(FP and BP: Play the OST below if you want to have more epicness and oomph when reading.)

https://youtu.be/9JJdyws2qZ4

Phantom Thief.

What is a 'Phantom Thief' exactly?

His boots thumped onto the solid floor that was the rooftop in rhythm with his heartbeat. His arms pumping as hard his legs, the adrenaline coursing through his veins as his heart kept thumping even harder than the biggest drum pounded by the mightiest warrior. The slight ruffling sound produced by the cowl on his head barely audible in his ears.

The moonlight glinted off the visor and mouthguard that offered him strength and security, below the streets were empty as they should be. Of course they were empty. Who would be up at this ungodly hour when they could be blissfully sleeping in a nice warm comfy bed?

Certainly not him, that's for sure.

No, he had a task to accomplish. It was already 50% accomplished, the duffel bag slung over his shoulder containing a literal valuable treasure being proof of that.

If one were to search up the topic of 'phantom thief' on Google well....if Google were a person they would most likely roll their eyes and scoff at such absurdity. After all, Phantom Thieves are no more than myths. High tales spun by imaginative authors and producers for entertainment.

And even if such a...... 'status' or someone daresay 'job' existed, what good was it?

To most a Phantom Thief was no more than a 'gentleman burglar', a refined version of a thief who merely used the title as a cover for their crimes like how one uses colorful sheets to hide the stains on a mattress.

They were still labelled as criminals who broke the law and like all criminals they deserved to be put behind bars......

But they don't even know the half of it.

He jumped over to the next rooftop with ease gained from experience and relentless training. He rolled to reduce the impact and was already sprinting off before he was fully up.

He could hear the telltale beating of helicopter blades and the sirens of police cars. Shouts and orders being barked by none other than the police.

Of course, who else would it be?

'On the bright side, not SWAT.' He thought sarcastically. Welp, at least no RPGs were gonna be sent flying towards him.....yet.

He slid down the slanted roof of another building, the glass gleaming and showing the reflection of a black and red blurr. He vaulted over a pipe in his way before shimmying down a nearby sewage pipe, finding himself in an alleyway.

He pressed himself flat against the wall and peeked out to see the police cars pass by in a blurr, the sirens casting a blinding red and blue glow with a horrendous 'wee-wooo-wee-wooo' tune being played over and over again like a broken recorder.

He smirked under his mouthguard. 'Too easy.' He thought.

Despite the dangers, the thrill, oh the thrill and adrenaline he felt coursing through his veins all the time was addictive in a way.

But alas, he had to push those aside and focus.

Unfortunately he had to shift his focus onto something else- the light being shined onto him.

He brought a hand up to shield his face. 'Crap.' He thought. Looks like this game of cat and mouse was not as easy as he suspected.

"Freeze!" the policeman said, gun cocked and aimed.

Behind him, police cars screeched to a halt and more officers poured out, guns already loaded and fingers ready on the trigger.

"Bit hard to do that, officer. It isn't exactly chilly here in Malaysia." He said lifting his hands up, seemingly not at all bothered by the guns aimed at him.

"Drop the bag." The officer ordered, not taking his eyes away from the black and red clad figure.

"Bag? Oh, you mean this." He said and slung the bag off before holding it out. "You want it?" he asked dangling it in front of the officer, taunting him.

Petty thieves and burglars try to avoid danger like the plague. They slink off back to their shady holes the moment danger rears its ugly head.....

Phantom Thieves however.......

"Think fast!" he said and tossed it up into the air as high as he could.

The officer's eyes along with many others naturally looked up to follow the bag being tossed up. In that brief moment, in that tiny window of opportunity.......he made his move.

He whipped out his grappling hook.

Took aim.

And.......

Face the danger head on.

The slight mechanical hiss filled the tensioned air as a grappling hook was fired and made its flight through the air towards it destination.

The barbed tip buried itself into the roof of a nearby building and he pulled the trigger.

The officers reacted too late as they aimed their guns back up.

But in those few seconds it took for them to shift the position of their guns ever so slightly combined with the time taken to set their fingers on the trigger, aim and pull it......

The bullets landed on nothing but concrete as their target shot off.

He stretched his arm out and caught the straps of the duffel bag as he rose up towards the building.

He gripped the edge and hauled himself up. "Too slow!" he called after them before continuing his run.

"Damn it!" the officer cursed, then he talked into his walkie talkie. "The beast has escaped Bravo 1's cage. I repeat, the beast has escaped from Bravo 1's cage!"

There was a bit of static before a reply came. "Copy that, Bravo 1. Bravo 3 and 5 moving in to clip off beast's wings, over."

