07-19-2010, 11:43 PM
Foot steps.
You couldn't hear them as the crowd moved. But someone was running. Ahead, a woman was taking her purse off her shoulder. Perfect. Robbing someone took multiple steps. Step One, scoping out the area and making sure it was safe from any police officer. Other citizens didn't care if someone was robbed or not, it wasn't their place. This area was perfectly clear. Step Two, move quickly. What good is it to be a thief if the person started to scream for help, and one sensible hero of the day was around? He quickly picked up his pace moving closer to the target. Step Three, making the grab. It was an easy enough attempt, no? Some people made it harder for a would-be-purse-napper to steal a simple object.
Of course, he knew a trick or two. He tripped himself and hit the woman hard, causing her to stumble out of the way, on his way down he snatched the purse out of her hands and took off in a sprint. He laughed gently and started running as fast as her could. "Step Four," He said out loud, listening to the woman scream and shout for him to stop, a smug smile appeared on his face. "Run like hell."
"Get back here! Help! Someone! That man just robbed me!"
People stopped what they were doing and stared on in disbelief as the man rounded a corner and disappeared. He kept running knowing that it was only a matter of time until someone had given chase. The alley he went into appeared to be a dead end at first. However, a medium built brute of a man stood at the end of the alley. That man looked up directly at the purse-snatcher, and the purse-snatcher could see that the man was battered, scarred, destroyed, and utterly gruesome.
That man started to take slow steps towards the purse-snatcher when he stopped and started to push a dumpster out of the way, revealing a hidden door, pushing the door open, the brute waved towards the purse-snatcher. The snatcher smiled, nodding to his new found friend and headed inside.
The door slammed shut behind him and he felt a sudden shove followed by the cocking of a pistol. "Came wandering down the wrong alley, lad." The brute said, the snatcher turned around quickly, his eyes widened when he saw that the pistol was leveled at him. "And yer name would be?" The brute continued.
He hesitated, looking from the purse, to the barrel of the pistol, and then to the hideous brute. "J-Johnathan Lewis Caldwell. O-or as I'm most famously known as, Johnny Snatcher."
The Brute smiled, amused, "Ye know the steps t' robbin' someone, lad?"
Johnny nodded, "Y-yes, I..do."
The Brute's smile grew larger as he continued pointing the pistol at Johnny, "And do ye know what they are?"
"Step One, scoping out the area. Make sure there aren't any police around. Step Two, select an unsuspecting target, and move quickly a thief isn't good to himself if he's caught. Step three, make the grab, using any means necessary to distract the target. Step four, run like hell." Johnny replied rather rapidly, glancing over at the purse, then back at the Brute.
"Ye do know that step five is t' not stumble int' territory that isn't yers." The Brute remarked, a hideous smirk appearing on his cut up face. "Ye made a mistake lad."
"Morris! Leave the poor boy alone, and for crying out loud. Put the bloody gun down." Came another voice, and Johnny could hear footsteps, he turned slightly to see another man, wearing what seemed to be a bartenders outfit. The next thing he notice was a rather large, monkey like animal walking lazily towards him.
"Uh..." Johnny said, slowly getting to his feet. "Who are you chaps?"