Post by Sabre on Dec 29, 2008 0:50:40 GMT -8
As you will see, i have gotten alot better at writing and editting my own work sense i last posted something here.
On a black and moonless night, all was calm in Cynor. Over the years there had been a chain of unknown robberies. Nobody knows much about the robber other then that he only went out on stormy or on the nights of a new moon. They had seen him, but couldn't identify them, and there was a reward for any information on the perpetrator. But nobody knew anything, he was that good.
On this particular night, the town was for the most part quiet, except for the occasional wave crashing on the white silky sand on the coast. Suddenly, a small set of almost silent footsteps barely broke the peaceful and almost awkward silence. It was that time again.
It was no other then Zygon, the troublemaker, the con, the theft of the papers. It was certain that nobody else in the world was exactly like him, not even close. Dashing through the alleyways, he quickly made himself closer and closer to the trading center of the town. Skillfully he jumped over gates and fences, as they offered decent shortcuts to his target, while giving him good places to hide and let him make escape plans.
The best part about Zygon and these robberies, and perhaps the most interesting is that unlike every other thief in the world; he doesn’t do it for the money. He does it for that adrenaline rush that he gets once he makes it home and goes to bed soon afterward, these nights he sleeps like a baby after an afternoon meal.
He wants to be challenged, so half the time he finds ways to alert the local police so he can be chased by the patrol officers, then he skillfully escapes without a trace. Most of the time, anyways. He’s had his fair share of jail time. Though it was never more then a couple of weeks.
Zygon ran up a wall and climbed up the fire escape on the nearest building, making his way towards the roof top. Walking carefully yet quickly, he jumped from roof to roof, and after awhile he could see his destination. When he went out stealing he wore a trench coat with an extra large hood, coving his face even from the front, but he could still see perfectly. Not that he needed to, he could probably get there blindfolded, not that he would take that chance.
The sea air blew in his nostrils: refreshing and the warm dense air keep him awake and focused. Here we go again…; He jumped off the rooftops and did a jackknife roof to cushion the blow completely, and ran towards the shop.
He straightened his posture and entered the run down shop, he didn’t even need to pry the door open, and it was already unlocked. Something isn’t right here…. Looking around, he saw the wares lying out on the table 5 pokeballs and mystic water. (I’ll earn them, promise.)
This is way too easy. Zygon smelled the air. Someone else is here. The police, I’m guessing. He quickly took the loot off the table and stored it in his small backpack. That mystic water will pawn for a nice price, and it’s always good to have a couple of extra pokeballs around. There was a small shifting in movement outside. Great, they’re outside…At least they didn’t totally screw me over. This should be a lot more fun. He smiled and started to leave, almost rehearsing his shady posture once again.
“Freeze!” Said a voice once he got out of the shack. With three flashlights held on his face, it was almost blinding if it wasn’t for his hood. Three of them? Wow that’s a step up from the usual two. Without a second thought he looked to the left and jumped over the nearby dock in one motion.
He landed softly due the dry sand and looked upwards. “Catch me if you can!” He teased in a disguised voice as he ran on the sandy beach. He heard three thuds followed by a set of footsteps behind him. Hopefully these guys can provide me with a challenging chase, because that trap made the job way too easy.
On a black and moonless night, all was calm in Cynor. Over the years there had been a chain of unknown robberies. Nobody knows much about the robber other then that he only went out on stormy or on the nights of a new moon. They had seen him, but couldn't identify them, and there was a reward for any information on the perpetrator. But nobody knew anything, he was that good.
On this particular night, the town was for the most part quiet, except for the occasional wave crashing on the white silky sand on the coast. Suddenly, a small set of almost silent footsteps barely broke the peaceful and almost awkward silence. It was that time again.
It was no other then Zygon, the troublemaker, the con, the theft of the papers. It was certain that nobody else in the world was exactly like him, not even close. Dashing through the alleyways, he quickly made himself closer and closer to the trading center of the town. Skillfully he jumped over gates and fences, as they offered decent shortcuts to his target, while giving him good places to hide and let him make escape plans.
The best part about Zygon and these robberies, and perhaps the most interesting is that unlike every other thief in the world; he doesn’t do it for the money. He does it for that adrenaline rush that he gets once he makes it home and goes to bed soon afterward, these nights he sleeps like a baby after an afternoon meal.
He wants to be challenged, so half the time he finds ways to alert the local police so he can be chased by the patrol officers, then he skillfully escapes without a trace. Most of the time, anyways. He’s had his fair share of jail time. Though it was never more then a couple of weeks.
Zygon ran up a wall and climbed up the fire escape on the nearest building, making his way towards the roof top. Walking carefully yet quickly, he jumped from roof to roof, and after awhile he could see his destination. When he went out stealing he wore a trench coat with an extra large hood, coving his face even from the front, but he could still see perfectly. Not that he needed to, he could probably get there blindfolded, not that he would take that chance.
The sea air blew in his nostrils: refreshing and the warm dense air keep him awake and focused. Here we go again…; He jumped off the rooftops and did a jackknife roof to cushion the blow completely, and ran towards the shop.
He straightened his posture and entered the run down shop, he didn’t even need to pry the door open, and it was already unlocked. Something isn’t right here…. Looking around, he saw the wares lying out on the table 5 pokeballs and mystic water. (I’ll earn them, promise.)
This is way too easy. Zygon smelled the air. Someone else is here. The police, I’m guessing. He quickly took the loot off the table and stored it in his small backpack. That mystic water will pawn for a nice price, and it’s always good to have a couple of extra pokeballs around. There was a small shifting in movement outside. Great, they’re outside…At least they didn’t totally screw me over. This should be a lot more fun. He smiled and started to leave, almost rehearsing his shady posture once again.
“Freeze!” Said a voice once he got out of the shack. With three flashlights held on his face, it was almost blinding if it wasn’t for his hood. Three of them? Wow that’s a step up from the usual two. Without a second thought he looked to the left and jumped over the nearby dock in one motion.
He landed softly due the dry sand and looked upwards. “Catch me if you can!” He teased in a disguised voice as he ran on the sandy beach. He heard three thuds followed by a set of footsteps behind him. Hopefully these guys can provide me with a challenging chase, because that trap made the job way too easy.
