3 Target for today
'Rumble'
In his dream the skies started changing from a beautiful blue to a dark blue.
The bright sun now blanketed by a blanket of darkness, only to be replaced by the red moon. Alex couldn't help but feel dread at the current situation.
A lone figure was visible walking in the night. It was only a small silhouette, but anyone who saw it, would feel it to be eerie. The figure was wearing a cloak which hid his body.
'That figure' Alex thought in his mind. 'It looks familiar!'
'Alex!' The familiar figure faced Alex and called out. As if he knew him. But Alex can't put his finger into who he was, since his face was hidden within the hood
'Wake up!' the figure/voice urged.
'I said WAKE UP!' enraged
Alex eyes opened.
He sat in his bed.
Took in everything around him and breath a sigh.
He was back to reality.
Alex opened his eyes.
'Damn I was getting in the good parts' an annoyed Alex was complaining as he sat up straight in his bed.
'Knock!'
'Knock!'
'Wake Up!' A loud voice was heard from behind the doors. 'Before I break this f*cking door down!'
Alex sighed. He quickly hid all his valuable in a small compartment under his bed.
Alex lived on a wooden house. He had no money to buy a stone house nor built one. He has lived in this house for a few years already. One day 2 years ago, he noticed a loose plank and created a small compartment underneath.
He started waking towards the door.
creak! creak!
Every step he took created sounds. Until he was at the front of the door.
'I can hear you! Open this door right now or i'll break it down!' the man behind the door wouldn't calm down.
Alex opened the door once he was close enough.
'You're awake little a**hole! Do you know how long i've been waiting here?! Go get to work! A small bald man was standing in front of the door.
Alex looked apologetic and said 'Sorry! I wasn't paying attention and overslept'
Better end this discussion fast. The bald man raised his eyebrows and scrutinized Alex, 'Since you apologized. I won't make matters worse''
'Thank you' Alex forced a smiled.
'But on the condition you double today's quota!' The bald man grinned evily, stupid boy! as if it was that easy!
'How can you do this?!' His eyes wide open, 'I barely get by everyday! with more work how can you expect me to survive!' Alex was angered, his eyes looked ready for the kill.
'Its either you want to meet the boss or you do what I tell you'
Alex restrained himself, 'It's not time yet. I can't act now, or it's all over!' He looked the bald man straight in the eye and breathe a sigh.
'Fine! I'll do i!'
The bald man started laughing, 'Good one kid! For once I thought you really might jump in and kill me! Such ferocity for a child. I like that!' he patted Alex in the back and continued laughing.
Alex could only keep himself calm and walked away.
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This was modern world, not in some archaic or ancient world where the strong prey on the weak. Where people need to kill to survive.
But you don't know and understand it is still the same, people are still the same, and the world is still the same.
It was just called differently.
If not for his ingenuity and slyness. He might not ever lived to this day. He didn't have a job, or maybe he has if you say being a thief is a job.
Alex ran and being familiar in this area, he can navigate through quite easily. He reached a distant shed, where he keeps all his equipments.
Alex was born somewhere in the U.S. he ran away from home at the age of 8 years old. He went through a lot of hardships to survive this harsh world. He picked up quite a few things for survival, like pickpocketing and theft.
At the young age of 9 he was able to steal anything he wanted as long he had enough time.
When he was 10 Alex was trafficked out of the U.S. and had to work for half a year, before he was able to escape. He had to devise a new plan to escape, it took him long but was successful in his escape.
Now he was 15. He had never done decent jobs, and if there were available job no one would dare hire him, a liar, a swindler, a thief.
Gathering his equipments, he dresssed into what people may call homeless, dirty shit with stains and holes and tattered pants. He tied his messy hair with a red string.
Alex closed his eyes, inhaling deeply and exhaled. He opened his eyes and said, 'New day equals new beginnings'
Once he was done preparing he was ready to travel towards the city, he grabbed his bag and left. He used his skateboard to travel, he often used it because he liked it. It needs balance and precision to be able to move forward and do tricks.
He passed people after people and reached an alley way in the city. Since his current location was a bit far from the city it took him an hour to get there.
He took out a worn down map. The map has marks everywhere and every mark has a short paper stuck to it. Inside the paper was filled with infos. Like in a nearby train station it said that the best time for pickpocketing was at 11 in the morning and 4 at noon.
He checked his watched and it was 7 in the morning. He looked towards his map and looked at the best place to start his business.
He recalled at a certain alleyway there was a few people who walks there in the morning he couldn't help but recall. He grabbed a red pencil from his bag, and marked down that area with a small X, and took a note and wrote down the area, description other infos.
He carefully took back the map and placed it in the bag.
He went to the location of the map he marked, it only took a few minutes because he went there a few times before.
Raising his left hand he slightly turned it and looked at the time. It was already 7:50.
lets wait for a new prey, Alex thought.
Soon just a few seconds since his arrival, he saw his target for today.
