Out With Love, In With Vengeance

Chapter 1

Crafty Plotting

Hey, ok so this is the first chappy of my new Sly Cooper story. So the down low here is, Neyla is escaping from prison to go get her revenge on Sly and blah blah, ya know the works. Butttshe gets an unexpected surprise. Could be good, could be bad, wait and see. I have nothing against Neyla btw for people. I love her, she's awesome. And so is Sly, and so is Carmelita, I love them all! No hate from me to them. And I hope no hate from you to me...hehe..uhhh yeah..anywhooo. Here it is, the very first chapter in Out With Love, In With Vengeance. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sly Cooper characters! (Damn I wish...sigh)

The poor guard knew nothing of his death. Knew nothing of an attacker sneaking up behind him. All he knew was the feeling of an object around his neck, choking the life out of him, and then his world going black as he fell into his ever lasting sleep.

Smirking, the attacker gripped her weapon and stepped around the guard. She looked around at her surroundings. She was pretty used to them by now. Or at least she should be after two whole years locked up there.

Though her time wasn't left unspent. Almost immediately after arriving in the hell hole her mind began buzzing with its flaws and weak points, easy escapes, and possible rendezvous points. It was natural, almost an instinct.. After all she was a thief.

And she had been in league with a rather notorious and skilled one. Sly Cooper as he's called. Her eyes narrowed at the thought of him. That bastardest raccoon.. and that horrid fox. The fox's name was Carmelita... Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox.

Oh how Sly cared for that cop.. It sickened her to the fullest extent.. A thief? In love with an Interpol cop? She had tired her hardest to let Sly into her plans. And into her life. But he had other plans in mind.

At her time of power as Clock-La Sly teamed up with the wretched fox and shot her down.. But she didn't go down without a fight...oh no she gave them hell. And made sure she left scars that would last a lifetime after she was gone. Even as she was being dragged out of the remains of Clock-La she was cursing them, making sure they knew how she loathed them.

Interpol had kept her moving from tight security prison after tight security prison, each more advanced then the last. All because they knew all too well that she would be able to bust out of each and every one of them. They finally placed her in this hell on earth. Which, even she had to say, was a force to be reckoned with.

All the exits and entrances were triple locked, alarm rigged, and voice and finger print entry only. If the computers in the prison didn't recognize you, you were screwed. But she could manage without the doors...she would just have to find another way out. And like in every thieves code. The rooftops are a thief's best friend.

Conveniently for her there was a sky light in the room her cell was in. It seemed that with all the short circuits the technology on her cell caused created quite a thick smoke every time it happened, so the owner had enforced that some kind of venalation be in the room for the smoke to escape to. Ha...morons..

The idiots had even humored her about her weapon. She had told them that her arms had been injured in the battle with Sly and that she might as well have it since she wouldn't be able to properly use it. Relying on her lies and the fact that the cell was supposed ably inescapable, they allowed her to keep it in her possession.

She wasn't unprepared either. She had brought all the necessities a thief would need, their weapon of choice, lock picks and probes, and a sharp mind. It was fairly easy to hide away the probes and such. All she did was keep them hidden in her long, thick hair. No one even properly searched her when she was apprehended. The fools..

"No one dares underestimate Constable Neyla..." She said under her breath.

Neyla looked up to her desired exit, the sky light. There were nasty lasers blocking her way. Not a problem. She had always kept sections of the metal plates that they served her revolting food on. They would do nicely to deflect the lasers away from her.

Gripping her whip in hand Neyla shot it out to latch onto the inside of the small tunnel opening for the sky light, yet directly below the harmful lasers. Using the handle as a footing Neyla made her way up her whip to the opening, she searched through her pockets and pulled out the slices of metal she had kept stashed away.

Digging them carefully into the sides where the lasers were coming from she did so with every one of them and then made her way up the opening after unhooking her whip from the wall. Neyla pressed the sides of her feet into the walls of the tunnel and used that as leverage to push herself up the rest of the way with her hands.

Once Neyla reached the sky light, which was a simple barred grate, she tied her whip around one of the bars and made sure it hung down. Just in case she possibly slipped up during this part of her escape plan. Looking down Neyla slowly began to bend her upper body over to head back in the direction of the lasers. While doing so she pushed her knees away from the walls and latched them around her whip so that she would be able to hang easily during this dangerous part.

The metal which she had placed on the lasers, would undoubtly be extremely hot, which was exactly the way she wanted them. With the metal that intensely hot they would be able to easily slice clean through the bars on the sky light. The metal of course would severely burn Neyla's hands if she touched them with no protection. Yet of course Neyla was always prepared.

A good thief was never without a trustworthy pair of gloves. Hers on the other hand were far more than trustworthy, they were quite possibly as important as her whip. The gloves Neyla owned were her own special creation. She did have a hobby other than looting small stores and neighbors houses when she was small. Neyla had been taught how to knit and sew by her grandmother.

Which ultimately lead her to create the gloves she now cherished. See, her gloves protected her from the most intense heat or cold; they never tore, were waterproof, and never got dirty or damp. Neyla had traveled a lot during her thieving years and had met various merchants, enchanters, and just plain odd characters. Thus using their help Neyla made herself a pair of...super gloves so to say.

