Friday, March 30, 2007
Robin Hood
He crept into the room from the window. Under the veil of secrecy, he surreptitiously stealthed across the room in a clandestine manner. His furtive glance laid fixed on the safe at the corner. He sniggered to himself. His gloved hands handled the combination lock like a seasoned expert, deftly wielding the device to his obedience. In a matter of seconds, the lock laid subdued on the floor. He took out his bag and emptied the contents of the safe into it.
'Who's that? What are you doing!' a voice shouted from behind. Needless to say, he had been discovered. Exhilaration suddenly surged through his veins. Robin thought that it was starting to get exciting. He slung his bag across his shoulder and smiled. The man who shouted ran towards him, desperate to stop him from looting his possessions. In one swift motion, Robin swept his legs and tripped the man, leaving him crashing to the floor. He followed up with a hard kick at the man's torso. Robin lifted up the hood of his jacket and hid his face in it. 'Woe to you. I will bring these blessings to those who need it,' with these words, Robin finished the man with a malicious kick to his head. Filled with a sense of achievement, Robin climbed out of the window and disappeared into the silence of the night. His night just began. Quickening his footsteps, Robin headed towards the back alley.
Robin walked right into the midst of the crowd. The crowd hushed themselves and sat down in their positions quietly as they waited in much eagerness. Robin emptied his bag on the floor and the crowd went wild with excitement at the sight of the loot. 'Help yourselves wtih them!' Robin told them and smiled. The crowd hailed Robin as their hero and distributed the loot among themselves.
Amidst the winters of society, such an occasion certainly acted as the fireplace that warms them, who otherwise were all freezing with poverty and hunger. The impersonal environment had left them feeling dejected and disillusioned. Robin is their only hero. Every night, they would gather and wait for Robin to bring them what they need to fuel their lives. Robin is their symbol of strength and righteousness.
A little boy trudged into their presence, wailing uncontrollably. Torrents of tears gushed out from him and he was overwhelmed with seemingly so much grief and sorrow. 'Hey kid, what's troubling you? Tell Robin and he will deliver you from your troubles.' one from the crowd said. Robin grinned and went towards the little boy. He stroke his head and wiped away his tears. 'Tell me your troubles and what you want me to do for you,' Robin told the little boy who was still trembling and shaking.
'You are the thief that has come to steal, kill and destroy. Why did you kill Daddy?' the boy glared hard at Robin, though his tears were still flowing. The crowd began to look at one another and looked at Robin again. Some understood immediately. They left the loot on the ground and walked off without looking back. Some began to call the little boy insane. Robin put on his hood again. He lifted his head high, unashamedly. He was talked about as the one who robbed the rich and gave to the poor. He knew he would always have his followers, despite some leaving him upon realising who he really was. Robin laid his hands on the head of the boy, the expression of his face manifesting a glint of malice.
'Who's that? What are you doing!' a voice shouted from behind. Needless to say, he had been discovered. Exhilaration suddenly surged through his veins. Robin thought that it was starting to get exciting. He slung his bag across his shoulder and smiled. The man who shouted ran towards him, desperate to stop him from looting his possessions. In one swift motion, Robin swept his legs and tripped the man, leaving him crashing to the floor. He followed up with a hard kick at the man's torso. Robin lifted up the hood of his jacket and hid his face in it. 'Woe to you. I will bring these blessings to those who need it,' with these words, Robin finished the man with a malicious kick to his head. Filled with a sense of achievement, Robin climbed out of the window and disappeared into the silence of the night. His night just began. Quickening his footsteps, Robin headed towards the back alley.
Robin walked right into the midst of the crowd. The crowd hushed themselves and sat down in their positions quietly as they waited in much eagerness. Robin emptied his bag on the floor and the crowd went wild with excitement at the sight of the loot. 'Help yourselves wtih them!' Robin told them and smiled. The crowd hailed Robin as their hero and distributed the loot among themselves.
Amidst the winters of society, such an occasion certainly acted as the fireplace that warms them, who otherwise were all freezing with poverty and hunger. The impersonal environment had left them feeling dejected and disillusioned. Robin is their only hero. Every night, they would gather and wait for Robin to bring them what they need to fuel their lives. Robin is their symbol of strength and righteousness.
A little boy trudged into their presence, wailing uncontrollably. Torrents of tears gushed out from him and he was overwhelmed with seemingly so much grief and sorrow. 'Hey kid, what's troubling you? Tell Robin and he will deliver you from your troubles.' one from the crowd said. Robin grinned and went towards the little boy. He stroke his head and wiped away his tears. 'Tell me your troubles and what you want me to do for you,' Robin told the little boy who was still trembling and shaking.
'You are the thief that has come to steal, kill and destroy. Why did you kill Daddy?' the boy glared hard at Robin, though his tears were still flowing. The crowd began to look at one another and looked at Robin again. Some understood immediately. They left the loot on the ground and walked off without looking back. Some began to call the little boy insane. Robin put on his hood again. He lifted his head high, unashamedly. He was talked about as the one who robbed the rich and gave to the poor. He knew he would always have his followers, despite some leaving him upon realising who he really was. Robin laid his hands on the head of the boy, the expression of his face manifesting a glint of malice.