Theif-chapter 2

She was strolling now, sauntering. She knew what repeated actions would take place next: "View, Grab, Stuff." the words echoed in her head as she gazed at the many artistic works labeled upon the various shelves and mounts along the corridor's walls, like an art critic.

Among them, a pair of bronze arrowheads layed across a narrow platform, their labels described them as being sacred to the ancient Olmecs. A fragile glass plate thought to be over five-hundred years old. A tall, earthy vase with a design of rose petals ciculing it's base. All these might sell well she thought, as if she actually was in this for money instead for the thrill. She stuffed her burlap bag with her new found treasures. Maybe she should have been a little more careful, (The loud CRACK from the plate told her so) but it wouldn't matter to the theif; there was a whole lot more merchandise to "purchase".

Around three hours later, (of course it seemed like three minutes to the girl) her eyes caught a glimpse of sunlight from the portraying stain glass window from above the building. Stomping her foot down hard and agitated, the devious youth hauled her bag over her shoulders, the female version of Saint Nick who wouldn't be giving anything to anyone, and scuttled over to her balcony which she had entered from.

There, New Guy was sound alseep, more unconscience than really "asleep", but there he lay, petrified. The girl latched herself firmly onto the gravveling hook's cord, and swung her body down to the ground.

When her feet hit the earth, she bent and rolled over to the nearby hedges, executing a perfect form and pose. Rising, she boastfully bowed to her imaginery audience. And without a further finale or encore, she was off.
But apparently someone else was as well.
Someone quick, someone who was advancing on her fast.

The girl dressed in black had hardly a second to react, but with her swiftness, she needed only half that time to whirl around and charge into her pursuer.

So what was holding her back? The bag! It was too heavy! Too heavy to blend in with her agility! She couldn't run away. She had to do something!

And then, like a firecracker, she gripped the bag, even tighter, and hurled it at her chaser, not checking her target.
She should have.
She continued to sprint, and waited for the piercing, shatering sound from the antiques to the enemy's body. When the sound did not come, she did something an escape should NEVER do.

She looked back.