Wasn't Suppose to End This Way - faze1315 (spiritual books to read .TXT) 📗

I hid in the shadows as the guard walked past me; his flash light hit me, but he didn’t notice. He was too busy listening to the baseball game on his radio to notice anything. I waited till I couldn’t hear the game anymore and I walked out of my corner into a nice looking lobby. White couch were in the corner, there was many dark wood desks scattered everywhere.
The halls were usually silent at this time, but my boots squeaked as I walked to the stair case. I was going to the tenth floor, but using the elevator would just be stupid; too many cameras and you could hear the elevators ding throughout the building.
I pushed open the heavy metal doors and started my way up the staircase.
One the tenth floor was more offices, but they were closely pushed together almost like a maze. In the distance I could see a guard’s flashlight. I made the quick decided to hop onto the desk and jump onto the beams holding the ceiling up. It only took me a couple of seconds, right on time because the guard walked right below me.
My mask covered my jagged breathing, but the guard was hyper aware, he took his job seriously. It was a chubby man, about the same height as me, with a balding head. He directed his light everywhere even under the desk, I was thinking of hiding under.
Before he could leave I fell on top of him, knocking him out. I dragged his body under a desk and started to look door office B54. It was at the end of a very long hallway. I pulled out a pin from my backpack, going old school and opened the door.
I searched the room; it was a small office with a small window to comment it. A small desk with pictures of ids filling every space it could and hung up on the walls too. I didn’t look at the picture long though, because I had a safe to look for.
There was also a bookshelf inside, but nothing but picture was on there. The only thing other than a picture was a book, with I pulled. The bookshelf moved over by itself and a beautiful metal safe was inside of the wall.
I pulled out my phone and connected it to the safe. There was a keypad on the safe; my phone started to go through numbers finding the right combination. Minutes later the safe opened up. Thousands of dollars were stacked in there almost overflowing and spilling out, but I wasn’t there for the money.
At the bottom of the money was a folder. I quickly shoved it into my backpack, then a felt the cool metal of a gun press to my temple, “Step away from the safe.”
I lifted my hands and turned around. A male stood inches from me; he had black hair that fell in front of his face, but you could still see the scar running across the eye and down his cheek. His eyes were an aqua blue which stood out against the all black he was wearing. “I am not here for money.” I walked against the wall and played with the straps of my backpack.
The man looked at me, assessing me before turning to the safe. “Why are you here then?” He put his gun into his waistband and started shoving money into his bag.
“Not important, just be out of here in ten minutes,” I ran out of the room and climbed the staircase to the roof. I stayed there for a while looking at the beautiful city. I didn’t realize how much time started to pass because the alarms started to go off. Three guards stood on the other side of the roof.
I hooked myself to the zip line and pushed off the ceiling, “get back here.” I landed on the other building and turned around to flip them off. I didn’t waste time though; I pushed the door open and rand down the stairs.
I didn’t stop until I was five blocks away from the building. I hid in an alleyway when officers drove by. I quickly stripped and replaced my clothing with a floral print dress. Then I splashed some liquor of my neck and wrist. I took out all of my supplies and stuffed it into a large pursue. I turned around and saw a hobo staring at me.
I threw away the backpack in the garbage and walked out to the street, stumbling and tripping over my boots. An officer pulled up to me, “Miss have you seen any specious activity?” The officer had blonde hair and brown hazel eyes. He was pretty cute for a thirty year old.
“Depends,” I walked over to the car and leaned into the window, “What kind of activity are you talking about,” I slurred. I flicked the hair away from my chest directing his eyes there.
“Have you seen any females running down this street wearing all black and a backpack?”
“No, I don’t think so, but I am kind of woozy. I wouldn’t remember,” I stepped away from the car and started to walk off, but the car pulled beside me again.
“Would you like me to take you home?”
“Don’t you have a woman to catch? I will be fine,” I waved him goodbye as he drove past me. I walked down the streets, usually a scary place at night, but the people out here knew not to mess with me. They were frightened of me, scared that I would tell the stories of the streets. I am sneaky, I hear things from people and tell rumors to other. I own this neighborhood.
“How did you get out?” The man with the scar walked with me. He was dressed in a white button up and blue jeans. The only thing that would tell he was in a struggle was the bruise on his face.
