Hello everyone! I bring you the next chapter! I hope you'll enjoy it!
Your POV:
You're sitting on the plane, and you're just about to enter Paris. It'll be just about half an hour before you land. You've been occupying yourself by playing games on your laptop, since you don't want to go on Skype and disturb anyone with how loud your friends will get.
The movie is okay (it's Alice in Wonderland: 2010), but you would've preferred the Nightmare before Christmas. It's your favorite movie of all time. Alice in Wonderland was okay; it wasn't bad, but it wasn't particularly good either.
Out of nowhere, there's turbulence, a violent shaking. You thought it would pass, but it just got worse. You looked toward your parents-you're the spitting image of your Romanian mother except for the dark green eyes you inherited from your also Romanian father. They look as panicked as you.
There's a lunge forward, and you hold tightly onto the hands of your parents, your eyes shut so tightly they hurt. Is this it? Are you going to die here? What's going to happen to you after you die? What about your friends? Michael can't even walk a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip on!
The pilots are shouting orders, but you're so numb with fear, they just go in one ear and out the other. This is it you thought. This is really it. I'll never see Raphael, or Patrick, or Michael ever again. "I'll miss you!" You shout as the plane goes down and everything goes black.
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You're alive.
You're twitching, cold, and your head is pounding but you're alive! You're trying to open your eyes, but you don't feel very…conscious yet. You can hear voices. One doesn't sound happy, one sounds concerned, and the other is just there…three voices. You think anyways. You're not really sure. Wait, was that a fourth? Or maybe there are just two.
After a few minutes, you start coming to it. Okay, there are three voices, defiantly. Now you're sure. You twitch your finger, and grabbing your still-throbbing-forehead, you try to stand. You stumble, and the lights hurt your eyes even though they're not that bright.
"You're conscious. Are you alright?"
You nod. "I seriously need some aspirin, but I should be grateful nothing's broken."
"Man, that must've been a nasty fall!"
Fall? Hardly, you crashed out of an airplane! However, you don't need to tell them just yet. Before you can find out about your parents, you need to know what happened to you. You look straight ahead, and you first conclusion is that you're still unconscious.
Sly Cooper, Bentley, and Murray are standing a few feet away from you.
You jump backwards and-still rather unbalanced-you fall on your ass. "What am I doing here?" You demand. Sly lends you a hand and helps you to your feet.
"I found you knocked out in an alley a couple of hours ago. Did you fall out of your apartment?" Sly asked.
You nodded your head. Okay, so you're unconscious. That must mean you're in the hospital, alive, and your parents could be too. Until you wake up, there's no reason to freak out. "I…I actually ran away from home. I fell." You need to get in league with these guys. Being an international criminal while you're unconscious makes no difference. "And I know who you guys are. You're the Cooper Gang-international, notorious thieves-though I realize harmless nonetheless."
Bentley nodded and handed you a glass with water and a pill. You smile. "Thanks." You said, swallowing it down. Within a few minutes, the pain is lessened greatly.
"So you ran away from home? And you fell, what, out the window?" Bentley asked, obviously too smart you fully believe your story.
You nodded. "My parents...didn't approve of my life choices. I wanted more freedom-not the life they set up for me. They wanted me to be a housewife like my mother-I wasn't having that."
"So how did you fall out the window?"
Sly looked at you. "Or did you fall off the fire escape?"
You nodded. "Right, it wasn't the window exactly. I was trying to climb out to the fire escape and I tripped and fell." You rubbed your head. "I really should be grateful I didn't crack my skull open."
Murray smiled and patted you on the back, sending you forward just a bit. "So what's your name?"
You grin. "My name's Cerlie." Murray takes a step back, and you suddenly feel a sharp pain. "Ouch!" You shriek, jumping away from him.
"Sorry!" Murray said quickly.
"Ow," You murmur. What did he do?
You turn your head just a bit to see you have a tail. You. Have. A. Tail. Ah, you shouldn't be so surprised; after all, your mind must've made sure to turn you into an animal while you're unconscious. So he stepped on your tail. Looking at your hands, you see you have light colored-yellow fur. You seem to be some kind of mouse.
You turn to the gang. "Well, thank you for your help, but I should leave." These are the good guys, and you know they would never turn you away with them knowing you have nowhere to go. Just because you're unconscious doesn't mean you have to spend your time out on the streets.
"Where you gonna go?" Murray asked.
"I dunno."
"You should stay with us!" Murray suggested. "It'd be radical!"
You turn around. "Are you sure it's okay?"
Sly nodded. "Sure, don't see why not."
You look at the turtle, who nods.
"Alright. But I should ask you; what are you guys up to? Maybe I can help. It's the least I can do after you helped me."
Sly smirked. "As long as you don't mind becoming an international criminal."
You roll your eyes. "Please, that's the least of my concerns."
"Yes, well, it'd be the best way to piss off your parents."
Bentley looked at you suspiciously. "How old are you Cerlie?" He asked.
"I'm almost 17."
He seemed surprised. "Are you sure you want to help out? I thought you were going to be some undercover cop from Interpol, but you're telling the truth, you're too young."
You shrug him off, sitting on the couch. This is defiantly after the first game, because they've got a hideout this time and not just the van. "Don't worry about; I don't do double-agent stuff-never would. Not in my character." You explain. You're still wearing the outfit you boarded the plane in; skinny jeans, black Converse, and a black t-shirt. However, it looks like your extensions are gone. Oh well, you only paid eight dollars for them.
"Let's see how you do on a first heist. We'll do something simple to start you off with; steal blueprints of a museum in Cairo."
"We're going to Egypt?" You asked. "Why?"
Sly seemed to get edgy for some reason. "We'll tell you that later."
You shrug in response. But seriously though; why couldn't you have been unconscious and met Ratchet and Clank instead? You don't even like Sly Cooper! Well, the game anyway. Sly, Bentley, and Murray are actually very nice. Gullible for the most part, but still very nice. So far anyway.
"A first heist? Bentley, I hear you're the brains, I'd like to hear the briefing." This was going to be fun. A little manipulation and cunning and you would be sure to past the test.
Okay, there's the second chapter. I feel pretty accomplished if I do say so myself.