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Prologue


The dark and happy star strewn skies of London, England did not reflect the horrific scenes below. Flashing lights of red and blue were scattered throughout the city and from overhead, smoke hovering over a large fire could be seen. The city seemed to be in distress mode; sirens going off, police cars on the move, helicopters patrolling the city shining their lights and people screaming and running.
One section of the city however seemed to be perfectly fine, whether no one cared to check why or because it was meant to be so. No fire touched this spot and no sirens sounded through it, no spotlights and no distressed citizens. However, two figures moved silkily through the crevices of this particular section with ease and silence. No noise was passed between the two, and the only thing that could be heard were the sirens in the distance and splashes from the puddles they happened to step in. They apparently reached their destination for they stopped and looked at each other. No words passed between them as they paused. One of the figures -the slightly taller one- bent down and picked up a shabby lid cover to an old sewer system. They both climbed in just as smooth as they moved before, no sounds spared.
"Ugh! It smells awful in here!" the shorter figure said after dropping into a puddle.
"Shut up Daniel!" the taller figure spun around and took off his hood and mouth covering, "you just cost us the mission, when we get back to HQ you're taking full blame for this!"
"Oh, I didn't know we were using names here, Scarecrow specifically said only code names..." the figure called Daniel said, his voice trailing off.
"I don't give a damn!" the other yelled his voice now rebounding off of the sewer walls and carrying down the system, "you wrecked everything! You nearly killed that woman with the fire!"
"Relax, shes okay, I made sure her baby was safe too." Daniel said, now taking off his shawl too to reveal short dirty blond and spiky hair.
"I'll make sure Scarecrow kicks you out! You have my word!"
"C'mon Tom, it didn't go that badly, we still got what we came for. " Daniel said a tinge of fear in his voice.
"We were seen Dan! And that's your fault!"
"I'm sorry mate..."
The figure named Tom walked away shaking his long jet black and curly hair, and throwing up his arms out of obvious annoyance leaving Daniel to follow in his wake.

