Chapter One – Welcome to the Future...
Bouncing a small, silver ball against the dull and cold walls of her cell, Silvia played with her grey and extremely rough bouncy-ball that she kept with her. She got extremely bored in her small and cold cell.
There was never anything to do in it. It had even driven some of the prisoners mad it’s that boring... and maybe even that slight bit of depression dwelled in there.
Nothing to do, it was cold, no decent meals and no soft beds. It was like a nightmare come true for Thieves inside their holding pens.
As she bounced, Silvia stared longingly through the hologram door, keeping her enclosed. It was transparent, enabling her to see out; basically the only thing that kept her entertained.
With a sigh, she looked at cells across from her. Other Thieves were doing the same thing; staring hopelessly out of their cells, desperate for escape.
The Cell Room that they were placed in, was basically the herding of Thieves. Underground, freezing and merely dull as anything else in a horrid Prison.
Another sigh escaped Silvia’s mouth as she still bounced away at the wall, ignoring the irritating noises that ehcoed throughout the massive Cell Room.
Slow, steady minutes passed. She sat there, freezing on her rock-hard bed, automatically throwing the ball against the wall and swishing her tail slowly.
Yes. A tail. A robotic one more likely. During experimentation, she got it. She liked to brag on about it, irritating some but captivating others;
"I have a tail and you don't"
"I'm a BOSS THIEF. Not just a Thief"
“What do you have? Fists?”
She smiled smugly to herself at the thoughts. As more of the cold set in, she stopped bouncing the ball, folding her arms. Her white body-warmer provided help here. Underneath, was a long-sleeved grey shirt.
Her baggy jeans were rough around the edges and her grey trainers were what she wore on foot.
With fingerless gloves, shiny, silver nails like daggers, pale skin and her eyes a deep blue, it gave her a confusingly pretty appearance.
A silver hair-band was placed in her vivid, brown and flicked hair. It lay on her shoulders, along with a rather long side fringe.
Suddenly, the chatting stopped. The screaming of crazed Thieves had stopped. It was just silence. Someone had obviously entered from the bottom depth of the room, and Silvia had a pretty good idea who it was.
Echoed footsteps sounded more loudly and clearly... which Thief was going to be take out for an interview this time?
A few minutes passed. Silvia smiled at herself, almost grinning with joy at the thought. Interviews were entirely pointless to Thieves but it was "Police Duty". But what other secrets were in store?
Silvia ignored the common thought, as she started bouncing her ball again. There was a echoed clang outside her door. This spread a smile on her face, as she looked around at her hologram door, seeing a figure stand outside her cell.
On a wall-less, platform-like elevator, was a brown-haired man that looked like he was in his thirties. His malacious green eyes glinted through his yellow, futuristic-like sunglasses.
He stood, arms-crossed in a tidy, blue Police uniform. His belt had accessories on it, one of which was a laser-pistol. His face would have been good-looking if he wasn’t wearing a sneer of hatred towards Silvia.
After another bounce, Silvia quickly slipped the silver ball in her body-warmer pocket and stood up, smirking.
“So... is it another interview? Punishment? Anything like that, Daniel?” she asked, crossing her arms.
“Yes... and no” replied Daniel in his bossy tone, smiling menacingly.
“Well, that’s a stupid answer” Silvia giggled.
She gave a flicker of a smile, trying to keep her nervousness inside of her.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll see” Daniel said calmly, walking towards her and cuffing her up in hologram cuffs.
“Huh? These are new” Silvia muttered, looking at the transparent cuffs that had formed around her wrists.
“Yes... made just for you. Touch a bit of flesh with that tail of yours and you’ll find yourself in... let’s say... shock?” Daniel chuckled, as the elevator went down the massive room.
“You're so bad at jokes, Danny” Silvia said quietly. Daniel hit her up the head furiously.
“It wasn’t a joke! And DON’T call me Danny. You have no permissions to talk to me like that” he spat as Silvia rubbed her head, giving a groan.
Silvia glared at him in anger. More security equals more hate. Hate was an awful feeling, but some people are just shrouded with it.
They had finally reached the bottom of the dull room, Daniel pushing Silvia mockingly towards the exit door.
A blonde Thief at a bottom cell noticed them, putting his hands on the hologram door of the cell. He soon got Silvia’s attention, winking and smiling at her.
Silvia ignored him but Daniel threw the boy a dirty look. He immediately curled up at the back of the cell, shaken with fear at what Daniel might do to him later.
"That Bryan... the most awkward little brat ever..." Daniel muttered irritably.
Silvia ignored him; she had never heard of the boy or ever came into contact with him.
They took a small, solid elevator to the top, where the actual station was. Silvia wanted to fold her arms because of the biting cold, but the cuffs stopped her irritably.
After, what seemed like an awkward fifteen minutes, the doors of the elevators opened, revealing a long, darkened corridor. A few cells where here, some empty.
Soon, they finally entered one of the interview rooms. In here, wasn't much fun either.
Inside was a weird-looking table lamp, a metal table, two hovering chairs and a small, square window that the heavy rain thumped down on.
