Thief Fanfiction
Missing
Chapter One
There was something off when she entered her home. Her grey eyes had glanced around to see if she can find anything that was out of place, or something missing. All her things were still there, not having moved an inch since she left that day. Her legs carried her over a ledge falling down to the second level of her home. Well, she guess some people wouldn’t consider a warehouse a home. If anything, they would say it’s too dangerous to be in such an old building that looks like it may collapse at any given time. But she loved it. Spacious, yet easy to hide in plain sight.
When she landed softly on the ground, she thought she saw a shadow walking away from her board that was clear of papers. Most of it been stored away since her last job which wasn’t long ago. “Come out.” She commanded in a rather calm tone. A tone you wouldn’t hear any other homeowner say when someone decides to break in your house. The young girl walked over to the makeshift desk that she acquired over time. A scratched up wooden desk, the color of the wood now turning into a greenish color. The drawing missing so she had to use boxes instead. And the candle that was already melted away from the long hours of looking at maps and paper that her clients would give her.
The shadow had formed out, but she didn’t see. He had walked up from behind her quietly in a manner that a thief would walk in. Of course, she thought a bit bitterly. Not that she hated thieves, since she was one as well. However, when another thief decides to take what you steal was just plain rude and annoying.
“I heard you were good at tracking people.” A gruff voice sounded, seeming to echo in this fairly large building. Turning over, the woman saw the familiar face of the wanted thief that the guards have been trying to catch, but with no success.
“That’s right.” She responded calmly again. Her bottom now sitting on the top of her desk. Another client was just what she needed. Some distraction from all the chaos that just went out of control. “Who are you trying to find, Mr. Thief?” She asked with the contexts that she knew who he is. She watched him dig into one of his many pockets. The sound of ruffling paper came, then the unfolding it. The man then handed it over to the track. It was a drawn image of a girl. A girl she swore she met before, but couldn’t for the life of her think of where.
The thief had let the woman gaze at it for a moment. Getting every details from the hair, to the pointed chin. Her grey eyes shifting from one side of the paper to the other. “Her name is Erin.” An answer that he gave when she was about to ask the very question. “She’s been....missing for a couple of months now.”
That was going to be a bit tougher to work on. A few months is a long time in terms of tracking down someone. Though, she was always up for a challenge. “You paused there.” She noted to him, now looking up from the paper. The famous thief looked away from her not going into much details just yet. A look of solemn guilt and worry twisting in his eyes, unlike the stoic face he was trying to keep up. “Listen, Garett was it?” He nod his head somewhat unsettled that she knew his name. Then again he knew hers was well. It could be because every person who works in the shadows have one mutual, how you say, friend. “I need you to give any kind of information you have about this girl. We won’t have to go into the nitty gritty yet, but you have to work with me here.”
Garrett thought on this, having decided that he would go through with this, he had to do what he can now. The action of him taking a seat, rather stiffly, gave her the answer that he would allow her to help. “So, Dannie.” He paused to see her reaction. A slow blink with a nonchalant expression was what he receive. “What do you need to know for right now?”
A grin plaster on her average lips. Pink in color, chapped from the dry air the circulated in the building. “First off, are you willing to pay up. I can’t just do this for free now.” Garett figured as much. He brought out a bag filled with silver and gold coins. The brown pouch fitted into his palms. Should be enough for food supplies and bribing anyone to get information for this job. “Right then. First, I need to know where she lived. And then we’ll go from there.” She told him. Garett had since relaxed the stiff shoulders he had the entire time. But he still was closed off as he should be.
