A figure races through a crowded market street, money leaking from a bag he holds deathly close to his chest. He turns his head and grimaces at the fleet of patrol officer's running after him, swinging their baton's and bellowing harsh words with wild looks plastered onto their helmeted faces.
"HAH!" Shouted the figure, a smirk melting the grimace from his face. He turned his head back just as tragedy struck. He crashed through the blinking wooden 'Warning! Pot Hole!' sign and went sprawling into the darkness, the green paper fluttering aimlessly around him.
A crack rippled through the dark crevasse, radiating the feeling of the burglars pain. He let out a steaming hiss of pain, rolling over to his side and taking his fractured arm with a bruised and bloodied hand. "Well well well. Lucas, you finally came." A voice said calmly, it sounded like the flames of a burning fire, calm yet so unsafe. Lucas' eyes widened at the mention of his name. He got to his feet shakily, squinting as he glanced cautiously around. The drip of water was barely noticeable over the drumming of his heart in his ears, and to the near center of the darkness, a fire burned. Two red eyes glowed with sympathy for the broken robber.
"HAH!" Shouted the figure, a smirk melting the grimace from his face. He turned his head back just as tragedy struck. He crashed through the blinking wooden 'Warning! Pot Hole!' sign and went sprawling into the darkness, the green paper fluttering aimlessly around him.
A crack rippled through the dark crevasse, radiating the feeling of the burglars pain. He let out a steaming hiss of pain, rolling over to his side and taking his fractured arm with a bruised and bloodied hand. "Well well well. Lucas, you finally came." A voice said calmly, it sounded like the flames of a burning fire, calm yet so unsafe. Lucas' eyes widened at the mention of his name. He got to his feet shakily, squinting as he glanced cautiously around. The drip of water was barely noticeable over the drumming of his heart in his ears, and to the near center of the darkness, a fire burned. Two red eyes glowed with sympathy for the broken robber.