“The roof,” we walked down the street, many thugs nodding at me. “What about you?”
“I walked out of the lobby.”
“What happened there?” I lightly touched his face before pulling away.
“I ran into one of the guards in the lobby. He was tough; usually they can’t get a punch on me.”
“Or maybe you weren’t in your game tonight,” I shrugged. “It happens to us sometimes.”
“Not with you. I saw the way you knocked out that guard, pretty clever. Anyways will you ever tell me why you were there?”
I turned right, “Maybe some time.” I turned around, the man was already out of sight, but his scent, minty roses, lingered in the air. I kept walking into I stepped into another lobby, but this time I took the elevator to the fourth floor.
I knocked on door number 413, and Laura answered the door. Her face glowed with excitement, “Come in,” Laura pulled my hand and I walked in. She led me to the kitchen where her parents sat. Their apartment was crappy; it had peeling wallpaper and stains on the carpet. They had three wooden chair in front of the TV.
“Laura please leave,” her father ushered her away then sat back down. “You may sit down.”
“I am not going to stay here long; I was just dropping this off.” I dug in my purse and handed them the folder. Laura’s parents quickly went through the folder; there smile grew with every page. “This is all you need to win the lawsuit.”
“Thank you,” Laura’s mother hugged me before going to her husband crying with happiness. I slowly walked out and ran into Laura.
“Are you going to come back?” she had blonde pigtails and a cute blue dress on. Her eyes were brimmed with tears.
I bent down and wrapped her in my arms, “I won’t be back for a while, but I will come back. I promise,” I held out my pinky for her to wrap her pinky around. “Don’t get in trouble and get good grades.”
“I will,” She hugged me again before I left.


“You are a softy,” William blew a cloud of smoke in my face. He was my closest friend, also the one who got me out of a sticky situation. I trust him full heartily, “You were in front of piles of cash and you didn’t grab one stack?”
“Yes, I want to make my own money instead of stealing it,” I pulled up my hair and put on some jeans. “I want to know that when I have a pile of cash it is because of my hard work.”
“But Robin, you are one of the best robbers I have ever known and you use it for the good?” He put out his cigarette. We were in our small apartment, getting ready to work another day at the café. “We could live in a mansion right now; somewhere in Spain.”
“Come on,” I tugged on my arm, “We could be fired if we are late again.” We walked down the street when I saw the man again. It has been a week since I went on my last mission, the same time I last saw the man. “Um I will be right back.”
I crossed the road and into the alley where I just saw him enter. “So you live a normal life?” The man walked up to me and leaned against the wall; arms crossed and one foot on the wall. In the light he was beautiful and dangerous.
“I can’t live like a thief forever,” I shrugged. “Don’t you want to do something other than stealing?”
“Shh don’t be so loud.”
“These walls won’t talk,” William yelled my name, but I waved him off. “What did you want anyways?”
The man pulled out a clipping of today’s newspaper from his back pocket. “Is this what you were after?” I snatched it out of his hands and begun reading.
To sum it up it said that Laura’s family got a huge check after they showed new evidence to the court. It ran their opponents business to the ground. All Laura’s father said was they had to give thanks to Robin Hood. Is that what everyone is calling me? I like it.
“Yeah, that was me, so?”
“You’re a famous robber in this town; you probably have many connections, and know everything about every business.”
“So?”
“I need your help tonight-“
I cut him off, “I have rules. I can’t help another customer for two weeks anyways I was supposed to go out tonight, but good luck…”
“Venus.”
“Robin,” I ran out of the alley and to William.
“Is he a friend of your?”
I looked back to Venus who was at the entrance of the alley. He had a cigar in his mouth and staring at us, “You could say that.”
*****
I wrapped the apron around me and William tied it. His fingertips staying on my back a little longer than necessary, but the chef called me back before I could call him out. I rushed to the back and pulled the notepad from my pockets, “Yes?”
“Table four,” he pushed a pile of food into my arms. I balanced it in my arms and walked out to the café. It was the simple café. Red walls, wooden floor boards, and a couple of brown couches. In the corner were a few bookshelves; near the counter were tall tables with chairs matching. It was a small room, everything was squished together, but it was cozy.
I walked over to table four, a small woman in white pearls. I looked down at the food in my arms; she definitely couldn’t