The Runaways


"C'mon dad... Do I really have to go with you to work today, it's Saturday." Alfred Doel said as rain skidded across his window.
"Yes, you do, your mother says she doesn't want to leave you at home alone after that party you threw last week. Personally I don't care, but you know how she gets."
"I understand that, it's just you have the most boring job, dad, really a police officer."
"I'm a detective Al. Not an officer. And besides its not going to be boring today, you saw the news yesterday, right."
"You know I didn't..." Alfred said his head slumping onto the window.
They were driving in a black Buick down a rainy street in the middle of downtown London. The scene outside only expressed Alfred's attitude: gloomy and depressed. Going to work with his father was the last thing he wanted to do on his weekend off. He'd rather be at his friend's house playing Xbox, but because of his latest blunder he was sent off to do boring paperwork. His mother was the best torturer Alfred knew. But something sparked his interest, his father asked him if he saw the news, that must mean something big happened.
"Dad, you said something about the news?" Alfred said now looking out the windshield.
"Oho! You just wait, I won't be so boring in..." he looked at his watch, "two minutes!"
"But, if you tell me now, maybe you won't be so bo-"
There was a loud screech and a quick jerk and Alfred was cut off before he could finish his sentence.
"Almost missed our street." Alfred's father said with a smirk.
Alfred's heart skipped a beat and his breathing was shallow the whole rest of the way.
"This is it. " the car came to a slow halt, much to Alfred's agreement as his breath slowed.
There were two car door slams and then the two were jostling and bustling along with the other workers trying to get into the Police building. There was a large quo of angry people at the bottom of the Police HQ; all wearing raincoats. They seemed to have been standing there for a while, some were holding signs and others were chanting not so clever limericks.
"Bunch o' nutters." Alfred's dad muttered under his breath as they briskly walked passed the mob.
A woman with her hands above her head evidently trying to shield herself from the rain rushed passed them and wildly stepped into a puddle splashing Alfred's shoes.
They were now with the working quo who were all ushering up the steps and under the threshold of the Police Department and into the cozy insides of the building. Alfred was just saying to his father that he was sixteen and didn't need to be coddled like a child, and that he shouldn't be here when they passed the threshold and walked into the building. A man was standing on the far side of the lobby close to an elevator and as soon as he saw them he jerked upright and made his way swiftly toward them.
"Been waitin' Barry," he said solemnly, "And- oh! Hello, who's this?" he added when he saw Alfred.
"This is Al, he'll be sticking with me today," Barry said.
"Yes, well, anyways," he was very finicky, fidgeting with his fingers, "we've made some headway on the case, or we think, we could really use you."
"Talk to me on our way up," Barry said smoothly walking over to the elevator.
Alfred really did not want to do this, going up the elevator would seal his whole day to be at the Police Station.
There was a small "bing" noise and the elevator doors creaked open, Alfred his father and the fidgety man walked in along with more workers.
"It's seems that the crime may or may not have been committed by children," the man said, he looked at Alfred and added, "maybe the same age as your son here. "
Barry not looking at him said, "well that really narrows it down, how many sixteen year old kids are there in London?"
"I'm only a messenger Barry," he was fidgeting even more now.
"What else do you have for me?" Barry said still not looking at him.
"Well, we still don't know what they took."
"Are you kidding me?" Barry said now looking at him, his eyebrows arched, "it's a museum, how hard could it be to notice something's missing?"
"T-that's just it, nothing is missing, everything is intact, nothing's gone."
"Well, do we have any tapes of the heist? Any footage of the place?"
"Yes, and all they showed were two kids lurking through the museum, we only got one shot of them." the man said now following Alfred and his father out of the elevator as the doors opened.
They were passing cubicles occupied by other men and women who were going through papers and researching on computers.
"What were they wearing?" Alfred's dad asked.
The man didn't say anything at first.
"Any time now, Hugo." Barry said impatiently.
"I don't exactly know what to call them, they looked like robes." Hugo said now biting his index finger's nail.
"You call them robes, Hugo... That's odd though, two kids wearing robes lurking around in a museum in the dead of night. Were they male or female?" Barry said stopping at his cubicle.
"They both appeared male..." Hugo said hesitantly.
"Appeared?" Barry said turning toward Hugo.
"Well, its as I said, we only got one shot of them and they were completely shrouded in robes."
Barry was quiet for awhile sitting at his desk, Alfred took a seat next to him.
Alfred was very keen on listening to more, but it seemed his father had his fill.
"Thank you Hugo. Tell the team we will meet tomorrow and discuss."
Hugo took his leave very quickly. Alfred looked at his father who looked deep in thought. He stayed like that for another ten minutes occasionally scribbling notes on a loose sheet of paper, leaving Alfred to resort to playing with a pen.
"You're lucky!" Alfred's father said abruptly.
"Why's that?" Alfred said perking his head up.
"Because, we, are going out onto the field today!" he said getting up.
"What does that mean?" Alfred got up too.
"It means we're going to investigate. Could you take that with you," Barry said pointing at a pen and a notepad
"Umm... Sure, but why-"
"Because, you're taking notes."
The rain splattered the umbrella above Alfred's head so hard he thought it might break through. The notepad in his hand was completely empty even though they had been at this for two hours. Barry was kneeling on the soaked street that was boarded of by yellow caution tape. He was investigating every little thing it felt like. Alfred was beginning to get tired of this an hour ago, they made no headway and nothing was solved. Barry kept muttering under his breath, "these kids really knew what they were doing...". Alfred dared not speak lest he break his father's concentration and he'd have to begin all over again.
The buildings near them consisted of apartments and local businesses and they were all very tall. Alfred looked up at one particular building who's height was matched by the one next to it. Something shifted at the top of the building. At first Alfred thought its was a bird, but then it stood up and ran off. Alfred jumped. How could he get scared by something that far away, he thought to himself.
He looked back at his father, he was still looking at useless rubbish.
"Dad, I'm gonna go check out over here."
"Okay, don't go too far."
Alfred began to walk in the direction that the figure ran in. He was eventually led to a dead end street with "for sale" buildings. They must have been

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