I had come to this town to investigate a fire, not Ellington Feint.
I was only 14 and I was wrong, I was wrong about all of it.
This is the story of how Ellington Feint came and went.
Chapter One.
It was the middle of the night when she crawled through the window, sneaking around theodora and perching on the edge of my bed, her green eyes aglow. I sat up, shocked. "Ellington? What the hell?" I mumbled sleepily.
"Hello, Snicket. I have a considerable list of things I need to do tonight, and I need someone to help me do said things," She whispered, smirking that smile that could've meant anything. Her black hair was darker than normal, and the raven-hued face paint brought out the deep green in her eyes. I sat up and pulled on my clothes, plus a Ski Mask. She was checking me out and I knew it, but I didn't have time to worry about that. "What do you need me to do?" I asked quietly.
"This, my dear Snicket, is a revenge plot. There's nothing too illegal involved, don't worry. No killing or maiming." She responded, grinning a little darkly. I grinned back. "I'm in." I decided. "Good." She pulled me close and kissed me fiercely. My eyes closed and I could hear our heartbeats in my ears. I kissed her back. "Damn, Snicket. Where'd you learn to kiss like that?" She teased.
I rolled my eyes. "You." She beckoned me as she slid out the window, landing catlike on the ground. I followed not so gracefully, landing on my back. I gasped for breath. The oxygen had been knocked out of me, and I was coughing painstakingly.
Ellington ran over and knelt beside me, concerned. "Can you breathe? Are you ok? Shit, I'm sorry." She exclaimed. I rolled onto my stomach, coughing and gasping. She pressed one hand to my chest gently and started running the other through my dark hair. "Sorry." I rasped, taking deep breaths. "Don't apologize." She murmured, and helped me up.
"Where to first?" I asked.
"Hmm.. I'm thinking we could TP the Mitchum's car." She decided. I grinned. "I'm all for it." I said. In my heart I was nervous they would know it was me. She pulled a roll of toilet paper out of her backpack and smiled the smile that could've meant anything. We walked to the police station, where the police car was parked for the night. She grinned wickedly and started wrapping the roll around the car.
She wrapped and when she tore it off she left a long piece. She did the same the opposite way. Ellington then tied it into a fancy bow. She stepped back and admired her handiwork. "Nice." I commented. She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I kissed her too. "Where to next?" I inquired. "Hmm... We're going to give Stew Mitchum hell, or confuse the frick out of him." She told me. "Hell. Yes." I whispered.
Ellington grinned. "I knew you'd say that. Ok. I'm going to tape his fifth grade yearbook picture all around his room and around town." She finished, and reached into her backpack. She pulled out the photos and I collapsed to my knees, laughing. She pressed a hand over my mouth and I stopped. I took a deep breath and stood. "This is genius. You, Ellington Feint,are a genius." I murmured, and she smirked. "Oh really?" She bit her lip, and suddenly she was kissing me. Hard. I was kissing her back.
We pulled back, grinning.
"This is going to be the best night of your life." She whispered.
"It already is."