I am not Broken, I am Broker

A thief, known as the 'Shadow Broker', steals for anyone. If you want anything, anything in the world, all you have to do is talk to him. If you want books, expensive jewelry, money, valuable house hold items, even knives, swords, guns. He gains people's trust, if he believes they won't tell the police about his organization. In exchange for these items that he steals, he gets half the money that they earn if they sell these items. One day, against all odds, he becomes friends with a "customer". Whenever this customer wants Broker to steal from a mansion, everything turns out for the worst.

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9. Not Alone

The dark hallways were filled with amazing scents. This hallway in particular smelled similar to a bed of roses, mixed with rain. A unique scent, that's for sure. I began missing my friends and Purple very quickly. There has to be batteries somewhere around here. I stopped walking and took out the communication device again and tried to tap my finger against it. I just had to accept that my device was broken, and that we have to construct a brand new one whenever I get out of here. We all had a plan that if a device were to ever be broken somehow, we would need metal wires, and some scrapped metal. I'm not sure if a family of rich people would have those items. I slipped the device back into my long black coat. Ashes once joked that my dark clothing reminded him of the 1950's. He said that it looked like something a rich person would have worn back in the day. I kept walking and then another room took my interest. This room had white walls, with a painting on one wall. This painting was of light blue ocean waves and a dark blue sky, with the sun shining down on the waves emitting a sparkle in the waters. "This one's beautiful..there has to be some interesting items in here." I slowly checked to see if there was a warning note left on this wall. Nothing. Entering the room, I made my way over to the huge closet. The closet doors were quiet. More quiet than the front doors to this mansion. I was relieved for that. I grew tired of using my cigarette lighter, so I decided to be risky and switch on the bedroom light. There was a golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling and the light was red. "Interesting choice of light color." I mumbled. I looked at all the amazing fancy coats, and clothing and I thought of Lunar. The poor kid told me once that he has been wearing the same clothes for a couple of years and that he was out growing them. I picked a flew clothing pieces that I'm sure he would like. Two shirts, and two coats, along with one pair of pants. Lunar seemed to have a dark style about him. I'm sure he would like these. One shirt had a black and white design of a clock falling off a cliff, and breaking into pieces. The other shirt was black on the front, with clouds on the back, and rain drops falling into an eye. The pants had chains on one side, and almost like a pocket watch was in the pocket. Suddenly, the bedroom door slammed shut and it almost gave me a heart attack and I immediately hid in the closet in case there was somebody. I stayed quiet for about ten minutes and thought that it could have been the wind. I carried the clothing in my right hand and went into another room. Again, I checked to see if there were any clues as to if this was a trap room. This room was safe also. "That's pretty dense to have only one room to trap a burglar in..looks like they aren't that smart after all." I laughed to myself. This room was huge, it looked almost as if it was a dining room, not a bedroom. I took another chance and switched on the light. I looked confused whenever I noticed there was a huge screen. This screen looked like a movie theater and I was amazed. In my awe, I inched closer and imagined how Purple would love playing his video games on this screen. "I doubt I could carry this.." I sat the clothing down and I tried to put my fingers behind this screen. Only one problem, this screen isn't attached to the wall, it's built inside of the wall. As I stepped back, I felt pressure underneath my feet. This room wasn't supposed to be a trap, was it? Before I knew it, I heard the bedroom door slam shut just like the other one. I heard the familiar sound, as if a sword was being pulled out of its sheath. Nothing was different, except for the door closing. If this was a trap, then I could easily escape through the window. My heart began beating fast and I tried to step forward, only to feel blocked by something. My feet felt as if they were being held by the paw of a bear. "GREAT! JUST GREAT!" I said aloud whenever I noticed my feet were trapped. They were trapped by some kind of metal looking objects that wrapped around my feet.

 

The metal reminded me of handcuffs, but they came out of the ground to wrap around me so I couldn't walk. I fumbled in my pocket and pulled out a pick lock. "Maybe there's another key hole..I hope there is." My hand frantically felt the cold metal that was trapping me. No signs of key holes of any sort. I put my pick lock back in my pocket and let out a deep breath. "How the hell am I going to get out of here now..?" My thoughts seemed to be racing and I became scared that I was trapped until somebody will find me. Somebody will know about what I do, and that will be game over for my thieving days. "Are you kidding me? If I get caught by someone, then it's because of this...stupid metal.." I wanted to sulk and slump down but all I could do was stand. Sounds of static, almost like an old TV soon filled the entire room. The huge screen that I was facing began to flicker, as if a channel was trying to interfere with another channel. "Am I just seeing things..?" I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. My hands felt my pockets to make sure that an hallucinogen dart didn't accidentally scrape against my skin and through the fabric of my coat. A TV show started to play and then it switched to old music. This music sounded like an old record from the 1930's. "How did this TV turn on by itself?" I wondered and I stared at it for a long time. After staring at the TV for about five minutes, a face appeared. Not just any face, but this person was sitting behind a desk and had papers scattered everywhere around him. I could see his smirk but I couldn't see his full face. The unrecognizable figure leaned into the light that was front of him, and then he started to speak. "Broker?" He asked in a tone that sounded like he was proud of something, or that he was happy I was trapped. I thought the lack of sleep must have been driving me insane and I was in denial. "I sure do need more..sleep.." I said as I wiped my eyes one more time. "Broker, what you're seeing is real." This guy leaned back into the darkness where I could no longer see his face. "Then what are you talking about if this is real..how do you know my name!?" I began shaking my feet furiously in hopes to break loose. "Did you really think you would sneak in that place, and not get caught?" The mysterious voice said. "What are you talking about!?" The tension built up between me and this man. "I know exactly all about you." A laugh escaped his lips and then the screen shut off finally. At this point, I was in a panic. This can't be real. 

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