Meanwhile said 'beast' was still running across the rooftops, leaping over the gaps between from one to the next like a true beast in the wild but with a certain.....finesse, one would say.

Just as he was about to jump over the next, he skidded to a halt as a chopper shone its light onto him, blinding him briefly.

'Aw, crap.' He thought. The 'thud-thud-thud' of the helicopter's blades were so loud, he didn't know if it was actually his heart thumping in his chest. The wind blew at his face, nearly throwing the cowl off his head.

The door leading to the rooftop was slammed open and officers poured out of it like a wave.

"Freeze!" they ordered as they knelt down and took up their positions, guns once again aimed at their target. 

"Don't you guys ever get tired of that word?" he said lifting his hands again. "I mean, why freeze? What, heat  of the moment thing? Now that's pretty ironic." Despite the mouthguard, the officers could practically picture the smirk underneath it.

They weren't taking any chances and made no order for any sudden movement from him.

"Drop your weapons." the officer ordered instead.

"Bit hard to dump my brain out, don't cha think?" he quipped back.

"Now!" the officer ordered with a slight jerk of his gun.

"Ok, ok, sheesh. So impatient ah?" he said, rolling his eyes under the helmet. "Look, I've got nothing on me. Sides, all I've got is this." He took a kerambit out from his utility belt, the moonlight glinting off the curved blade making it look like a silver luminescent crescent moon itself.

"I highly doubt this butter knife would do anything against a bullet." He pointed out.

"I don't care." The officer forced out, teeth gritting as he lost his patience. "Drop it!"

"Fine fine." He said. "And I just polished it." He added exasperatedly before he dropped it down on the ground. The moonlight still glinted off of it.

"It looks pretty beautiful, huh officer?" he asked and gestured to the discarded weapon. "Like a silver crescent moon glowing in the dark sky."

"Yeah, yeah, very poetic." The officer said as he began to slowly advance forward, the other officers doing the same to corner the target.

"But still, it's nothing compared to the real thing, huh?" he went on as though he wasn't interrupted.

"Enough games and riddles, Drakkon!" the officer snapped, finally losing his patience.

The red and clad figure who was their target- Drakkon still went on, seemingly not at all fazed by the trap closing in on him. He tilted his head back and gazed up at the moon. "Wow! Would you look at that? It's a full moon tonight!"

Indeed, the moon was there among the clouds, proudly glowing to illuminate the gloomy night sky. It stood out there as though it were a silent spectator gazing down at the scene below.

"Yup! See that boys and girls?" he asked pointing upwards towards the moon. "That's an omen."

Phantom Thieves don't just steal treasure and take valuables that don't belong to them.

"I mean, it's so bright! Yup, you know what tonight is perfect for?" he asked.

"Your arrest!" another officer shouted.

"Eh!" Drakkon said, crossing his arms. "Wrong answer."

Phantom Thieves.......

"The correct answer is that it's a perfect night for.....a miracle!" he said with an extravagant wave of his hand.

"Tonight!" he announced.

Make miracles.

"I shall reach down under to perform a miracle!" Drakkon announced.

"The only miracle that could happen is him shutting up." One of the officers muttered.

"You heard him 'Miracle Man', game's are up." The officer said moving in to handcuff Drakkon.

"Says who?" Drakkon said. Then......

The beast striked.

He kicked the kerambit, sending it skidding away like a blurred silver disk. Most of the officers, taken by surprise from the sudden movement naturally shifted their attention to the skidding blade.....

And missed the real deal.

With a flick of his wrist, a smoke bomb came out into his hand. He threw it down and the officers were soon enveloped into the blinding grasps of a red and black fog.

Coughing and hacking was heard as they breathed in the smoke. "C-crap! *koff* Where is he?!" the officer demanded.

They heard a motorcycle rev. His eyes widen and he pushed past the other discombobulated officers until he reached the edge of the roof. He leaned forward as far as he dared over the ledge and looked down.

Just as a red classic, vintage Harley Davidson bike burst through the doors.

"Look for the dragon's tail next time!" Dragon called back with a wave as he rode off, literally leaving them in the dust.

The officer clenched his hands into fist and gritted his teeth as the anger boiled in him like a volcano waiting to erupt. Drakkon has once again slipped through their fingers.

"Diu!" he cursed, his Asian Cantonese accent even more obvious now. 'How does he do it?!' he wondered.

The Harley Davidson and its rider had already disappeared into the night as though they were never there.

The only proof of their presence was the same as all the other previous encounters with all the other cops.

A coin.

A Chinese coin with a dragon and phoenix proudly etched onto it.