‘This world is not always as it seems, it’s not all black and white as we want it to be. Sometimes it’s best to look at the mysteries of the world and grasp the truth.’
The air was cool with the wind blowing a heavy breeze almost strong enough to push someone back that walked against it. The moon hung heavy in the sky, behind a sea of dark clouds that complemented the downcast of rain; in a city like this, the people here have grown used to the onslaught of rain most days and on days that it isn’t there’s usually a heavy fog that blankets the city. The sun has become a rarity here.
The street lamps flickered in incoherent patterns around the outside of the museum. The alarms were blaring into the night; they were a high pitched wailing sound, as the men that were guarding the place were chasing after someone on the roof of the museum.
“Hey you, STOP! Get down from there before you hurt yourself!” One of the more athletic men said barely able to keep up with the person from the ground. He was chasing down the somewhat slender silhouette into the night his breath was heavy and transparent.
“Why would I stop just because you told me to stop?” The sound of a male voice laughing at his pursuers said; though it didn't sound like he was fully matured yet. From what the guards could tell he had a black hoodie on, with the hood up. Along with tactical boots to match, it seemed to give him an advantage on the sloped part of the building he was running on.
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Whatever he was there to steal had to be in the black one strapped backpack. Though he was not alone on the roof, a group of guards spilled from the door onto the roof behind him. “Oh come on, you know what they say about crowds.” The thief said soon coming close towards the end of the building.
“Give up now we’ll just hold you till the cops get here! You won't survive a jump off the edge and the others are down there to capture you.” The guard called out trying to reason with the thief. None of the guards wanted to risk shooting because they didn't want to break what he stole. But the thief just turned towards the guards, his face covered by a mask, as he launched himself over the edge, facing the sky.
He gave somewhat of a half salute to him as he fell,showing off a gritty looking Joker mask from the batman series, with an off putting smile decorating it. It looked almost as mad as the act he was doing, stealing something from the Egyptian exhibit was insane, let alone jumping off a seven story building.
The thief was falling with his hands behind his head as if he was relaxing and enjoying the act he was putting on. And just as he was going to hit the ground, black smoke began to envelope him. Soon the thief was completely covered in smoke; the guards stared awestruck by what they’re seeing and once the smoke hit the ground the thief was gone. There was nothing but the now dissipating gas, that had been blown away by the wind.
“What the hell was that?” One of the guards said in confusion. “I don’t know but that’s a new one, some fake wanna be batman?” He went on checking the nearby bushes and making sure that there was nothing in them.
“Listen it doesn’t matter what that was just find h-” The captain stopped mid sentence and stared at nothing. “What was I doing out here again?” Scratching his head looking at the others starting to do the same as he was. All of them except for the first guard that had been chasing the man from the ground.
“What’s going on with you guys? You seriously don’t remember what just happened?” He was puzzled by what was going on, not sure what he should do next as the men he was questioning simply shook their heads and went back to work as if nothing happened.