Laverna
Goddess of thieves
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Chief raced after Detective Sandiego as she fled down the stairs. His metal body clanked with each step.
"Where are we going?" he asked, not needing to catch his breath. At seventeen, Carmen was already acme’s top detective, her mind sharper than any adult's. Acme had plucked her from the orphanage at eleven, molding her into a prodigy. He had joined in 1985, to help her catch Gunnar Maelstrom, a marine biologist gone mad with a plan to steal the Titanic.
Maelstrom had sneered at her, called her a thief, just as they closed in. But now, two years later, he feared he was losing her. .The noise sounded like alarms to Carmen, making her search everywhere for an escape. Her beige hat nearly flew off her head as she skipped multiple sets of stairs. "Carmen, come back!" Chief cried out as he searched for her..
She had bigger things to escape than this building, bigger things than Acme itself. She had outgrown the girl who caught Maelstrom.She yanked open the door, leading to the back alley; she longed to vanish into the San Francisco night, never to be seen again. She couldn't afford to, not after her last failure made the cover of the local newspaper. She had been caught red-handed with a purse on her arm. She was so stupid; she had been caught stealing. But it wasn't about the purse. It was about the thrill, the power. A taste of what she would have when she ran things. Maelstrom had craved infamy; now, so did she. Her eyes, those piercing blue eyes that had captivated him since her first day at Acme, scanned the area. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat as she bolted for a hidden spot. She quickly climbed up a fire escape to wait for the chief to give up his pursuit. She held her breath, trying to let the June night masquerade her from the robot. Her Acme badge fell from her belt, landing softly in a pile of leaves. She fought back a gasp. She would miss this, miss the simplicity of being a detective. But she was meant for more. She was meant to be a queen
"Come on, we can fix this, Carmen. Acme is your family; our family. If you just come back and say you're sorry, I'm sure the higher-ups will forgive you." He explained. He looked behind a rusty dumpster before pacing back and forth. He was worried sick. Why was she acting like a criminal today? Chief found himself confused about why humans changed so rapidly. He didn't get it. This was just the beginning. When he joined Acme, he had hoped to protect her, to be a father figure. But now, he feared he had lost her to the very darkness they had once fought.
"Are you seriously thinking they would forgive me for shoplifting?" Carmen rebutted, revealing herself to him. She smirked down at him. Her face wasn't loving or sweet like he remembered her usually being when they played little games to kill time waiting for another case to solve. That girl was gone. A woman had taken her place. A woman forged in the fire of Acme's expectations and the danger of men like Maelstrom.
"You're acting off; I don't like it." the chief complained as he started his ascent to reach Carmen. He would reach her any minute, and then he could calm her down. Although the angry Sandiego seemed to have other plans about calming down. Plans that would change everything. Plans that would shatter the image Acme had so carefully crafted. The image he had sworn to protect.
"Why bother?" Carmen asked before sitting on the railing. She recklessly leaned back over the railing. She smiled as the wind whipped through her long hair. She was meant to walk the thin line between right and wrong, not play by the rules. She was meant to make the rules. Maelstrom had thought the same, and look where it got him. But Carmen would not be caught so easily.
"Please, don't jump," Chief muttered, clenching his jaw as he visualized Carmen jumping to her doom. The image of her lifeless body broken into a thousand pieces beyond repair hurt. He shook his head before cautiously stepping closer to his partner. He didn't get it. He never would. He still saw the little girl Acme had adopted. But that little girl was dead. The woman before him now was a stranger, a foe perhaps.
The unusual laughter she did sounded like a hyena; "you think I'm going to end it here.?" she asked. She stood up on the railing; her body weight swinging as she regained her balance. She pretended to step off while making intense eye contact with the chief. Fear flickered in his eyes. Good. He should be afraid. They would all be afraid soon enough.
."Stop, this isn't funny." He yelped about ready to call headquarters for backup. She was beyond their help now. She was beyond his help.
"Go ahead and call. Tell them I came back throwing a tantrum because I wasn't allowed to steal a purse." She mocked as she walked like a cat on the rail. A wicked look flashed in her eyes. They would soon learn her name. They would soon tremble at the mention of Carmen Sandiego.
"All this over a purse?" Chief raised an eyebrow. He still didn't get it.
