Blood, Sweat and Tears

(Krishna narrating)

"You idiot, I'm going to kill you!" yelled Pythagoras, while he was taking his shoes off.

"I'm already dead..." said Beethoven. After he said that Pythagoras ran towards him and started punching him, all you could hear was Beethoven's crying and Pythagoras screams.

"Stop it!" yelled the driver, then he took Pythagoras by the neck and threw him across the room.

Pythagoras's head was covered in blood and his body looked like an empty potato bag. I saw the driver taking Beethoven's hand and tying it to the bed, then he grabbed me by my neck and sat me side by side with Beethoven and tied my hand with the bed too. He did the same thing to Pythagoras, when he was done tying us he closed the door and left us in that dirty little room.

"By the way I'm not sorry, you deserved it" whispered Beethoven.

"Shut up... I don't wanna hear your stupid voice again" said Pythagoras looking at him.

"Are we still friends or are you going to kill me while I'm asleep?" asked Beethoven.

"You will never get rid of me so easily and I'm not such an a-hole, unlike you" said Pythagoras.

"We have to get out of here" I said trying to break my hand free.

"He's going to kill us if we escape" said Beethoven looking at me.

"And what do you suggest?" said Pythagoras.

"The truck, let's escape while we are in the truck!" replied Beethoven with a little bit of excitement.

"How are we going to do that? We lost one hand, remember?" I asked.

"Hand, not our legs" said Pythagoras looking at my legs.

(3 hours later)

"Wake up... Oh God, you guys stink!" said the driver while cutting the rope that held us tied to the bed.

"Nothing we can do about it..." said Pythagoras while stretching his arms.

"Go, take a shower I'll fetch you some clothes" replied the driver with his hand around his nose.

And so we did, the water so cold that you could feel how it became ice when it touched our skin. It was only one bathroom, we gave each other ten minutes to take a shower, although I think I only took five. The clothes that the driver gave us were warm and smelled good, which was a bit odd considering how nasty the house looked.

"You done?" asked the driver.

"Yes" we replied while going downstairs.

"Let's get to work" said the driver opening the front door.

We stepped outside, with every breeze of the wind I could feel how my ears froze. Then we went in the truck, the only seat available was next to the driver, so we pushed ourselves to get as far as possible from him. We went to the same bar we went when we first started stealing.

"Get out" yelled the driver while opening the door.

"Are you guys ready?" asked Beethoven getting ready to run.

"He's going to see us... Let's go inside and escape through the back door" suggested Pythagoras looking at the driver.

"Stop looking at him, he will suspect something is wrong" I said grabbing his arm and pulling it towards the door.

We entered the bar, it had the same sad vibe and full with drunk men. We got split up by a multitude of singing drunk men, we started reaching other people's pocket searching for money. Everything was fine until the half-naked woman saw our hands and threatened the driver into calling the police. Of course he lied to her saying that he was our uncle and that we used prosthetics and that's why she always saw us with two hands.

"Oh, really? Where are they then? And why is their blood dripping all over the damn floor?" asked the half-naked woman.

"None of your damn business, now stay away from me you **** (had to be censured, not in the kids dictionary)" replied the driver pushing her away from us.

In a matter of minutes another bar fight started, but this time it was all them men versus the driver, who was now laying on the ground. I knew it was our time to run and get the hell out of here. We dodged all the beers and cups that were flying around the bar. We reached the back door and ran until our lungs couldn't hold anymore. Another successful escape, from children to thieves, now from thieves to fugitives. Couldn't this get any better?