Puff.
Arthur took a long drag of his cigarette, staring down at the courier who lay on his side, face illuminated by the night sky. The only thing heard was the sound of shoveling dirt and the short puffs of breath the Englishman let out occasionally. "For God's sake, how long does it take to dig a bloody hole?" He asked, impatience thick in his voice. He reached into his checkered coat to retrieve a small chip and examined it, raising his eyebrows. The Great Khan punk next to him glanced at him, then to his partner who had now finished digging a 6 foot deep hole. The silver-haired man leaned on his shovel, trying to catch his breath.
"There." He said in a thick German accent. "Now wake him up," He wiped a bit of sweat off his forehead. "Ja?"
Arthur scoffed and flicked the cigarette butt onto the ground next to the courier. The waning smoke drifted up into his face, clogging the courier's nose with the putrid smell of burning tar. His eyes fluttered open, revealing crystal blue irises that shone as the moon hit them. The first thing he did was, instinctively, stretch. But he was surprised when he found that his hands and feet were bound tightly by ropes.
His eyes moved upwards from the ground to the shoes of the men standing in front of him. He craned his neck upward, hoping to catch a glimpse of his kidnappers, but winced at the sudden pain that shot through his head like electricity.
A chuckle echoed into the quiet night sky, loud and full of smugness. "Yeah, I knew that'd happen." Arthur smirked. He took another cigarette from his pack and lit it, blowing the smoke out through his nose before blowing the rest out of his mouth. From where the courier lay, he could see Arthur fiddling something around in his free hand—What looked like a chip of some sorts and—
The courier's eyes went wide.
No.
"Give that-!" He started, but was cut short when Arthur began talking, his voice echoing into the silent night air.
"You're probably thinking you've got the worst luck in the world right now, right?" The Englishman began. He threw his cigarette onto the floor and stepped on it. "'Why me?', or, 'What did I do to deserve this?', right?" His tone made the courier growl in anger. He noticed this, but continued on.
"You put up quite a fight back there," Now Arthur was examining the chip fondly, smiling. "Trying to get this thing from you was like," He chuckled. "Trying to take candy from a baby drunk off Scotch. I almost thought we wouldn't succeed, but…" His smiled widened just a bit and he turned to face the courier, squatting down to hold the chip in his face. "My plans never go wrong."
At this, the courier pulled himself to his knees in one jerky motion, making Arthur jump back in surprise. The two Great Khans' grips tightened on the shovels they were holding, but Arthur put up a hand to halt them. "Calm down, Gil," He looked back to the silver haired one. "You too, Ludwig." The blonde one stiffened up and nodded respectfully.
After dusting his checkered green suit off, Arthur continued. "Let's shorten things up a bit. Y'see…" He pulled out a revolver from inside his suit and dug into his pockets to take a bullet out. "I didn't want to have to do this, chap…" He loaded it into the gun. "But…" The gun cocked with a click! "To be honest…" He pointed it straight at the courier's head.
"The game was rigged from the start."
The only sound after that was a gunshot echoing into the night, and the thud of a body in the silence that followed.
Hi guys! I'm sorry this chapter was so short. As you can see it is only the prologue. I promise, promise, promise, chapters will be WAY longer! Thanks for reading!