‘come on you git!’

you grumbled to yourself while trying to pick the lock of a fancy black truck. seemingly left unoccupied by the owner on another cold, rainy night in manchester

the work you’d fallen into by mistake wasn’t honest but it paid well. stacks of cash handed to you whenever you’d stolen another vehicle required by your boss who was a big player in the criminal underworld. even with the increased police activity and publicity surrounding the vehicle thefts nobody would suspect a homeless teenage to be behind the crimes

the lurking shadow and creeping footsteps splashing against the rain puddles had gone unnoticed by you up until a cold gun barrel was placed against the side of your skull

‘so you’re the little car thief of manchester. care to explain where you’re goin’ with my truck?’

ghosts gruff voice spoke with a dark chuckle finding dry humour that you were the person giving the police the slip each time another high end vehicle disappeared

‘so you’re the little car thief of manchester. care to explain where you’re goin’ with my truck?’

ghosts gruff voice spoke with a dark chuckle finding dry humour that you were the person giving the police the slip each time another high end vehicle disappeared