• “We have a 211 in progress. I repeat a 211 in progress! In pursuit of culprit now. He is heading down Exhibition Rd, Northbound towards Serpentine River. Suspect is a white male wearing a black leather jacket with a black bag on his back and riding a black Suzuki GSX-R600 bike. He is highly dangerous. Proceed with caution.”

    “My name is Malachi Johnson.”

    “10-4 on that. We have a visual on suspect in question. We’ve set up a road block in front of the Serpentine River Bridge.”

    “I am thirteen years old.”

    “This is air support; we have a visual on target. He is speeding up towards the bridge now.”

    “And I am an international jewel thief.”

    “Tch… stupid cops.” The boy muttered in a harsh cockney accent, glancing back at cops behind him.

    Through his black, tight goggles, young Malachi Johnson peered forward just being able to make out the road block on the bridge. It was night time; considerably late for his age. The cold November night wind being sucked towards his face blew the rolling sweat beads from his exposed mouth and neck. It felt good but this was no time for indulgences. Tucked in a small black rucksack on his back was a priceless emerald maple leaf he had just stolen from the V&A museum in London; one of four. This just happened to be the third one; a rare and indeed valuable artefact. But an odd one at that. It was the only thing he stole despite the hundreds of other jewels sitting around it.

    Malachi revved his engine and sped up. He leaned from side to side; aiding his effortless glide through a maze of slow moving cars. There was a bit of construction before him slowing the cars down even more. Malachi gritted his teeth as he started getting frustrated from all the distractions trying to divert him from his mission. The space between the cars was rapidly shrinking. The last thing he needed right now was to stop. So instead… he sped up.

    At the last minute, just before the gap completely closed, Malachi revved his engine one more time and yanked the front wheel up. He jumped onto the back of a small car and flew off its roof like a ramp. The people stuck in the congestion gasped in amazement at the flying young boy on his motorbike. Malachi clutched the handle bar tightly as he proceeded to ride over the tops of the cars. He moved with the motion of the bike rather than staying fixed allowing him to keep up his speed.

    There were many angry shouts from the drivers he just drove over but Malachi was far from interested in their petty complaints. Sweat began to drip from his brow as the adrenalin slowly began fading away. He had just robbed one of the world’s most famous museums and was now in pursuit. This was nothing new to him but it was still draining. At last he cleared the cars and was able to shoot ahead. Malachi had hoped the traffic would slow the cops down but instead two police cars appeared on either side of him. Malachi growled. He couldn’t afford to be caught. Not when his goal was so close! It was time to call on reinforcement. Malachi suddenly hit the breaks shooting him backwards from the cops. When he finally stopped, Malachi quickly drew a usual looking gun from his side holster and aimed it at the sky; a flare gun. A bright red flare shot high into the sky with a bang then exploded about twenty feet above the city. It was then followed by Malachi’s high voice.

    “PHOENIX!”

    By this point the cops had managed to turn around and were now driving back towards their sitting duck. But Malachi just sat there smirking. He leaned forward on his bike and sat there awaiting his help. The cops stopped only a few feet in front of him and quickly climbed out of their cars; aiming their 9mm guns at the child. Malachi sat their ready to make his move. This puzzled the four cops leaning out of their car doors but they saw he was not about to attack and slowly made their way out from behind the bullet proof doors.

    “Gotcha.” Malachi sneered as they cleared their cars.

    A huge fiery streaked suddenly knocked their cars clear out of the way. The cops panicked and in their confusion, Malachi sped forward towards the bridge. The mysterious streak suddenly appeared beside him, revealing herself as an enormous but beautiful phoenix. The fire had faded from her wings giving her the appearance of a large yellow bird with orange and red tips.

    “You oaf! How could you let the cops get so close?!” She hissed above Malachi’s head.

    “Hey! Not my fault! I’ve made it this far haven’t I?! Now distract the barrier!” Malachi shouted back.

    The Phoenix grudgingly obliged. She swooped down in front of Malachi and created a large fiery explosion. The men before the barrier panicked and cleared to the sides of the bridge; some even dived into the water. This left a nice opening for Malachi to slip through. His smile and confidence grew. At the end of the long metal bridge, Malachi turned left onto a small dirt path leading towards four fountains in the Italian Garden. That was his destination. On the other side of the river, the flashing lights from the police cars caught his eye. They were still trying to follow him. Malachi frowned now thoroughly annoyed.

    However, in his ear piece that was tuned into the Police Scanners, he picked up sudden bewilderment and fear. He didn’t need to look up. He knew exactly what they were freaking out about and a smile curled on his lips. No, it wasn’t the Phoenix. Something far larger. From the sky descended what was unmistakably a pirate ship. A flying pirate ship. As it lowered further from the clouds and the helicopter lights shone on it, everyone got a clear view of it. It had the exact design of pirate ship like you see in Pirates of the Caribbean, stern, mass, some odd chick on the front, but rather than being made of wood it was made of metal. And from the stern, two powerful jets stuck out that slowly began to rotate down allowing them to hover above the water. The mass and sail were made of steel but the sail was laid down flap like wings on an air plane.

    On the body of the boat was another, smaller pair of steel wings. These were Sky Pirates. None of the cops could believe their eyes. Most humans just believe Sky Pirates are myths or fairy tales. This was unreal! But the boat’s appearance only sped Malachi forward. He knew the pirate’s law well. Two minute landing. They’d park in front of the four fountains and he’d have only two minutes to get on or they’d leave him behind. The gem was important to them but they believed in the code of, “Those who run away live to fight another day.” They’d just come back later when things settled down to retrieve the gem and leave Malachi in prison for failing. It was a harsh rule but if they didn’t, they’d be captured as well.

    “Oh yeah, I’m also a Sky Pirate.”

    Malachi reached the end of the dirt path then quickly turned and jumped over the metal fence. The ship had just landed but he would have to jump on board. Malachi spun around and then proceeded to gain speed by riding to the furthest point back of the four fountains he could. For a few seconds, he sat there revving his engine trying to gain as much speed as he possibly could. But unfortunately, the cops reached him. This time they didn’t hesitate to shoot. Malachi had no more time, the boat was about to depart. He released the spinning wheels and shot up. He continually ducked attempting to dodge the bullets. At the last second before he was to jump, Malachi slammed a red button on the side of his bike.

    A pair black wings and a jet suddenly shot out from the bottom and back of the bike that propelled him up. The ship had just begun pulling away when Malachi landed. He slid off his bike and allowed it to crash into the other wall. Very little damage was done to the bike or the ship but it was exhausted just as he was. For a few seconds as they took off, he lay on the cold metal allowing his body to catch up from the shock. He could hear loud cheers from his fellow mates as they escaped into the dark clouds above. Malachi managed to slip his sweaty goggles off before he was hoisted to his feet by two other pirates in celebration.

    The thirteen year old Brit had thick medium long brown matted hair with stunning green eyes that at this moment shimmered with excitement. He gained a second wind allowing him to pull the green maple leaf from his bag and hold it up. But the joy was short lived when Malachi suddenly recoiled his arm in pain. He clutched the bleeding wound on his upper arm. A bullet managed to graze him deeply. Unfortunately, despite being a pirate, Malachi had Haemophilia or fear of blood. This resulted in his world suddenly going black and him collapsing on the ground. His mates’ screams slowly faded away as well leaving him completely alone in his own mind as he entered a semi-conscious state.

    “I’m almost there dad. I’m coming for you.” He thought as he finally slipped into unconsciousness.