Sanctified

I ducked and weaved through the crowds, while I nimbly dipped my fingers into the pockets of people passing by. They were too busy with their own pitiful problems to notice a young, raven-haired boy, silently relieving them of their contents. As the streets slowly emptied out, I headed to a back alley to check on the money. I checked to see what treasures the days work had revealed and emptied out all the purses and bags that I had stolen.

I've been a thief for a long time, starting when I was a child. My parents had died of the Black Death, and no one else was willing to take me in. They entrusted me to an uncle before I died, but he was a cruel and heartless person. He would beat me and starve me, before throwing me outside most every night, claiming he didn't want me dirtying the floor in his house. I lived like this until I was six, and couldn't take it anymore. I ran out onto the streets and never looked back. I don't know how far I've wandered since then, but I never stay in one place long. I've always been drifting from place to place, a wanderer, stealing to survive. Now, at fourteen years, I've had a lot of experience robbing people.

That's not to say I don't have ethics either. Even thieves have honor. I've made it a point to only steal from those who are more well off than me. I'm sure they don't mind me borrowing a coin or two from them, and after you take a coin or two from everyone in town, your money pouch fills up pretty fast.

I had just packed up my money and stepped out into the middle of the street, when a young noblewomen bumped into me.
"Watch where you are going, peasant!" she snapped at me, as she wiped her hands with a handkerchief, as if I was contaminated with some foul disease.
I looked upon her with disgust, I hated nobles. They always thought that they were better than the commoners just because they had more wealth than the rest of us. What had nobles ever done for me? They lived the kinds of lives that we all wanted to live, but never could. I didn't mind picking her pocket and as she turned to leave, I accidentally bumped into her.

As she prepared to say some extremely, choice, rude remarks towards me, I held up a ring that looked extremely valuable. Her eyes widened and I mockingly saluted her and ran off. Unfortunately, something I hadn't counted on was when she let off a ear-splitting shriek that caused two guards to immediately run towards her.
"That was probably not the smartest thing to do," I thought to myself as I ran down the streets of the city. It didn't take a genius to figure out that they were chasing me not the least being the sound of shouting and a general pandemonium coming from the vicinity of my back. The mob was coming closer and they did not sound happy. If I was lucky, I'd get a quick death for stealing from a noble, that is, if I was lucky. They were already firing arrows at me, and I one came within an inch of taking out my ear. I had almost made it to my hideout, when an arrow struck me in my shoulder. That hurt. A lot.

The pain was causing my head to swim. I couldn't think, the pain was clouding my vision, and I was about to faint. I quickly stumbled into the nearest building, and collapsed. I could hear the angry mob behind me shouting and preparing to drag me to some unwilling fate. I closed my eyes, and let the darkness take me.