This is a new story I thought of writing the other day. I won’t be able to write much because of restrictions like school but if you like it I’ll write more-

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The Heist- Prologue

Don’s Journal-

By becoming a theif I accept the grim, inevitable future. Imprisonment. No matter how many times I am able to evade the authorities, one day my luck will run out and my life will probably end in prison. So I am writing this to document my life for future generations of my kind.

I suppose I will begin at the start of my life. I had a rough childhood, growing up in Kerning City with only a mom who was neglectful to me and my brothers, Ricky and Jordan. I was the oldest son, 2 years older then Ricky, and 5 years older then Jordan.

Things only got worse as the years went by. When Jordan was 7 years old he was kidnapped. We got a ransom but it was more money we could ever afford. After 5 months he was presumed dead. I hated the world for everything that had happened to me. I hated my life and so I wanted to make the world pay for my pain and sadness.

One night, exactly a month after I had turned 14, I woek up my brother Ricky in the middle of the night and told him I was running away. I wanted him to come with me because he was the only freind I had ever had. Although I didn’t tell him, I wouldn’t have left without my brother. He agreed and I told him to pack up all of his possesions which only took a few seconds.

Our mom wasn’t home, probably out drinking, and so we left the apartment and our old lives behind. I had a lock pick I had saved up for months to buy so we broke into the Potion Shop to get some supplies. My brother didn’t object. I told him to stand guard outside. If anyone did come by they wouldn’t think anything of it. It’s was normal to see people out in the middle of the night in Kerning City.

I skilfully picked the lock in seconds. I had been practicing for a few weeks on our apartment door. The coast was clear and so I stepped inside. The potions were just lying around so I stole a dozen or so of the strongest they had along with some food. The old borwn sack I had taken from our house was bulging. My brother gave me a thumbs up and so I came back out and shut the door behind me.

He had asked me where we were going now but I said that we needed to make one more stop. Of course it was the weapon shop. The sign outside said ‘Weapons for Self Defense’. Not exactly accurate. I picked that lock as well but it was a little more challenging. When I stepped in the door the lights were out and it was pitch black. I swung me hands in front of me and felt something. I swore when I found out what it was in front of me.

The shop owner. He held a large metal blade a few inches from my face. I held my hands up and braced myself for the blow. But he lowered the weapon and said soemthing to me. ‘Hey, I know you’. I swore again. This man knew my family and how each of us looked. Me and my brother both had brown hair and black eyes. He put his hand on my shoulder but I shook him off. I wanted to run but my legs wouldn’t cooperate.

He grabbed my hand this time and I called for my brother. But when I looked out the door he was gone. Just then a throwing star came through the air and stuck into a peice of wood a half a inch from the man’s head. I heard a voice ‘don’t move!’. It was my brother. He came forward with a blade much the like the store owners and a pouch full of what I suspected to be throwing stars. He threw me the weapon which I caught then pointed at the man. I threatened him to never tell anyone about what he saw or I would come back for him.

Unfortunantly he was not scared. He grabbed my wrist and twisted it. The weapon fell to the floor and he raised his own weapon. But he had made a mistake. A throwing star came through the air and struck him in the back. He stumbled over and I grabbed him weapon from him. He charged at me but I swung the dagger cutting him across his forearm. He then was stabbed again and again by the stars as he tried to regain his balence. I kicked him which sent the man to the floor. Then I motioned my brother over to me and we ran out of the store. Just before we left I held up to fingers to my head and saluted him with an evil grin on my face.

Now that we were ready I said where we were going. Lith Harbor. We had to move fast because the body, if he was dead, would be discovered by tommorow and we would be reported missing very soon. So with that we headed to the west of the city never turning back.

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Thanks you for reading and comment if you think I should continue this or not.