The Ordinary Lives of Everyday Thieves

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Chapter 5

"Shit," Ashton mumbled to himself, turning another corner, this time hitting a dead end, faced with nothing but a dirty brick wall.

"Found him!" A male voice called, alerting his teammates of my location.

"Take him out!" Another screamed.

The teen turned back to face the men as they surrounded him, all of them with guns drawn, it was insane how dangerous they all considered Ashton, despite his ripe age of 16 years old, he had working like this for fours years without a single mistake. Than this happened.

"Ha, little shadow boy ain't so tough now, is he? Now that he can't hide alone." One man said, he was a tall one with dark hair, and an unkempt stubble on his chin.

Ashton just kept looking around for an out, but not seeing any, he was starting to lose faith.

The man walked closer, his gun pointed at Ashton's chest.

"Seeing you up close, it's strange to see such a pretty face like yours in this situation, it would be such a waste to just kill you." His mouth wrapped into a sick smile. "What do you say we have a little fun first?" He asked his team, one nodded excitedly, and the other just stood there.

Ashton felt his heart sink, fun? he wondered what they could have meant by that. He wasn't sure that he wanted to know.

"F-Fun?" Ashton couldn't believe that he had just let his voice stammer like that. He was supposed to be good at this, but he also wasn't supposed to get caught like this.

"Why don't you start by telling us who your working with?" The tallest man said, he walked slowly closer to Ashton, the sicking smile still plastered to his face. He put his gun into his other hand, instead he pulled out a knife, touching it to his cheek.

"I don't work with anyone." He said, it wasn't a lie, but it also wasn't the whole truth. I had connections with many people, but none of them had actually seen my face, or knew who I really was.

"There is no way that a puny kid like you did all of these jobs by yourself." It wasn't even a question, it was stated like a fact. He pushed the knife in further into his cheek, blood welling to the surface. "Tell me, Shadow Thief, who are you working with?"

"I work alone." This time his voice had more confidence.

"As if," The man held the gun back up at point blank range, right near Ashton's heart, which by now was pounding. He knew that it didn't show on his face, he had become too good at hiding it. Ashton heard the hammer pull back, and he knew right away that this man was not bluffing. He gulped.

"Tell me the truth."

"Leave the kid alone." A voice boomed, he looked up to see a tall boy with dark hair and blue-Grey, he had an air around him that demanded to be seen. All Ashton was able to think was that the strange boy looked a lot like an oncoming storm.

Michael was in the middle of the heist when he heard the racket that was happening from around the corner. He knew that he probably wouldn't want to get involved, but at the same time he really wanted to know what was going on.

And when he did look, he was glad he did.

In the ally there stood three men, all grown, surrounding a kid. He was small, and looked 14 maybe less. He had an unruly mop of dark red hair that covered his eyes.

"Leave the kid alone." Michael said, standing behind the men, and looking at the boy. As he looked up, Michael could see a flash of forest green eyes, sneak out from behind his hair.

"Who are you?" One man asked, he had a pistol pointed right at the kid's chest.

"That is none of your concern, but what does concern you is that you need to put down that gun, and let the kid go." Michael tired to reason. He may have been a thief and done things illegally, but he absolutely wouldn't stand for the murder of an innocent boy.

"I think that you need to walk away, and forget what you saw before you get hurt as well." He said, looking at Michael dangerously.

"I'm afraid I can't do that." Michael said.

"Grab the boy!" The tall man, who seemed to be in charge, yelled. The strong, silent one, reached out and grabbed for him. Michael dodged and kicked at the man, his foot connecting with his stomach. He fell to his knees, probably more out of surprise than pain. The pain did kick in, however, when Michael kneed the man in the face.

As the second person dove at him, he tripped him and sent his head into the wall.

"I'll take care of you in a minute." The man said, as he squeezed the trigger. He was hit all of a sudden by Michael, knocking off his aim, but by then...the trigger was already pulled.

Two of the men ran at Storm boy, and tried to take him down, neither with much luck.
Ashton was truly to focused on the gun pointed at him to help, he saw as the man began to pull the trigger and he heard the shot.

"Don't worry kid, I got them." Ashton heard the boy say, he looked up at him with a blank expression.

"1 didn't need your help." Ashton said as he began to stand. He lost his footing and slipped back down, he wondered why he couldn't stand.

"Kid, your bleeding!" Ashton looked down, seeing the blood spread across his shirt.

"Shit," Ashton mumbled, holding onto his wound. There was a hole in his side, about five inches to the right of his belly button.

"We need to get you to a hospital!" The boy was practically in a panic, and Ashton realized that it was probably because he wasn't used to seeing people get shot in front of him.

"No, no hospitals, no doctors." Ashton said, his eyes un-focussing, he was loosing too much blood.

"We need to do something, or you're going to bleed out!"

"I'm fine, it didn't hit anything vital." Ashton was still trying to stand, when he finally managed to get up, he took one step before he began to fall, loosing all consciousness.

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