Silvia noticed it was night. She longed to see daylight again. All the Cell Room did for was give her a feeling that it was night all the time…
Daniel pushed Silvia down onto one of the chairs, making her groan in irritation. As Daniel sat down, Silvia kept her eyes on him, knowing something was up.
“Right... so what is this about? Oh, and you don’t need to push me all the time” Silvia snapped, frowning.
“I can push you all I like and... and you aren’t staying in this Prison anymore” Daniel muttered, pulling out a blue, transparent and hologram panel. It was hexagon-shaped, and quite big.
“Why?” Silvia asked, glaring at Daniel type on the panel.
Daniel stopped to look at her through his sunglasses, and then put his hand in the drawer beside him, still eyeing Silvia.
“Well… here is your record” he replied, slopping a massive pile of holograms in front of her.
Silvia looked through it for a while, smiling at some of them. She even laughed out loud at them, irritating Daniel.
“So?” she then asked, shrugging.
“So!? Have you even read it fully!? You have exactly one-hundred crimes, Silvia! Exactly, one-hundred crimes. And do you know what happens to the poor, stupid Thieves who have exactly one-hundred crimes or over?” Daniel asked, faking nice and slightly pursing his lips.
Silvia gulped, fear flooding through her. She had completely forgotten about the law.
“Um… Thieves get killed?”
Daniel nodded, shaking his hand to keep her going. Silvia looked fearfully at his awful smile.
“Um… and… they go to the Platform…?”
Daniel kept moving his hand to keep her going, his smile getting worse.
“Where they are tested for… um… death devices... mostly dying... i-in the process?”
Daniel applauded her sarcastically, smiling.
“Yes. Correct. But, I have something else in mind for you. A Prison Transfer. I think it’s much more suiting to the likes of you. Plus, I'm getting paid for it!”
“Money. That's all you ever think about, Danny. Okay... so… where am I going to be transferred to?” Silvia asked, not liking where the topic was going.
“DON'T CALL ME DANNY" Daniel hissed through clenched teeth.
"Whatever, Danny. Where am I gonna be transferred to?" Silvia asked again, smiling.
"Trano” snapped Daniel, his grin broad.
“Trano?” Silvia muttered in horror.
“Yes” Daniel said with joy.
“WHY!? Why can’t it be anywhere but there!?” yelled Silvia in horror, trying to break out of the cuffs. Daniel sighed and leaned back on the chair.
“You’re simply too dangerous…” he said, faking disappointment. He put his feet on the table, smirking at Silvia.
"You do realise that's where a lot of Thieves are killed for n-no reason?" Silvia breathed, her eyes widened.
"Yes. I most certainly do. Isn't that great?" Daniel asked sarcastically, grinning.
Silvia started taking glances at the window and at Daniel, her nervousness rising.
“I’ll get your car ready” Daniel then chuckled, getting up.
Shock and fear filled Silvia as she watched Daniel walk out the door.
Once it slid down, she glanced around her in panic and then looked sharply at the cuffs. Instantly, she hit them off the table, making them sizzle.
Repeatedly, she did this, soon smashing them into bits of hologram chips. They smashed on the polished floor, burning Silvia’s wrists slightly.
Ignoring that Daniel could arrive any minute, she then smashed the window’s lock with the needle-pointed end of her tail.
Climbing her way to the sill, she kicked the window open, hearing it smash after a few minutes on the ground below her.
She then squeezed herself through it rapidly but quietly. She could hear someone’s running footsteps outside the door and, after a look back, she forced herself out of the window.
Like a professional diver, she landed cat-like on the soaking wet concrete. Since she was a Thief, not even the longest of heights could affect her (of-course if you landed the wrong way, it was fatal).
Her fingerless gloves got soaked from the ground, the wet gravel sticking to some of her fingers.
She could finally feel the cold, whipping air, the longed for rain and the distant noises of typical New York.
It was great to be free again. She had been stuck in Prison for nine months for her latest crime. As she started screaming in joy at freedom, she could hear the shouts of an enraged Daniel from inside
There was no time to waste. Silvia headed around the building, coming to a dark yard fill of Police vehicles. She ran towards a Police motorbike and turned it on with a twist of her tail. Once she got it hovering, she zoomed off into the desolate streets.
Citizens grew alarmed once Silvia was speeding, especially now that Daniel and his comrades were chasing her.
Daniel was the passanger in one car, enraged at letting her escape. He leaned out the window of a car, trying to shoot her off the bike.
“Go FASTER!” he screamed furiously.
“S-Sorry, sir!” the driving Officer replied. Silvia sped on through and, not thinking, she did a sharp turn into an alleyway, driving into pure darkness.
The Police cars could not fit through the narrow alleyway, making Daniel leap out and shoot the gun's lasers into the eerie darkness.
Silvia had completely disappeared from his sights and, after coming to reality, he finally stopped shooting at nothing, drooping his arm.
As a long silence occurred, an Officer walked slowly and nervously up to Daniel, who was panting very heavily.
“What shall we do now sir?” he asked. Daniel took a glance at him, the rain starting to soak them. He was still panting and took a glance back at the darkness furiously.
“Get all monitors working. Track her down. I don’t care if you have to murder any Thief below one-hundred crimes… JUST FIND HER!”