HUNG!
When a rope is positioned around your neck, you know that your life is about to end. I remember looking to my side and seeing the look on the hang man’s face, I knew there was no turning back now…
It was when my dad died I knew I had to take up thievery. He was the only one that kept us alive, the only one that brought money in for the family. Without George we wouldn’t have any money, let alone food.
I needed to find my first victim. As I slipped through the doors of the tavern there were plenty of possible prey, but all the eyes were on me. My plan was to wait outside until the perfect target emerged. There she was! The woman was perfect, the necklace was positioned behind her hair but I could easily slip my hand through her blonde mane. I had the perfect chance to pounce. My adrenalin levels raised and my emotions over flew. As the drunken figure emerged from the tavern I prepared my blade. I knew it was the necklace that I was going for. It needed to be a quick slice on the back of the pearl covered lace. Slice. Blood was not a good sign. But ad least I had got some of the pearls in my leather pouch. I turned to run but I could hear the furry in the lady’s voice,”COME BACK HERE WITH THOSE PEARLS, YOU ZANY!”
If I got back in time it would have saved my family’s life. Fortunately I was a speedy runner. Hearing those words echoing in my head did not help, but I was spurred on by my huge success. It was a long way getting back to my side of the ‘glorious city’. I hoped my next thievery would be much, much easier.
Next time I would do the same thing, outside the same tavern but I would pretend to be their friend and ‘help them out’. But I would actually just lift whatever I could from their leather pouch.
Thievery was now becoming a bit of a hobby; it came natural to me now. As I was now doing it as a day to day job I was beginning to get a bit lazy and sloppy.
It all started when I forgot to stay in the shadows. Someone recognised me from the past thievery. Before I could run I was trapped from both ends of the dark ally way. I knew there was no turning back.
When a rope is positioned around your neck, you know that your life is about to end. I remember looking to my side and seeing the look on the hang man’s face, I knew there was no turning back …
By Jonas Kunst
When a rope is positioned around your neck, you know that your life is about to end. I remember looking to my side and seeing the look on the hang man’s face, I knew there was no turning back now…
It was when my dad died I knew I had to take up thievery. He was the only one that kept us alive, the only one that brought money in for the family. Without George we wouldn’t have any money, let alone food.
I needed to find my first victim. As I slipped through the doors of the tavern there were plenty of possible prey, but all the eyes were on me. My plan was to wait outside until the perfect target emerged. There she was! The woman was perfect, the necklace was positioned behind her hair but I could easily slip my hand through her blonde mane. I had the perfect chance to pounce. My adrenalin levels raised and my emotions over flew. As the drunken figure emerged from the tavern I prepared my blade. I knew it was the necklace that I was going for. It needed to be a quick slice on the back of the pearl covered lace. Slice. Blood was not a good sign. But ad least I had got some of the pearls in my leather pouch. I turned to run but I could hear the furry in the lady’s voice,”COME BACK HERE WITH THOSE PEARLS, YOU ZANY!”
If I got back in time it would have saved my family’s life. Fortunately I was a speedy runner. Hearing those words echoing in my head did not help, but I was spurred on by my huge success. It was a long way getting back to my side of the ‘glorious city’. I hoped my next thievery would be much, much easier.
Next time I would do the same thing, outside the same tavern but I would pretend to be their friend and ‘help them out’. But I would actually just lift whatever I could from their leather pouch.
Thievery was now becoming a bit of a hobby; it came natural to me now. As I was now doing it as a day to day job I was beginning to get a bit lazy and sloppy.
It all started when I forgot to stay in the shadows. Someone recognised me from the past thievery. Before I could run I was trapped from both ends of the dark ally way. I knew there was no turning back.
When a rope is positioned around your neck, you know that your life is about to end. I remember looking to my side and seeing the look on the hang man’s face, I knew there was no turning back …
By Jonas Kunst