It was cold, dark, and, damn, was he tired. It’d been a pretty long day for the teen, most of it having been spent trying to keep out of sight. Not like that was anything unusual. He was always doing that. It was just that today, the police seemed to have been out like a swarm of flies. “Just my luck, huh,” he muttered under his breath, running his thumb over the edge of his knife. Whether they were out or not, though, he couldn’t hide forever. He needed to get food. Money. That sort of thing. Main reason why he was hiding out in the alley; Idiots seemed to love wandering through the darkness back there. Perfect, easy pickings.
And speak of the devil. His ears twitched when he heard footsteps heading in his direction, a smirk crossing his face. Just one person, from the sound of it. Quick, steady… His muscles tightened, waiting until they were only a few feet away before he moved. He darted out from around the corner, pointing the knife at whatever idiot decided to come his way.
“Money, now,” he said quickly, his voice almost a bark. “Hand it over, and nobody gets hurt.”