A/N: Hi readers (if I have any) ! Happy New Year's Eve! It's gonna be 2012 soon. It's gonna be THE year, where either the world is either gonna end, or not and then ten years later, people will laugh about how stupid they were! XD
Anyway, this is a story I've been working on for a while now. It's not complete yet (far from it, but I'm working on it). This is only the prologue, and if you people like it, I'll post the next chapter next year! As in, TOMORROW! Well, hope you enjoy it! I apologize for it's short-ness.
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, all you'll ever see are Klaine and Warblers~ So no, I don't own anything except for the plot and horrible OC villians.
A tall, dark-skinned man stood at the window, his copper-brown hair framing his hard face. His dark eyes were narrowed in concentration as he mentally went through his plans in his mind. Halfway through, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. He turned around, a look of irritation flashed past his face before it composed into that of cold indifference.
"You may enter," he commanded in a deep booming voice, and if one listened closely enough, you could hear a hint of an Italian accent in the otherwise perfect English.
A small balding man came in, trembling slightly in the presence of the intimidating man. "V-Volpe," he stuttered, avoiding the larger man's eyes.
"What is it?" Volpe demanded, staring down his subordinate.
"Th-the team is ready, sir," the small man informed.
"Good. Are the… accommodations ready?" Volpe questioned, seemingly pleased at his choice of words.
"Yes, sir. The warehouse-"
"Do not speak of it!" The dark man suddenly snapped, causing the balding man to take a step back involuntarily.
"O-Of course, sir. I-I apologize," he blurted hastily, bowing repeatedly.
"Enough," the man silenced, "Tell the team they may proceed according to the given time."
"Y-yes, sir. Right away, sir," the small man bowed once more before scurrying out the door.
Volpe sighed in disappointment, it was so hard to find good help these days. The only reason he took that rat-like man was because he had the connections he needed to complete this task. Perhaps after this, he could dispose of him. He hummed decidedly, before sinking down onto the plush leather armchair behind the desk where he was standing.
He glanced towards his computer, where a video of what seemed like a school choir competition was paused at a group of boys wearing navy blue blazers lined in red. Volpe felt a rare smile creeping onto his face as he recounted his plans. "Dalton Academy for Boys," he scoffed under his breath, "They'll never see it coming."
A/N: Dun Dun Dun... I love dramatic music~ So, as the title suggests, who is this mysterious Volpe going to kidnap? Is it Kurt, the fashionista? Or Reed, the adorable Dormouse? Or maybe the slightly deranged White Knight? Hey, if you guess right, maybe I'll write something for you exclusively (If you want me to, that is...)!
So, did you guys like it? I hope you did! If I have the time (and is not passed out from New Year celebrations), I'll post the next chapter tomorrow! To encourage me, send in reviews and/or favorite it!
With love,
Nioral Noas