Sorry that I still can't finish chapter 5. It is important to make sure that stories retains in captivation and concatenation. This is why I spend this time to rethink of fresh ideas and how I should write it. In the meantime, enjoy my non EtG based novel, Two Worlds Apart. Hope you guys enjoy them 
!“Yo, Jake.” I said. I knocked on his door.
“Come in.” He replied.
I can feel the air being heavy in his room. Dirty clothes, and a messed up bed, and targets with several shots from his target practice. He put back his airsoft Glock in the cupboard and took out three knives, putting them between his fingers, imitating a claw. He then threw them all at once to a target, one in the head, one in the heart, and one in the genital area. I jerked myself, feeling the intense pain, if I were the target. He turned and smiled at me.
“What’s up my little brother?” I felt kind of guilty having him to risk his life again.
“Here.” I handed him an envelope. He took a letter opener and sliced it open.
Dear Wolffs,
I know you like me to talk straight to the point……
RENT’S DUE!
Robert Lee
“So Mr. Robert wants another stash huh?”
“Right. I’m really sorry I…” I was cut off.
“It’s ok. How about you help me plan our next move?” He smiled at me.
“Why…..why….I’d love to!” I replied him. Being the second eldest of the seven, its time I should take up some responsibility too. I should not just go to school; I should learn to help retain the family the way it is. We went to the dashboard room, a place where I normally see him planning and working intensively on projects. I’ve never entered this place before, and now that I am in it, I took a closer look of papers, papers with an aerial view of buildings, edifices and mansions.
There were other drawings too. Drawings of tools and equipment and blueprints for constructing them, for he needed them on expeditions like these. Guns are useful, but they should only be used for emergency situations, as they are loud even with a silencer, and they can be tracked down by government forces through its serial number. Fortunately, I have saved enough money to buy a golden plated MAC 10 without a serial number. Made out of the finest precious metals, it costs a fortune, but it is extremely effective and durable and can withstand the toughest environments, even pure aqua regia can’t dissolve it. I was planning to give it to him on his birthday which is a few days from now.
“Right, kiddo.” I turned to face my eldest brother. “Normally, whenever we go and rob a place, we need to plan where to go.” He opened up various atlases and the like to search for a nice place to rob. “O well, nothing here. But…” He turned to me with a grin on his face. “I found this flier.”
I took it from my brother and looked at it. It was a flier about an exhibition founded by an aristocrat, William Hitolton. The exhibition was about being pompous and bloody arrogant, showing the gems, precious metals, anything that has great value. It will be held………
“Tomorrow.” I turned towards my brother.
“That’s right.” He started taking out his pencil and wrote down something. The table was huge. It is a table that can also be adjusted to any angle we wanted, something like the tables architects or engineers would have.
“What are you writing about?” I asked.
“Notes. Things we have to keep in mind when we rob a place.” He replied.
“Like what?”
“I’ll tell you when you need to know.”
The room was silent for a couple of minutes. My brother was writing down notes while I just kept silent, sitting up straight. I looked out at the window. A street lamp was illuminating a trash can right beside it, and the only noises I heard were cricket chirps. Strange, I thought. Cricket chirps in the city. He kept silent, with the lamp showering light over his current work so I decided not to disturb him and decided to look around the room, finding anything interesting for grabs.
I was looking around when I saw a bow. Beside it was a quiver full of arrows. The bow was so old that I could see his handprints which represents where he holds them when shooting. I remembered when I was younger he always told me how he was like Robin Hood, using bows and arrows and steal the money from the rich to the poor, I guess I can truly believe him now. I decided to hold it up to take a look and was about to hold an arrow when I heard a shout.
“No!” My brother shouted.
I accidentally dropped it and it shattered into fragments, cutting my knee. I yelped in pain.
“What have you done!?” He slapped at me hard. “Go back to your room right now!” He was so angry. The fragments of the arrow had pierced through his other works, books and even vials of chemicals. I reluctantly went back to my room, with a broken leg. I cried and yelped in pain as I went back to my room.
I went back to my room and sobbed. Even in the first time I am willing to help him rob a place, he has to treat me like this. But I wouldn’t blame him. He suffered from depression. I can imagine him right now taking his medication of lithium or whatever. He always told me of how a girl had saved his life but she passed away by some freak accident, and he suffered from depression again. I wish I could remember the story…..or perhaps I’ve never been fully told of it before.
After what seemed like hours, my wound was about to stop bleeding and so did my cries. I felt a faint shove on the door.
“Hey………I’m really sorry.” Jake looked down on me.
“It’s alright.” I replied to him. “You have every right to be mad.”
“That was a shrapnel arrow. It was designed to split into shrapnel and pierce multiple enemies under a specified radius. It took me hours to create it, brittle yet deadly. That was why I did not want you to touch it. It was highly dangerous.” He touched me at the back of my head. “Does that wound still hurt? I’ve got plaster and bandages here.”
“No. It’s ok. I don’t blame you. I destroyed some of your works and……..”
“And what?”
“And she passed away…….that is why you are depressed.”
He gave me a quick smile. “But that does not mean I should not take care of my younger ones. Our parents died since I was nine and you were six. Look at the thirteen year old now you’ve been. Smart, handsome, charming.” I blushed.
“So….you got a girl yet?” He smiled. His teeth still shone despite the darkness of the night. I shoved him.
“Aaayyyy…..Maria. She was perhaps the nicest girl I’ve ever known after mom.”
“So that was her name?”
“Yup. She made me enjoy school and all that you know……she was awesome. Too bad NS 6941 took her away. Her precious blood contaminating its white coating.”
“Did you forgive?”
“Forgive NS 6941? It was not its fault, it was the driver’s. Well, it was hard to forgive him, but in the end, I still did. Really wanted to use an arrow though.”
“That’s why my nickname to you is Sagittus.” I gave him a smile.
“¡perdón!”
“No. It is a Latin term for ‘arrow’. You know Sagittarius the constellation?”
“Aaaahhhh……ahora sé.” He smiled at me. “You know, I have to say sorry again because…..”
“No it’s ok, really.”
“So you still in tomorrow?”
“Yeah. It’s time I helped my brother.”
“Thank you.” I can feel a sense of vigor in him. “I’ll wake you up and then I’ll tell you the details.”
“Ok.” I smiled.
“Alright. See you tomorrow!”
“Good night!”
“Nite!”
I then laid down on my bed, and went into a deep sleep.
