February 17, 2019

I was going to rob someone of their money today. And the weird thing was, I didn't care. It didn't matter that the old windbag probably had some chronic disease. Nah, that's why I picked him. Family? Nah, didn't matter anymore to me, ever since I had to find a way to get money. And fast.

'What a genius idea, Abby.' I weaved in and out of the swarms of people they call crowds while trying to get rid of the sarcastic thoughts running wild in my head.

I was stopped at a gate.

"Who goes there?"A guard asked gruffly.

Excuse me? Who says that anymore?? Hippy guards who have nothing to do???

"Oh, I'm so awfully sorry, sir, I just ah, left my scarf with the master. At the meeting we had. Earlier..."

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'What the heck are you trying to do? Fluster him to death?'

Shut. The. Heck. Up. I gritted my teeth and tried to batt my eyelashes at him.

"Very well, enter," The guard bowed his head.

I entered a very scrubbed looking mansion. Lasers aimed at me from dainty, greek-looking arches, and I decided to call them death-lasers. Oh frick...I guess I'll have to do it the old fashioned way.

I ran through the death traps and avoided swinging axes that defied physics that made me feel like I was in some freaky 90s retro game. Except in real life. In the end, escaping with only a few hundred thousand bruises and scrapes, I came to a door left ajar. I ran in, shut the door and sighed in relief, breathing heavily.

A silhouette. Oh, dang it...looks like someone's home.

"Well, look who's here."The silhouette spoke.

"Who... are you?" I thought. It must have slipped out of my mouth because he answered me.

“I am Mackenzie Nicholas Stevens and you are going to be the next hero of the city. Come."He turned around, heading toward a weird cabinet, leaving his back exposed to me.

Leaving me to throw a kitchen knife at his back.