Part 1 Prologue: A twisted soul
Rain showered down upon me as I ran deftly through alleys and hopped over fences as my brother continued ahead leading me closer and closer to our hideout.
“Keep up with me Sorrel or you just might get caught!” My older brother Saph chuckled as we continued on.
“This had to be the best heist we were able to pull off yet!” I shouted, thinking about all the things we could be able to buy and the places we’d be able to go.
We finally came within proximity of our little makeshift home until we were surrounded by lawmen. My brother pushed me back and told me everything was going to be alright as I watched him engage the lawmen.
“How’s it going fellas? Everything alright?”
“Saph, I can’t bail you out anymore, you’re under arrest.”
“C’mon, Hill, you can’t do this, can’t you pull the strings?”
“Not anymore damn it! You and your misfit brother here have been draining the wealth of this city dry and we can’t allow that!”
“You know this is all we can resort to Hill. Due to my family’s history me and him aren’t even applicable for the lowest of occupations so larceny is all we got. You can’t do this to us, I…he’ll die, I don’t know any other way to keep a stream of food coming.” Saph's face began to bore a worried expression but then changed into a slightly more content one.
He looked at me with a smile, he told me to go inside the house while he dealt with the lawmen. I did as I was told, but I peered out the door. He continued to persuade the lawman but it wasn’t enough. I saw them draw their guns at him, he didn’t back down at all. I heard them shouting at him, but he completely ignored them. He looked over at the door and saw me. He mouthed the words “Run” and it was then…it was then I saw my only family…the one I ever knew get shot down in cold blood. I ram over to my brother’s lifeless body, thinking I could bring him back somehow but I knew it was useless.
The lawmen focused their attention on me and were getting ready to fire, but I had ran behind one of them and causing them to wound one of their men allowing me to take his gun and pick them off. I dropped the gun and took a moment to see what actually had happened. There were lawmen dead along with my brother before me. I told myself that there can be no going back on this and two years later, at age fifteen I became the most notorious thief in Storms-Wallow and infamous for killing any lawmen I encountered from that day on to avenge the death of my brother carry on a tradition of mass larceny and mayhem.