile factory from the late twenties. Restarting his run to get to the next roof, a gap of four floors caused by another alley and separating both of the buildings makes him hesitate. For a second, he wonders if he will really take this risk as the fear of falling begins to be felt. However, there is no choice! It's try, or die! Well, maybe not die... But it's how it feels like when someone wants your skin more than just your arrest. After a deep breath and a last run-up, the youngster jumps.

It'll go off well. It'll go off well.

His right sneaker skids on the edge of the roof, making him tumble headfirst to the concrete, but a roll lets him to rectify his fall. This stunt reveals the chocolate slightly curled hair and the childish face of the boy before hidden by his hood, but he doesn't really care about it as he keeps running. From now on, he is almost sure that he won't be followed, but the youngster doesn't feel like walking in the street, so he decides to simply make his way to his destination by the roofs. It's not that far, after all. Moreover, avoiding the crowd is a pretty tempting idea.

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Some time later, the teenage boy finally arrives in a deserted street. He takes the wallet out of his pocket to remove its cash before to open a waste bin and - No, he can't do such a thing! He has already done too many wrongs... But, maybe, he could try to do a little bit of a right thing? Opening the famous object of contradiction, the unwilling thief takes a look for papers and, glad to find some, tries to find a phone number to call. Having finally got the owner of the wallet's one, he checks the sum taken from this poor passerby: thirty dollars besides what he needs. He hesitates.

Five minutes later, the boy is talking to a saleswoman about a little wallet he found. Having no phone to call its owner with, he asks to borrow the shop's one and she accepts immediately, not knowing the truth about this altruistic youngster. After what has been a relief, he just chooses to leave the stolen possession at the nice woman for the moment it would be right back where it belongs.

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This being done, the young boy knows he can't avoid his true destination anymore. With a last sigh, he drags himself in a dark and quite gloomy alley where no one ever goes. No one, except those who were waiting for him...

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'It took ya some time, bud.'

'I've got what you want, now just leave me alone!'

'Yeah, that's quite a little sum we asked ya to get…'

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As if they ever asked... Forcing someone to do something may surely be exactly the same deal for them...

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'C'mon, gimme the cash.'

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Reluctantly, the boy takes a little bag out of his pocket with, inside, all the money he took one week to steal. Then, he simply waits patiently for them to recount all of it, already knowing he gave them exactly the amount of money they wanted.

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'You've got all you wanted, just let me go now!'

'Yeah, yeah…'

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Predatory smile. Wild look.

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'But did you really think we would let go such a precious resource?'

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Welp...

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Only an icy silence.

Icy as the look in the cyan eyes of the boy.

No option is left.

Except one.

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Time to get away from those boneheads!

By the way, don't hesitate to tell me about grammar mistakes or anything you can find in this (and you can even explain them if you want! Because I'm not very good when it comes to this ^^). Also, I'm so sorry if they are annoying when you're reading…

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I guest as much: Thank you, it makes happy that you like what I wrote. I also corrected the "snicker" mistake, thanks to you (you made me learned a new word ^^)