I stood in the street, shivering. The bow in my hand was warm and I could feel the the sweat trickling down my arms. One block away, hidden inside a vault, was enough money to last me 10 lifetimes. Right now, I had enough money to last me another day,
I can't clearly remember what brought me to be a precision archer. Might have been my Dad, he was amazing. He used to teach me how to hold my bow and guess where the target would go. I would admire his shining bow that would always hit bulls-eye. Of course, good things never last, and growing up in a poor family meant death was really never too far away. He died in a bow-fight, the gang that did it played it unfair, and used a new and outlawed technology called guns.
In school, I was great. I always had the best grade in class, and in sports I was the one bringing home the medals. But, grades and sports don't pay bills, and eventually we were forced to move away from the place I had always known and loved.
But that doesn't matter now, I stood there, just thinking. I start walking without even thinking, my hands form into tiny little machines that obey my command, and never fail.
Without thinking, I kicked open the door to the bank, and shoot down all the 10 guards in the vicinity. No alarm blares, but I act as though every cop in the city is on my tail.
I look around. The bank is empty. I head over to the vault, and see the Manager checking it's content's, as usual. I planned the heist right when the day had finished and all the employees had left, but the Manager would do his daily routine check of the gold vault.
I find the slight notch in my bow, and slide a gleaming arrow into it. I turn the corner and stare into the Manager's eyes. She is frightened, and I am taking advantage of it.
I push her to the side, and grab all the gold I can, but I see her in the corner, whining.
I chuckled, she was born into the easy life, she should be lucky that I didn't end her. But, being the person I was, I toss her a couple of bars and diamonds. Easily a million credits right there. She nods at them, and continues whining.
"Whatever", I say, "I don't have time for you."
I walk out of the bank, and I feel like a new man. No more crime, I promise myself. But that could never happen could it. The Manager that I had helped, had offered a better life to, ratted on me. She told the cops how I looked and what I wore, and after a manhunt they found me.
So here I am, in Minetown prison. I am not a bad man, I am just a man looking for a better life. At least I can earn money and support myself. No doubt my Mother is probably dead in a drug-house or sitting in a cardboard box awaiting my return. But I will return.
And when I do, I will have my revenge.
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