The Juvenile Hall Thief: Knock, knock…
by Jimmy
Getting closer to Sam Hells street Silas Dark sniffs
the cool night air, freedom tastes so sweet even among the scattering of nearby
cookouts in the early summer heat. Silas Dark amuses himself with images of Sam
Hell in front of him pleading with his ugly red eyes when he spots a shifting
running individual. He’s shirtless and running proudly, sweat above his brow
but Silas would know that frown from anywhere: it’s the Devilboy himself.
“Keep going,” Silas snarls to the thief. “I want to
get there before he returns and give him a tasteful surprise when he gets
there. A little… housewarming gift.”
“Anything you say, but I want to hurt the brat.”
“That you will thief that you will.”
Cruising along a nearby street, the thief pulls along
until they fall under the shadow of a large pine and cuts the engine. The car
takes a moment to cool off, the engine still buzzing.
“Now let’s go.”
Doors open and shut, and the pair walk side by side.
Silas Dark wears a mask, like the thief but he made sure to put in his
contacts. His eyes are pitch black like midnight and he wants this to be the
last image that Sam Hell sees before he destroys him, making him kneel in front
of him.
“Back door,” Silas Dark tells the thief. “They will be
under the mat, my contact has informed me.”
“Perfect, I’ll kill the power…like before.”





