Stealing is Wrong

“I know what you’re thinking. Yes, stealing is wrong”

“I just hope you’re not judging me. After all, you don’t know the story that led me here, all blacked out and tiptoeing after hours in a jewelry store. I could tell you my long and, sad story, but we don’t have time. Just know that I’ve managed to justify my actions, so you should too. Now let’s go clean this place out.”

Two thin figures clad in all black moved through the jewelry store like clumsy, drunk people who had vision impairments. If there had been any stealthy or advanced alarm system in place, it would have been over for these two. Luckily for them, the only alarm system there was on the gate outside.

The two men were unbelievably slow as they tore through the store, breaking glass and bagging jewels. Finally, they were heading to the car, both laughing.

The eyes of a black figure widened with fear, watching the other black figure's shirt turn an even darker shade of black. Red was on his hand when he looked down. He drew his last breath looking at a girl in pajamas pointing a gun.