The Criminals

Once upon a time (i.e. approximately 300 million years ago), there used to exist a supercontinent on Earth, known as the Pangaea. This supercontinent was surrounded by a single global ocean, known as the Panthalassa. It is said that our great 7 continents, 5 oceans, infinite seas, islands and countries were formed due to the splitting of Pangaea. Many scholars, geologists and scientists also believe that after 50 million years, the torn and separated Pangaea will reunite again to form the final, inseparable supercontinent and the global ocean Panthalassa, once again.

Although unknown to the whole world, dark shadows of the Satan had already started engulfing the Earth. Pollution, global warming, advances of science, technology and crimes were just the beginning of the downward spiral ladder that humans had started tumbling down through. Horrible times were coming, and yes, ‘tis true, the human kind would one day perish for all their misdeeds.

Unless someone takes the matter in their hands and becomes the lone Messiah of the world – an angel sent from the Heavens by the God himself to save his creations – a spirit of vengeance, who has suffered a lot, and would put anything at stake to protect others from its suffering…

It was only a matter of time… a matter of 50 million years of doom… before the world is saved.

Again…

Chapter 1. The 'Master of Disguise'

It was a dark, cloudy night. The moon hid silently behind the monotonous grey clouds, peeping once in a while to check whether her beloved Earth was all right. There was a strange stillness in the air, with a lovely suspense attached to it.

Yeah, yeah, I know I over-exaggerate things. But you see, I have no other choice. Without my exasperating exaggeration, I don't think you're gonna like this story. So... just stick to it, OK:-P

Any ways, where was I... yeah, the moon. As another cloud veiled her bright face, I leaped off from the rooftop of the mansion and checked my surroundings. The streets were deserted. Good.

It wasn't exactly necessary, but better to be safe than sorry. No one in their right minds would even dare to roam about the streets of Zancrosta at night, especially in a freezing -13 degree Celsius.

No one except me of course.

As I treaded in the darkness, I glanced at that mansion for one last look. Les Miserable’s - that was the name of the mansion of J.H. Cheaterson. He was a filthy rich guy who loved selling fake artefacts to renowned museums and art collectors and himself used to collect (or rather, steal) the original art pieces. Poor guy. He should have realized a long time ago that I was going to strike him. And just look at his luck... he was my 10,000,000th target. I grinned to myself.

See ya never, Cheat.

It was difficult carrying the whole lot of his money... I'm pretty much sure that he had even more gallons of treasures in his banks and offices. Ah, how I wish I could lay my hands on them. But then, who the hell wants to learn all about those silly artworks and what not:-P It's better that I remain within mansions with soft beds and luxuries beyond comparison.

Yeah, I know you might be wondering who the heck I am. Well, here you go.

I’m Adele Blaze (spelt as Adeil Blaze). (I’m a male and I’m human, by the way, just if you get confused with the name.) And what exactly is my occupation, you ask? Well…

Basically, I'm a criminal.

I steal things, I sell things, I make money and I steal again. I don't steal from poor... it's useless, tasteless and is boring. My only targets are filthy rich households - men, who have so much money that I'm sure that they won't mind me taking it. Any ways, they're just another ones of my league - corrupt, dishonest, illegal, and blah blah blah. According to me, they are the source of my income, and any ways, my earning style's the same as theirs. So, they really shouldn't complain. 'Coz if they do, then they're literally the biggest fools the world can ever have.

(Believe it or not, all of my 10,000,000 targets were fools.)

I cautiously switched lanes and watched my back. Of all the fools that I've ever seen, Cheaterson was the biggest one. He informed the police as soon as he found me missing. Idiot.

However, I don't care about the police. They are the biggest shame to Zancrosta, as a matter of fact. They're so clumsy, inefficient, stupid, and (not to mention) cowardly that even sloths are considered better police officers than them. This negligence of duty and lack of courage is what resulted into Zancrosta becoming the Crime Capital of the World. Criminals lurk here everywhere… in streets, sheds, mansions, huts – you name it. There’s a really tough competition out here, and if may not say it so myself, I happen to be the world’s most youngest, handsome, famous and richest of all of them, both in money as well as brains. Cool, right?

Although my pal SlickChet98 had told me… no, warned me… that a sexy chick of my age had joined the forces, and was hell bent on capturing every criminal that was alive and bring it to justice. Not that I care. Sexy girls are my speciality. Did I tell you that I happen to be the most handsome guy in this world? By the way, let me tell you one thing: girls always fall for handsome boys some or the other way. So, I believed that I could tackle a difficulty like that quite easily.

After all, I am the ‘Master of Disguise’. You never know when and in which form I could pounce on you and steal your heart away in just a flick of my eyes, do you? B-) Any ways, I was damn sure that she’d be no problem, and that I’d get away with my loot easily.

Note to be mentioned: I’m always right about these kinds of stuff.

Only this time, I wasn't.