MoonThief

"Day" 5, week 12. The following year.

Luke was running out of food. Again. He had been out on the streets for quite a while. The foster office had practically thrown him out on the street. These were times harder than Chuck Norris's penis. At least Luke had the sense to get a job and support himself, even if he had no place to sleep. But he had just been laid off (hard times, remember the joke above?) and he was pretty much done. All he had left was his friends, who kept him fed when their parents weren't looking. But it wasn't enough. He had a good run, but it was over. The streets had claimed him.

The pain in his stomach got to him. He gave in. He saw a couple eating a pizza across the square. Hungrily, with death and desperation in his eyes, he crossed the plaza. He crouched down behind a statue nearby them, noticing how little energy he had left. He nonchalantly grabbed the purse of the woman and ran like hell, not looking back. He hated to do it. It hurt him inside, but not nearly as much as the hunger.

"Stop thief!" The woman finally cried as he was almost out of sight.

Nope. No chance. Easy.

It had gone even better than Luke had thought it would. There was a phone in the purse, but Luke wasn't stupid. He threw it in the river. He ditched the purse too. May as well be a stylish outlaw. He checked the wallet, finding a credit card and 80 $ cash. He could milk 100 $ or so from the credit card before it would be deactivated and dangerous to use. He also found a granola bar and some mints, which he wolfed down to satisfy his immediate desire to eat a horse (cannibal!). Looks like he would be eating tonight after all. Finally stopping to catch his breath in an alleyway, he looked down. Wow. A small knife and pair of handcuffs had appeared on his left flank. He was no longer a blank flank. But it was bittersweet. He was ashamed at having been predestined to hurt the livelihoods of others.

It was a shame that dissipated completely once his money ran out and he got hungry again. He was a criminal.