Hey again! It's TopDog229, with a well-needed new chapter for my first-ever story. It kinda sucks that I only got one review, but I have to thank shadoxhuntress (Did I get it right?) for reviewing.
And something I forgot to do last chapter: the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sonic, the characters of the Sonic Universes, or their likenesses. I only own Light.
Chapter 1: Burgeoning Thief
Since I can barely remember how I first got into thievery, I won't bore you with the details. All I could really remember was that after Eggman died, I tried to settle down; you know, get out of the fast lane. I thought that maybe my hero status could help me get a job, but no one would hire me because of my shady past, a past I refuse to talk about and that I never should have lived. And because of that I had no money, and had to live on the streets.
But you ain't here for that. So let's move on.
The reason I was at Rouge's house in the first place was for a so-called "job". You see, after I picked up this new lifestyle, a street crew made up of thieves – the Sweepers – took me in. Their leader – we call him J.P. Morgan (A/N: I am making an allusion to the Gilded Age of the United States with that name; look it up on Wikipedia) cause we don't know his real name – set up jobs for us. With my sneakiness, acrobatic skill, and ability to not get caught, I quickly moved through the ranks and became Morgan's best "employee".
But I digress. Let's get back to the story.
It was 12:00 midnight, pitch-black; the perfect night for a job. I quietly made my way across the rooftops, making sure not to wake up those sleeping under my feet.
Oh, did I mention I take free-running? (A/N: Mirror's Edge rules!)
I moved quickly, because the more time I spent out, the likelier I was to get caught. Before I knew it, I was standing on Rouge's mansion roof. I sighed.
Get this over with, Light, I told myself. Once you're done with this job, you'll never have to come here again. To this day, I still don't know why Morgan gave me this job. Maybe it was because she knew me, and if I got caught, she wouldn't press charges.
Who knows?
Working quickly, I made a hole in the roof big enough for me to fit through and slipped in, despite the fact that there was a chimney on the roof. (I know from experience: if you're going to try and steal from someone, and you need to get in, do not take the chimney. It's full of soot and ash, and that crap takes forever to wash out.)
Good. I was in. Now to find that jewel room. Knowing my way around her house, I went straight to the room.
And saw it was loaded. I had not seen, have not seen, and doubt I will ever see so many jewels in one room in my entire life. Rubies, sapphires, diamonds, emeralds, hell, she even had the purple Chaos Emerald in that room! But I was only here for one jewel (though I had my eye on that purple Emerald); the Ruby of Dreams, Rouge's most prized possession. It was cut in the shape of an oval. Its circumference was an astounding 14 inches around its middle, and it was 15 inches from peak to base. It broke $15 million on the Black Market!
At first glance, the Ruby seemed unguarded. But jewel heists – hell, heists in general – are not that easy.
I grabbed a spray bottle full of water and pulled the trigger a couple of times, just enough to reveal the many infrared wires in my way of the mammoth gem. I couldn't help but snicker.
You'd think Rouge, a thief, would think of something a little more creative to defend her treasures.
I deftly maneuvered my way through the wires, barely touching each one until I made my way to the gem. I removed the glass housing and quickly swiped the Ruby.
As I was making my way off with the red jewel, I heard a voice.
"Who are you?"
Oh no.
Slowly, and rather overdramatically, I turned around.
There was Rouge the Bat, frozen stock-still, with a shocked look on her face.
"Light?"
Oh man. I was so dead.
Man, it's been almost a month since I last updated. I was waiting for more reviews, but then I decided not to keep my fan(s) waiting. Till next time, read and review!
TD229