"Of course not." She boasted. "I'm tired of being goodie two shoes; I always wanted a bad reputation, and it's fun to scare people." But it was more than that. It was about control, respect, and soon, much more. It was about power. And she would stop at nothing to get it. Acme had taught her well. But now, she would use those lessons against them. Maelstrom had been a fool. But Carmen would not be outsmarted
"Where are we going?" he asked, not needing to catch his breath. At seventeen, Carmen was already acme’s top detective, her mind sharper than any adult's. Acme had plucked her from the orphanage at eleven, molding her into a prodigy. He had joined in 1985, to help her catch Gunnar Maelstrom, a marine biologist gone mad with a plan to steal the Titanic.
Maelstrom had sneered at her, called her a thief, just as they closed in. But now, two years later, he feared he was losing her. .The noise sounded like alarms to Carmen, making her search everywhere for an escape. Her beige hat nearly flew off her head as she skipped multiple sets of stairs. "Carmen, come back!" Chief cried out as he searched for her..
She had bigger things to escape than this building, bigger things than Acme itself. She had outgrown the girl who caught Maelstrom.She yanked open the door, leading to the back alley; she longed to vanish into the San Francisco night, never to be seen again. She couldn't afford to, not after her last failure made the cover of the local newspaper. She had been caught red-handed with a purse on her arm. She was so stupid; she had been caught stealing. But it wasn't about the purse. It was about the thrill, the power. A taste of what she would have when she ran things. Maelstrom had craved infamy; now, so did she. Her eyes, those piercing blue eyes that had captivated him since her first day at Acme, scanned the area. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat as she bolted for a hidden spot. She quickly climbed up a fire escape to wait for the chief to give up his pursuit. She held her breath, trying to let the June night masquerade her from the robot. Her Acme badge fell from her belt, landing softly in a pile of leaves. She fought back a gasp. She would miss this, miss the simplicity of being a detective. But she was meant for more. She was meant to be a queen
"Come on, we can fix this, Carmen. Acme is your family; our family. If you just come back and say you're sorry, I'm sure the higher-ups will forgive you." He explained. He looked behind a rusty dumpster before pacing back and forth. He was worried sick. Why was she acting like a criminal today? Chief found himself confused about why humans changed so rapidly. He didn't get it. This was just the beginning. When he joined Acme, he had hoped to protect her, to be a father figure. But now, he feared he had lost her to the very darkness they had once fought.
"Are you seriously thinking they would forgive me for shoplifting?" Carmen rebutted, revealing herself to him. She smirked down at him. Her face wasn't loving or sweet like he remembered her usually being when they played little games to kill time waiting for another case to solve. That girl was gone. A woman had taken her place. A woman forged in the fire of Acme's expectations and the danger of men like Maelstrom.
"You're acting off; I don't like it." the chief complained as he started his ascent to reach Carmen. He would reach her any minute, and then he could calm her down. Although the angry Sandiego seemed to have other plans about calming down. Plans that would change everything. Plans that would shatter the image Acme had so carefully crafted. The image he had sworn to protect.
"Why bother?" Carmen asked before sitting on the railing. She recklessly leaned back over the railing. She smiled as the wind whipped through her long hair. She was meant to walk the thin line between right and wrong, not play by the rules. She was meant to make the rules. Maelstrom had thought the same, and look where it got him. But Carmen would not be caught so easily.
"Please, don't jump," Chief muttered, clenching his jaw as he visualized Carmen jumping to her doom. The image of her lifeless body broken into a thousand pieces beyond repair hurt. He shook his head before cautiously stepping closer to his partner. He didn't get it. He never would. He still saw the little girl Acme had adopted. But that little girl was dead. The woman before him now was a stranger, a foe perhaps.
The unusual laughter she did sounded like a hyena; "you think I'm going to end it here.?" she asked. She stood up on the railing; her body weight swinging as she regained her balance. She pretended to step off while making intense eye contact with the chief. Fear flickered in his eyes. Good. He should be afraid. They would all be afraid soon enough.
."Stop, this isn't funny." He yelped about ready to call headquarters for backup. She was beyond their help now. She was beyond his help.
"Go ahead and call. Tell them I came back throwing a tantrum because I wasn't allowed to steal a purse." She mocked as she walked like a cat on the rail. A wicked look flashed in her eyes. They would soon learn her name. They would soon tremble at the mention of Carmen Sandiego.
"All this over a purse?" Chief raised an eyebrow. He still didn't get it.
"Of course not." She boasted. "I'm tired of being goodie two shoes; I always wanted a bad reputation, and it's fun to scare people." But it was more than that. It was about control, respect, and soon, much more. It was about power. And she would stop at nothing to get it. Acme had taught her well. But now, she would use those lessons against them. Maelstrom had been a fool. But Carmen would not be outsmarted
