Thief
Standing on the wet stool I could feel the dry rope scrape down against my neck. Looking into the eyes of the mob I knew this was the end. Suddenly the hang man gave me a worrying stare through his black hood and started to edge towards me. Taking my last breaths of the dirty, misty air all I could do was close my eyes and wait. Hearing the hard breathing of the hangman in my ear I thought this was it…
No money or food was not first rate. Living on a dirty loaf of bread wasn’t fun. Thieving was my only option. Stealing wasn’t something I chose to do; it was something I had to do. Money, food, bracelets, necklaces anything I would take it. I needed help and robbery was my saviour! Despite the risks thieves thrived in the city and it was the day that changed my life when I committed my first crime.
Creeping in the shadows I waited for my first victim. Despite the cold, warmth filled inside me and as the moment got closer. I prepared myself for the first heist. It didn’t take long. Suddenly a drunken wealthy man staggered out of the tavern, this was the perfect target. A bubbly fizz crept inside of my hands, spying a leather pouch hanging from his belt made me more intrigued, this was the best feeling I’d ever felt. Hastily I whipped out my blunt rusty knife, he looked round and stared curiously but the man instantly realised what was about to happen, then my feelings dropped. Unexpectedly he punched me with his hard, big fingered hand, but this wasn’t the end. With all my excitement and anger I slit the knife easily into his chest. The huge corpulent figure crumbled to the ground. Kneeling in the ever growing pool of claret I cut off the pouch and fled from the scene holding my broken, bruised nose. I didn’t dare looking back but the haunting grown of the victim wouldn’t leave my head.
I paused against a black brick wall, the images of what I just did quickly raced through my mind. Soiled on my hands was the blood of my first target, what else was going to come?
Subsequently I ate better than ever, and in addition I wanted to carry on my mugging life. All of the upsides of killing lured me in.
Not long after I went in for my second victim, hoping no one would notice me. Taverns were the golden place to go, and that’s where I went. Lurking in the darkness I waited for the one. I had different tactics this time, and this was going to be easier. Then a young sot walked unsteadily out of the tavern. This wasn’t going to be hard. I placed my hand round him and slipped my hand into his dusty pocket. To my surprise I pulled out a smooth, golden pocket sundial. Jackpot! I knew these were worth money so without hesitation I bounded off.
Just in that week I had more than enough money. But my obsession wasn’t the killing, it was the wealth. I always needed more money, and it wasn’t hard because my riches came easy. This unhealthy interest was my downfall. Wealth.
Because thieving was so easy I didn’t need to be careful, or so I thought. Two men appeared from both sides of the alleyway. Confused I didn’t know what to do, nonetheless the two men started to close in on me. Suddenly as the men got closer and closer I soon realised. Parish police!
I knew the punishment for thieving and murder. Were all of the heists worth my life?
By Felix Trevelyan
Standing on the wet stool I could feel the dry rope scrape down against my neck. Looking into the eyes of the mob I knew this was the end. Suddenly the hang man gave me a worrying stare through his black hood and started to edge towards me. Taking my last breaths of the dirty, misty air all I could do was close my eyes and wait. Hearing the hard breathing of the hangman in my ear I thought this was it…
No money or food was not first rate. Living on a dirty loaf of bread wasn’t fun. Thieving was my only option. Stealing wasn’t something I chose to do; it was something I had to do. Money, food, bracelets, necklaces anything I would take it. I needed help and robbery was my saviour! Despite the risks thieves thrived in the city and it was the day that changed my life when I committed my first crime.
Creeping in the shadows I waited for my first victim. Despite the cold, warmth filled inside me and as the moment got closer. I prepared myself for the first heist. It didn’t take long. Suddenly a drunken wealthy man staggered out of the tavern, this was the perfect target. A bubbly fizz crept inside of my hands, spying a leather pouch hanging from his belt made me more intrigued, this was the best feeling I’d ever felt. Hastily I whipped out my blunt rusty knife, he looked round and stared curiously but the man instantly realised what was about to happen, then my feelings dropped. Unexpectedly he punched me with his hard, big fingered hand, but this wasn’t the end. With all my excitement and anger I slit the knife easily into his chest. The huge corpulent figure crumbled to the ground. Kneeling in the ever growing pool of claret I cut off the pouch and fled from the scene holding my broken, bruised nose. I didn’t dare looking back but the haunting grown of the victim wouldn’t leave my head.
I paused against a black brick wall, the images of what I just did quickly raced through my mind. Soiled on my hands was the blood of my first target, what else was going to come?
Subsequently I ate better than ever, and in addition I wanted to carry on my mugging life. All of the upsides of killing lured me in.
Not long after I went in for my second victim, hoping no one would notice me. Taverns were the golden place to go, and that’s where I went. Lurking in the darkness I waited for the one. I had different tactics this time, and this was going to be easier. Then a young sot walked unsteadily out of the tavern. This wasn’t going to be hard. I placed my hand round him and slipped my hand into his dusty pocket. To my surprise I pulled out a smooth, golden pocket sundial. Jackpot! I knew these were worth money so without hesitation I bounded off.
Just in that week I had more than enough money. But my obsession wasn’t the killing, it was the wealth. I always needed more money, and it wasn’t hard because my riches came easy. This unhealthy interest was my downfall. Wealth.
Because thieving was so easy I didn’t need to be careful, or so I thought. Two men appeared from both sides of the alleyway. Confused I didn’t know what to do, nonetheless the two men started to close in on me. Suddenly as the men got closer and closer I soon realised. Parish police!
I knew the punishment for thieving and murder. Were all of the heists worth my life?
By Felix Trevelyan