Justified Crime

All the while his eyes remained fixed on the target, more like a hawk but a little less creepy or obvious.

He had to as well as match the timing and if he didn't he could possiply end up in deep trouble.

The target moved leisurely as if contemplating on where to step.

The rich fellpw was in fact too proud to step on mud,peels of fruits and garbage i the streets. This made him the perfect target.

Moreover he wore glamorous green robes adorned with golden emblems and a pot belly as a cherry on the cake.A slave trader,this made stealing from him more justified.

He lunged foward to the ground making it look as if he had tripped over him. The pot belly shot shrieked and pushed him away.

A gold tooth shot up with a whizz of bad breath as he opened his mouth,"Watch where you are going dirty punk!"

"Sorry sir" Xavier whimpered as he mouth quivered. He knew it would work. The pot belly gleamed seeing him like this and waved his big finger for him to scramble which he did.

Xavier knew this bought him some time so he ran. He glanced back as the latter checked his pockets amd immeadiately turned to him. Xavier didn't wait for him to say the words.

"THIEF!"

He was hot on his heels dodging fruit peels and jumping fruit stalls and pigeon coop with encouraging words like 'go get him' or 'run him down the corner or ' 50 coppers on his head' being thrown around him.

He arrived at the alley with the detour to the city and quickly entered the alley.

No one reasonable would hide in the alley instead of heading to the city where one could just mingle with the rest, that's what he thought.

The pursuers arrived at the cross road and thought that way and took the street but not so smoothly.

Xavier stared at the pigeon and it stared back.He shaked his head and pressed his finger on his lips,"don't..."

The pigeon squawked and they turned and he yelped.Three not so friendly bulky guys flanked the alley's entrance.He stared at them then the forty foot wall and the pigeon then gnashed his teeth.

Xavier dashed faster than the husky guy could react and instead latched to the wall stepping on it and he jumped. A feet only a mad man could try but he spun in the air as he proppelled to the roof not to be seen.

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XAVIER'S POV

My name is Xavier, just Xavier.

Am a homeless kid who steals to survive, judge me if you can but I steal from those who have to much on their plate like slave traders. I hate those jerks.

Why? They kinda made me into this. You see my mother used to tell me that my father was the most gallant kind swordsman that ever lived untill they saw his potential and exploited it.

The rich and high social class had taken advantage of the island's position of trade in the world and began slave trade.The common folk were made enslaved and sold to other continents. This evil bore another , the rich forced the slaves to fight each other for their entertainment offering pay and hopes of freedom. My father was one...a gladiator ,fighting for his wife and unborn child.

He died when i was still young and could barely utter a word.My mother followed suite when I was ten, don't kow how but Lex , our neighbor had told me when I came home to find them burning her corpse. I cried ,felt angry ,kicked some rocks,cried again over and over. You can understand me better now,right?

why i steal?To get back at rich people?Yes and no.Because it is the only choice I had at the moment.

"Fight and survive" my mom,Olivia had told me,probably the last words she told me the day she sent me on an errand. I took them seriously and it awakaned something in me ...a power surged through me. I felt it last year when I turned eighteen .

I felt more alive than before, i could feel the air or the air could feel me. Kazz,my friend mate and accomplce in theft called it magic.I just say the wind simply obeys me.

My revenge against those spoiled brats, my anger awakaned against all of them untill I met her...Jane of aisle