VIII

112 3 0
                                    

there was a gang in the streets.

one of them was doing tricks.

people made a crowd around him.

"wow he's soo cool!"

the crowd said.

a guy went behind a a guy who was watching the guy.

he started to steal his stuff from his pockets.

all of them started to scatter to this place.

it was full of people from the gang.

it was a house.

all of them were seeing the stuff they stole.

"yooo! i took 100 dollars today!"

one of the guys said.

they started to cheer.

-

wise shapeshifted into a man.

he lost the wings.

he looked at the floor and saw a gun.

he grabbed it and put it in his pocket.

wise knocked on the door of the house.

one of the guys opened up.

"hello? who's you?"

the guy asked.

"hello boys, seems like you've had a busy day?"

wise said.

"what all this? this is all just stuff... we found! right boys?"

he said.

and they all agreed.

"im not interested in your nicked knick-knacks. your burgled baubles bore me. there are two guys out there. there special, they have wings. and I need your multitude of eyes to help me find them."

wise said.

"oh yeah? whats in it for us?"

he chuckled.

"well that's a fair question."

wise pulled out his gun from the pocket.

he points at the leader.

the others try to look for a gun but all they have is the stuff they stole.

they all out there hands up in fear.

"let's discuss it."

he grabbed him and brought him outside.

he tied him up to a chair.

"no no please!"

the guy yelled.

wise lit up the floor.

the oil started to slowly reach the guy on the chair.

"ah!"

the guy yelled.

"i certainly see your point."

wise said.

"no, no!"

the guy yelled.

"but what could i possibly do in return? hmm..."

wise said thinking.

"save me! save me!"

he yelled.

"oh! well that's a thought."

fly-stenbrough Where stories live. Discover now