[ TT ] You have a gift for talking to inanimate objects . Alongside many perks , it makes you an excellent thief ... but you only steal things that want to be stolen .

The door creaked open. 
 
 `` Thank you,'' I whispered, hearing a quiet grunt in return. In front of me, there was a large room which sparkled like the sun in the daytime, but at night, when all the lights were out, nothing glimmered. I walked up to the first case, glancing inside. It was filled with necklaces. Pearls, diamonds, rubies, emeralds. You name it, it was there. I whispered something quite delicate inside the small keyhole on the cabinet and I was met with a click as the door slid open. Once inside, I pulled all the necklaces out onto the counter. 
 
 `` Are you from Tennessee, because you're the only ten I see. Which one of you lucky ladies would like to go home with me tonight?'' My words were met with small giggles. You could almost see the gemstones blush. There was a small chorus of jewelry saying, `` Me, me,'' as if I would only choose one. 
 
 `` You will be in a dark place for a while, but then I will bring you back out into the sunlight, okay?'' There was a murmured agreement as I swept them all into the bag. The next few cases went about the same way, at least until I got to the wedding band case. Wedding rings always tended to be a bit on the romantic side. They felt they needed to go out with'the one' and would not go with me for anything, especially after they say my bag full of their friends. Of course, I tried anyways. I had to. I just would not feel right if I left a jewelry store without at least asking if they wanted to leave. Most of the jewelry was happy to go, it meant their days of getting placed on oily necks and smelly wrists were over. I just could not convince a wedding band to leave with me. 
 
 Well, that ended tonight. I waltzed up to the wedding ring case, whispered my way through the lock, and picked out a nice big solitaire, probably worth at least seven thousand dollars. I pulled it out of the case and did my best to seduce it. I mentioned how I had a girl at home, how she would be so happy to have a ring like this one. The ring was not having it. Something about two months' salary or nothing. If I was not paying for the ring, the ring did not want me to take it home. I respected its wish, but as I was putting the ring back into the case, I realized I had made a big mistake. Suddenly, there was a loud beeping noise as the alarm started going off. I had about ninety seconds before the cops arrived. 
 
 `` Hey, we can all be friends here. There is no need to yell. Please, quiet down just for a while. For me?'' 
 
 My pleas were unsuccessful. The alarm system did not even warrant me a response, well besides continuing to scream in my ear. I knew I had to move quickly. Grabbing the bag of vacation-ready jewelry, I bolted out the door, looking for the nearest car. I typically walked to sites in order to avoid a profile. Normally, the alarm did not go off. I was in and out in a flash, talking the nearest car into taking me home. The problem was, there were no cars. The entire street had cleared out, even though there had been at least three cars when I entered the jewelry store. 
 
 I took off. I sprinted down the street, ducking into one alley way, coming out of another. I could hear the police sirens closing in quickly. I ran up a parking ramp, searching for a car. The first car was a little Prius. I begged it to let me at least hide on the floor until the cops gave up, but it was not going to happen. I ran up two floors, hearing the boots of the police officers stomping up the stairs, their sad cries echoing in the black of the night. I quickly found a pickup, and I begged it to let me enter. The owner of the vehicle must not have been a great driver, because the door opened up within moments of my pleading. I jumped behind the driver's seat and the ignition flipped on, even though there was no key to be found. I began to drive down the ramp, when I heard someone call for me to stop. It was an officer. I yelled out the window that I had to get going, my girlfriend was expecting me. He told me there had been a robbery near by and they needed to search the pickup for anything that may have been stolen. I had no reason to let them search the vehicle, and had planned on just driving off when a police officer stepped out in front of me. 
 
 Sensing my fear, the pickup decided to take matters into its own hands, well, wheels. The gas pedal depressed itself, speeding up quickly as what was once a police officer turned into a speed bump. That is when I heard it, the scream. A bullet passed my window, screaming in fear, knowing it was about to die. Another flew by. And another. And another. They all screamed. Some were scared, some were angry. Still, others were a mix of the two. They hated me for causing their death. They wanted to take me down with them. They wanted to not die in vain. 
 
 That is when a bullet pierced the rear windshield of the pickup. Gaining speed, the vehicle suddenly slammed on the brakes and turned to the side. The door latch opened, throwing me from the cab. The pickup instantly shut off, for without me behind the wheel, it really was just a pickup. That is when I heard it. The last voice I would ever hear. The scream will haunt me throughout the rest of my life. 
 
 Almost as much as the satisfied sigh which came after. 
 
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