Rated M for mature content: language, violence, and intense themes
Racing through the streets, completely aware of the small mob following close behind angrily. How things had come to this scale was beyond Rem's understanding. All he wanted was an overpriced rock, a paperweight the size of his head so to speak. His fathers birthday was coming up, a respected archeaologist. These types of things made him happy, but Rem didn't have the money. He had his own interests.
His interests mainly being the very thing that was coming up in his site at that moment. Until then it had been pure luck that the mob hadn't caught up to him. From the moment that he stole the rock, the chase started with the vendors husband chasing him. Soon after, other vendors joined the chase, shouting accusations of other thievery he had committed. It was such a nice day at the market, why couldn't this one thing go his way?
Rem's eyes focused on his car as it grew into view. He willed himself to speed up just a little faster, taking out his keys using the remote to unlock it. He opened the door, getting in, letting the stone drop into his passenger seat, at the same time turning the key starting the engine. He hit the gas speeding forward, closing the door and buckling up at the same time. He looked up into the mirror and saw as the mob stopped and watched him drive off in his deceptively colored Dodge Stratus. In some lights it looked to be a dark blue, in others, an off purple sort.
Grinning at the road before him, he turned his head to take a look at his prize. It was a large oval shaped stone the color of a dark blue. Unlike any stone he was used to. Smooth and seemingly perfect, he knew he had found something good. Too bad he had spend his money in the new tires he needed to buy to replace the worn out ones, leaving him with too little for the stone. So he sped, away from the town, leading to the outskirts.