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Alarms pierce the chilly night air, a moment later a dust shop window shatters. The blonde's eyes narrow as he hears shouts from his hiding spot. He seizes the moment and jumps down fro his hiding place on the shop roof. The young man lands softly on the ground, his katanas drawn. "Ah, so you are the guys behind these robberies?" He cracks a smirk as the group of men stop in the middle of loading stolen items onto a car.


"Ah, Tanner Blood. Aren't you the one who's behind all this?" A man dressed in black and red steps forward, waving for the others to continue.


"I'm going to make sure your plans end tonight." Tanner growls tightening his grip on the swords. The man simply laughs.


"Who says their my plans?" He laughs, making Tanner narrow his eyes. Tanner didn't waste another second before lunging forward. The other man had at one point drawn a sword of his own, and blocked Tanner's first attack's easily. Tanner kicks his heel into the man's chest forcing him back. The boy slices downward, then followed with another persistently. After a minute of this Tanner manages to land a cut across the man's face and a couple deep cuts across his arms also. "Enough of this! Attack!" The man yells and a second later the dirty-blonde haired boy is surrounded. He's thrown into battle, but ends it quickly, walking off with only a few scrapes. "Stop right there boy! Don't make any moves and this young girl won't get hurt." The man yells, holding his blade to a young black haired girl, keeping a tight grip on the girl's arms behind her.
 
Crispy, is the word to explain the lovely night. Crispy, cold, and unforgiving. Unforgiving? Why's that? Aah, I understand. Unforgiving because of the large crash happening at a local Dust store, citizens running around and shall I mention the fact that Tracee being held captive? Lovely. Crispy, cold, and unforgiving.





Tracee was taking a nice walk around town, seeing as she didn't have any homework to do and she and her team have already planned and prepared for their mission later in the week. The girl enjoyed nice walks out in the night, where she can enjoy the cold air brush against her bare legs as she shoved her hands into her coat pocket. What the girl didn't enjoy is being shoved up against some guy's chest and a wimpy blade teasing her neck. Oh, and let's not start on how weak he has on holding her arm.


How did she get in that mess, when she was on a walk far from the alley? She heard loud ruckless not far from the crime scene, ends up finding some guys ganging up a smaller blonde guy, goes in to invesitgate...then boom! One decides to grab Trace's arm, hard enough to keep her in place and a weak-looking knife up her throat.


Just, lovely. So fucking lovely.


"Okay...ouch," Tracee's first reaction to the event. "Annnd–" the girl's thin, pale fingertips lingered around a blue orb clipped to the side of her shorts. With a single press of her fingertip, the sound of the scythe forming behind her and the guy filled the air. Wrapping her free hand around it, while sweeping her leg up and roundhouse kicking the guy that held her captive, she did a small jump until she was far out of reach of the others, her scythe pointed at the guys.


"Hello, hello. How may I help you?" Tracee snickered, watching in amusement as the criminals stared at her with surprise. "And who do I owe this lovely pleasure too?" she asked sweetly, her voice dripping in venom.
 
Tanner didn't waste a second after the girl got free. He ran forward, before jumping onto the end of the girl's scythe, shoving himself off and landing in front of the leader of the gang. He arched his blade and sliced downward, cutting a deep slash over the previous cut on his face. He stumbled back, glaring at Tanner. "Well it's time we get going. Till next time Tanner." He gave a mocking bow before turning and getting in the car. The rest of his men followed leaving the girl and boy alone. Tanner started forward but froze when cop cars stopped in his path.


"Tanner Blood, drop your weapons! You are now under arrest for the theft of multiple dust shops around the city and the destruction of property!" Tanner groaned in annoyance, but didn't drop his weapons. Instead he turned his head to look at the other girl.


"Sorry to cut our little meeting short, but I must be off." He flashed a charming smile before turning and disappearing down the nearest alley.


"After him!" An officer shouts, multiple men running after the boy. "A student at Beacon I assume?" The officer asks turning, to the scythe wielder. "Is it safe to assume that you where trying to stop him in the process of this robbery?"
 
Tracee shrieked when she watched as Tanner jumped onto her scythe, his dirty shoes scratching it up. "Get off Skull!" the girl protested, about to slice him up with her scythe. She gave another surprise shriek when she heard the sound of guns cocking and a loud voice booming behind them. Trace turned, to find the police standing in their stance with their guns pointed at Tracee and Tanner....Tanner mostly.


She turned back to the male when he addressed her, a small blush on her face when he sent her a charming smile. "U-uh, what?"


However, Trace froze at the close contact of men brushing against her and chasing after Tanner. The student turned to the officer, "Yeah...I'm a student. Though, I don't know what you're talking about...he wasn't the robber," she mumbled. Actually, she didn't know if that was true or not. She just happened to find them ganging up on him. "I don't think he was at least..."
 
The officer raised an eyebrow, a confused look on his face. "Tanner Blood is the criminal behind these robberies I can assure you Miss. But if you have evidence against this than please present it now." The officer stated, right as the men who had run after the boy returned.


"Sorry sir he got away again." One said nervously. The head officer growled in irritation as his eyes scanned the scene.


"Have every patrol on the streets. We will find him." He finally commanded, turning from the female. The other men rushed off to carry out the order. "If you'll excuse me miss. Please if you have any evidence or information, please stop by the department." With that he walked off to survey the crime scene closer. Tanner at one point been able to slip past the police and get to the safety of the dark rooftops, and now watched silently from a near building.
 

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