“Len, come on! We’re going to be late,” Lisa called to me, pulling a cap onto her head.
I was currently trying to look more like a guy who had grown up in a respectable home, instead of living in a shelter for the last few years.
“Lisa doesn’t rush me, I almost ready.” I pulled my own green cap onto my brown ponytail. I looked at my right-hand man or woman. She was dressed like I was, in a simple t-shirt and jeans.
“We still look like thieves, don’t we?” I asked, trying out an innocent look in the mirror. Oh god, that was even worse.
“Len, I thought we weren’t going to use that word anymore, we rob the rich to feed the poor.” She smirked. Her long hair was combed for once, instead of its normal ratty style.
I grabbed my backpack, it was old and only had one strap, then I and Lisa snuck out. It was much easier than it …show more content…
Grodd, who was huge like a gorilla, and Hartley, who was slippery like a snake. Then there was Wells, a tall man with Evil Overlord glasses and a manner that put me on edge every time I saw him giving a speech.
“Well, it appears we have a thief.” Wells smirked when he saw me, I made a break for the door, but was grabbed by Grodd, who pinned my arms behind my back. “What did you take?” Wells asked, and tired to head but him, but he moved quickly out of the way.
“He asked you a question,” Hartley said, talking with a lisp. When I still didn’t answer Grodd punched me in the stomach, and I doubled over, unable to draw breath.
“Hey! No Stop!” I could hear Barry yelling through the door. Wells crossed the room and let him out. “He’s my friend! Don’t hurt him!” She ran over to me and pulled me away. Cisco glared at me, but looked warily between Wells and myself.
“Then what’s this?” Hartley’s hand snaked out and grabbed the wallet from my pocket. Barry pushed me behind him as Wells yelled.
“Just let him go, please!” Barry begged. But they didn’t listen. Grodd grabbed me and pulled me away from Cisco and
I was currently trying to look more like a guy who had grown up in a respectable home, instead of living in a shelter for the last few years.
“Lisa doesn’t rush me, I almost ready.” I pulled my own green cap onto my brown ponytail. I looked at my right-hand man or woman. She was dressed like I was, in a simple t-shirt and jeans.
“We still look like thieves, don’t we?” I asked, trying out an innocent look in the mirror. Oh god, that was even worse.
“Len, I thought we weren’t going to use that word anymore, we rob the rich to feed the poor.” She smirked. Her long hair was combed for once, instead of its normal ratty style.
I grabbed my backpack, it was old and only had one strap, then I and Lisa snuck out. It was much easier than it …show more content…
Grodd, who was huge like a gorilla, and Hartley, who was slippery like a snake. Then there was Wells, a tall man with Evil Overlord glasses and a manner that put me on edge every time I saw him giving a speech.
“Well, it appears we have a thief.” Wells smirked when he saw me, I made a break for the door, but was grabbed by Grodd, who pinned my arms behind my back. “What did you take?” Wells asked, and tired to head but him, but he moved quickly out of the way.
“He asked you a question,” Hartley said, talking with a lisp. When I still didn’t answer Grodd punched me in the stomach, and I doubled over, unable to draw breath.
“Hey! No Stop!” I could hear Barry yelling through the door. Wells crossed the room and let him out. “He’s my friend! Don’t hurt him!” She ran over to me and pulled me away. Cisco glared at me, but looked warily between Wells and myself.
“Then what’s this?” Hartley’s hand snaked out and grabbed the wallet from my pocket. Barry pushed me behind him as Wells yelled.
“Just let him go, please!” Barry begged. But they didn’t listen. Grodd grabbed me and pulled me away from Cisco and