Five Finger Discount {Sam/Mitchell}

Thievery was an art, not a skill that one typically learns. Mitchell had practiced it since a young age, Jack being the one to show him how much fun it would be. Every day, Mitchell had taken it a step further. It started with stealing from the weak and slow, then the elderly, then adults, and then soon enough he was stealing from stores and rich people. Stealing had become a norm for the Laws boys, until the incident where Mitchell's scars are created upon his body. Mitchell had been the one whipped and yet, his taste for the art still grows more and more. A thief never stops, no matter the consequences of stealing. Addiction to thievery is what he had and he always came back for more. Even when death stared him right in the eyes with every step he took.

The craving for the rush had come faster than he expected it too. Adrenaline was his ally, but also his enemy. All he wanted was to revel in the adrenaline high he got for stealing things. Words were his greatest ally when it came to thievery. Keep their eyes on him, while his hands sneakily take the item by surprise. That was something more useful in the districts, but now that he was going to face twenty three killers, he needed to get better at stealing without using his words or looks as a distraction. Sleight of hand was a good skill that he had, but he needed to take it up a notch. A notch higher than before. A way to hone the skills he already knows.

The first victim of his assault to gather their belongings was the pretty blonde from Five. Samira Hart, a woman who looked both innocent and yet murderous. A girl to be feared by others, but not Mitchell Laws. Mitchell Laws wasn't easily frightened. Life in District Twelve made sure of that. If the District had a perfume, it would have been the smell of dead bodies that litter the district. Food was harder to come by in District Twelve. Samira Hart would not be like the dead bodies or the people of District Twelve. The blonde hair frames her face nicely, if there had been other circumstances, Mitchell would have lost his way with words, but learning how to confront people was a new skill he was slowly learning.

Walls line his emotions, only being torn down once in his entire life. Lips still tingle from the taste of Jasper Dandarian, who was home in District Twelve. The watch sits calmly upon his wrist, the metal shining against the lights above. Feet move slowly and quietly as he plans his attack. Silent steps and soft breathing. Hands reach for the brush in front of Samira Hart. The anticipation of getting the item was getting to him. The brush is his before she can get it. And he feels relief hit him for only a second. It only took a second for the relief to disappear.

Mitchell Laws wasn't meant to steal from Samira Hart.