Pulling them out, Neyla reached for a piece of metal. She could feel the heat of it on her face as she swung slightly to reach it. Successfully grabbing a hold of it Neyla pulled herself back up into an upright position and looked up at the bars on the sky light. Working fast she began to slice at one of the bars until it came loose, then she began working on another one near it, then another until there was an opening big enough for her to pull herself out of.

To her surprise this was all going rather smoothly... Which meant one of two things: she was too good, or they already knew that she was escaping.

Bending down and un-knotting her whip from the bars Neyla stood up and looked around. From the rooftop she could see far off into the landscape. The whole area seemed dank and depressing. Maybe even worse than the cell she had been held up in?

Many large and industrial buildings lined the prison. Most of them were holding areas, where the prisoners living quarters were. Others were just buildings to house the large facilities power centers. A place as huge and technologically advanced as this would need as much power as it could get.

At the center of the soulless place was a very vast courtyard. It was the way point for moving groups of prisoners from building to building, and it would be Neyla's least favorite place for her plan, since she had to cross that as quickly and carefully as possible to make her escape. She took a breath and pulled a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

Neyla began running keeping her prize in sight: The prison gates. She ran to the edge of the roof and made a great jump to the other roof top near her. She knew soon enough the alarms were going to sound and she would be running not only for the gates but for her life.

Jumping roof after roof, Neyla was making her way around the courtyard so she would only have to run across it for the shortest amount of time. No thief would want to be on the run in such a vulnerable area. With the gates still in her view Neyla leaped off the rooftop she was on and spread out her arms as she plummeted down to the ground.

About seven feet from the ground Neyla flipped in the air and landed gracefully on the concrete floor of the courtyard. As soon as she felt the ground touch her toes she began running. The gates were, at the most, twelve feet in front of her, she had this in the bag... but she couldn't be too cocky.

No sooner had that thought crossed her mind Neyla felt a tugging on her ankle and then letting out a cry she hit the floor with buzzing sirens and alarms ringing in her ears.

Flipping over onto her back Neyla looked up to see a guard holding a whip which was what had took her down. She growled slightly and using her hands for support kicked her legs off the ground taking the whip out of the guard's hand. Neyla flipped her legs over her head and began running again toward the gate with the guard fast on her heels.

The guard, knowing he wouldn't be able to get to her made a desperate last attempt by reaching out to yank on Neyla's long hair. Neyla cried out in pain as she pulled away from the guard's hold. So close...

The gate was right in front of her, skillfully Neyla jumped between the supports of the gate and wall jumped by pushing off of one support to the other and repeating the process while heading up. She soon reached the top and front flipped over the top of the massive gate. Freedom at last!

Hitting the ground less gracefully than before Neyla had the wind knocked out of her, but she couldn't stop, not with the prison so close to her. Turning around to look back quickly she saw guards pointing at her and shouting orders at each other. She had to put as much distance as possible between her and that 7th Circle of Hell. So she ran. She ran hard while looking around the forest area she was in.

Neyla didn't know how fast or far she ran but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was free...finally she could have her revenge. And live a life away from jail. She glanced to the side of her and found that there was a large cluster of trees parallel to her. Neyla crashed through the outer trees and kept running.

After awhile Neyla stopped to catch her breath near a small stream that lead into a good sized pond with an area of ferns and trees surrounding it. It was quiet... and peaceful. She liked it. It was hard to find peace while imprisoned in such a horrid place that she had been in. Neyla had to admit it... the last part of the plan hadn't gone as well as she had hoped. But who cared? She was out and that was that.

Looking into the stream Neyla began to run her hands through her hair. She frowned; it seemed that guard had taken a good chunk of her when she had pulled away from him. "Oh bother..." She muttered. "It's going to take me forever to grow that back...hmm?"

A movement in the stream caught her attention. "What..?" Leaning in Neyla tilted her head for a better look. Suddenly a large object shot out at her causing Neyla to lose her balance near the stream. Crying out as she splashed in Neyla took in water. The current swept her along the rather deep stream into the large pond, the stream then took her under and Neyla flailed about attempting to gain control of her movement.

This cant be how I go... Not in a dinky little stream in a damn jungle! I can't die like this...not after what I've been through.

Neyla's world blacked out with those thoughts racing through her mind.

Inside a hidden cave near the pond a tall figure sat staring at the pool that lead to the stream. His eyes narrowed slightly as he saw something surfacing from the water. It was a woman! The man leap up and dived into the pool. He surfaced with her in his arms and pulled her safely inside the shelter of the cave. Opening her eyes only slightly the woman turned over and coughed up most of the water that was in her lungs. She fell back to the cave floor and stared up at the figure. With a shallow breath she whispered...

"..Sly..."

And her head rolled back as the last of her strength left her.

Ahh...you smell that? That's the sweet sweet smell...of...suspence ladies and gents! Well Im ganna try and get Chap 2 up as soon as possible..please oh please work with me! I love writing yet sometimes it takes awhile to get the creative flow moving in the brain..whacks brain...Damn thing...doesnt work when I want it to...Well, like I said, Chapter one is official! I hope you liked reading it and I hope you'll want more! Please tell me what you think and such, I'd prefer no flamers...I dont mind advice or tips but not from someone screaming "YOuSuXxxXXX!1112232!ONE!"...Im doubting anyone does...Lol. Thanks again for reading! See you in chapter 2!