Disclaimer: I don't own CCS, you don't own CSS, and if I did I wouldn't be writing this.
C-Mage's Note: Wrote this with the right side of my mouth being numb from an impromptu tooth pulling and a huge gaping hole in my mouth. At least I get to eat pudding, applesauce, and ice-cream for a day. ^.^ This is my first collaboration with anyone, so I hope you all like it.
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Hooded: Prolouge
By Crystal Mage and Tiny Anjel
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A slight figure moved swiftly out from a dark alleyway, glancing sharply in all directions. No one was around; good. The figure ran across the adjacent street and pressed itself into the bricks of a corner of a tall building. The laying of the bricks left plenty of room for foot- and hand-rests. All the easier to reach the destination, a window on the second floor of the building. The figure gazed up to measure the distance to the window and promptly started climbing up to it, fingers and toes nimbly digging into the crumbling mortar to propel the figure up the wall, soft leather gloves and hose masking any foot- or hand-prints.
Finally the figure reached the window, open a fragment to let in some of the cool spring air, and slowly pulled it open, careful not to make the barest sound, and crouched in the sill. Then, upon discovering a layer of screening blocking the way, the figure reached down and softly pulled a small dagger out of a padded sheath on its waist. With a few, quick strokes, the screen was in pieces at the figure's feet and the figure darted into the room before it, eyes scanning for a large, tell-tale piece of furniture that would belie where the bed was. Its eyes suddenly alit on the structure in the opposite corner, and the figure, blending perfectly into the surrounding shadows, sprinted over to the side of the bed. The figure looked down and made out the face of a teenage boy and its ears listened for the slow, rhythmic breathing of one who's deeply asleep. It quietly re-sheathed its dagger safely by its waist. Replacing the dagger's position in the figure's hand was a long, strong length of wire. If anyone were to see the figure's eyes of crazed desires, they would already know the intentions of the person. But the shadow-covered face only allowed its shoulders to heave heavily as it breathed in a louder and steadier beat than before. Its hands began to sweat in its gloves. Savoring every moment of the kill, the figure managed to loosely wrap the wire around the sleeping boy's neck. The wire criss-crossed only once where the boy's adam's apple lay, moving with his breathing. With a quick swipe of both arms moving in opposite directions, blood sprayed. It stained the front of the figure's clothes, soaked the bed and pillow in a metallic smelling red. The detached head looked peaceful as it rolled off of the bed and onto the floor. Giving a last smirk at it's finished job, the figure hurried out of the room and scaled down the wall, dashing back across to the alley.
When the figure had reached the safety of the darkness of the encompassing walls it wiped the wire clean on a cloth from a pocket, which it threw into a pile of refuse, and then tucked it into its pocket, still silent. Then, after finishing its tasks, the figure reached up and pulled the hood of its jacket down, revealing a pale, gaunt face, with eyes like black holes, seemingly endless in their misery. Then, finally, the figure spoke, in a soft, cracked, barely female voice.
"Two down, five to go." And then the figure swiftly ran farther into the alley and its accompanying shadows, disappearing as neatly as it had appeared.
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C-Mage: How'd you like it? Re-using "the figure" got annoying after a while. Ugh. My first attempt at writing suspense. Hope it didn't suck too much. The number thing will explain itself, I promise. The death scene was written by Tiny Anjel, as mine was wussy. ^_^;;; Please leave reviews, good or bad, and you can e-mail me (Crystal Mage) at cmage_88@yahoo.com, and Tiny Anjel at tinee_angelis@hotmail.com with comments and criticisms. Or you could just e-mail it to Crystal_anjel@yahoo.com.
T.Anjel: I don't think it was all that bad!...... We could love reviews! Yes yes. I love reviews. They burst my ego to about.........one....
C-Mage's Note: Wrote this with the right side of my mouth being numb from an impromptu tooth pulling and a huge gaping hole in my mouth. At least I get to eat pudding, applesauce, and ice-cream for a day. ^.^ This is my first collaboration with anyone, so I hope you all like it.
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Hooded: Prolouge
By Crystal Mage and Tiny Anjel
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A slight figure moved swiftly out from a dark alleyway, glancing sharply in all directions. No one was around; good. The figure ran across the adjacent street and pressed itself into the bricks of a corner of a tall building. The laying of the bricks left plenty of room for foot- and hand-rests. All the easier to reach the destination, a window on the second floor of the building. The figure gazed up to measure the distance to the window and promptly started climbing up to it, fingers and toes nimbly digging into the crumbling mortar to propel the figure up the wall, soft leather gloves and hose masking any foot- or hand-prints.
Finally the figure reached the window, open a fragment to let in some of the cool spring air, and slowly pulled it open, careful not to make the barest sound, and crouched in the sill. Then, upon discovering a layer of screening blocking the way, the figure reached down and softly pulled a small dagger out of a padded sheath on its waist. With a few, quick strokes, the screen was in pieces at the figure's feet and the figure darted into the room before it, eyes scanning for a large, tell-tale piece of furniture that would belie where the bed was. Its eyes suddenly alit on the structure in the opposite corner, and the figure, blending perfectly into the surrounding shadows, sprinted over to the side of the bed. The figure looked down and made out the face of a teenage boy and its ears listened for the slow, rhythmic breathing of one who's deeply asleep. It quietly re-sheathed its dagger safely by its waist. Replacing the dagger's position in the figure's hand was a long, strong length of wire. If anyone were to see the figure's eyes of crazed desires, they would already know the intentions of the person. But the shadow-covered face only allowed its shoulders to heave heavily as it breathed in a louder and steadier beat than before. Its hands began to sweat in its gloves. Savoring every moment of the kill, the figure managed to loosely wrap the wire around the sleeping boy's neck. The wire criss-crossed only once where the boy's adam's apple lay, moving with his breathing. With a quick swipe of both arms moving in opposite directions, blood sprayed. It stained the front of the figure's clothes, soaked the bed and pillow in a metallic smelling red. The detached head looked peaceful as it rolled off of the bed and onto the floor. Giving a last smirk at it's finished job, the figure hurried out of the room and scaled down the wall, dashing back across to the alley.
When the figure had reached the safety of the darkness of the encompassing walls it wiped the wire clean on a cloth from a pocket, which it threw into a pile of refuse, and then tucked it into its pocket, still silent. Then, after finishing its tasks, the figure reached up and pulled the hood of its jacket down, revealing a pale, gaunt face, with eyes like black holes, seemingly endless in their misery. Then, finally, the figure spoke, in a soft, cracked, barely female voice.
"Two down, five to go." And then the figure swiftly ran farther into the alley and its accompanying shadows, disappearing as neatly as it had appeared.
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C-Mage: How'd you like it? Re-using "the figure" got annoying after a while. Ugh. My first attempt at writing suspense. Hope it didn't suck too much. The number thing will explain itself, I promise. The death scene was written by Tiny Anjel, as mine was wussy. ^_^;;; Please leave reviews, good or bad, and you can e-mail me (Crystal Mage) at cmage_88@yahoo.com, and Tiny Anjel at tinee_angelis@hotmail.com with comments and criticisms. Or you could just e-mail it to Crystal_anjel@yahoo.com.
T.Anjel: I don't think it was all that bad!...... We could love reviews! Yes yes. I love reviews. They burst my ego to about.........one....