Well this is my first fanfic. I hope I do Lupin III justice. I'm a big fan. I'm really working hard on this and I hope it shows!
Enjoy!
The rain poured down. It bounced off the park benches, rolled down the leaves and rippled through puddles. Thunder crashed in the background and in the sudden light a figure could be made out. The blur of shadow ran through the park, the rain having no mercy. It dripped down the figure, making its clothes more water than fabric.
It was running, panting. It looked confused and scared. It stopped, catching its breath for only a second before dashing off again, making a swift turn to the right.
Nothing behind and nothing in front. It wasn't running away from something, but it wasn't running to something either.
It stopped. It looked up. The shadow saw something in the distance. It ran even faster. It came to abrupt halt. A phone booth. With a shaking hand, it pulled the receiver to its ear and with clumsy fingers, dialled a number.
Duh, duh… Duh, duh…
Its breathing got heavier. Pick up… Pick up…
Click
"… Hello?"
Its breath got quicker in a strange mix of relief and fear.
"Oh tha-… Is… That… You?!"
"My God … Yes, it's me! Where are you? ..."
"Can't…Breathe…. Talk… Help me…."
"Oh dear Christ ….. Quickly! Just tell me where you are! I'll find you and-"
"No!... Don't you…. Come looking… I didn't..."
"… Didn't? Didn't what? … And no! I'm coming for you whether you like it or not, so tell me where in this god damn country you are…!
"Skull…. Black… Black Skull."
"Black… What? …. What are you trying to tell me? Whatever it is, it isn't where you friggin' are!"
"Got… Myself… In too… Deep…"
"…. In too deep? What are you?… No, no, no, don't you dare hang-"
Click
The figure had placed the phone back… Its eyes were wide… Likely they would be, considering it had a gun pointed at its back.
"That's a good boy. Now turn around so I can see that charming face of yours!"
It swallowed, heart pounding as it turned around.
"Ah that's better! Why so down old boy? How about a smile?"
The second figure beamed, its blinding white teeth illuminating the area more than the humming street lamps, which were flickering. Also, the sickeningly sweet scent of mint and strawberry lip gloss made the first figure scrunch its nose in disgust.
In those flickering lights, the figures came to life. The one with the gun and the huge smile was a woman. Her crimped auburn hair flowed down her shoulders and framed her bust. While a gun was firmly held in her left hand, her right hand held an umbrella, sheltering her perfect self from the cruel lashings of rain. She wore simple, but expensive looking attire: a crisp white shirt, violet waistcoat, black pencil skirt and plum stilettos. She looked as precious as a porcelain doll, with fair skin, round blue eyes and gloss that made her lips sparkle. Although, one could think to rephrase that comment. She was holding a gun. Not an object ladies as "precious" as this one would be seen holding.
The first figure was a man. He was dishevelled and really not in the best of shape, especially when compared the woman in front of him. That and it's no surprise you would be a little out of sorts, running through rain. Running through rain like it was something your life depended isn't that good for the skin either. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, having caught up on enough breath to speak.
"I should have known you would follow me."
The woman scrunched up her dainty nose, as if he had suggested she followed him in an obsessive interest of the man himself.
"Darling, please. I'm just doing my job. I don't think I have to remind you how well we do our jobs in our organisation."
At that she winked at him and giggled playfully, but you could tell it was fake. You could just hear the menacing laugh it disguised. Then she turned her glossed lips into a pout.
"When you first started looking into us, I wasn't worried. You're an idiot. Nothing more than a bumbling fool, darling, I'm sorry to say."
The man gritted his teeth harder. They were ready to break. The woman laughed and this time, all the spite and malevolence was present.
"I underestimated you! You were careful, such a sly fox. Only if you had just left it then I wouldn't be in this position. I hate getting my hands dirty darling. You are such a bother."
The lightening flashed in the distance and the thunder rumbled.
Any resemblance to a porcelain doll vanished. Her eyes narrowed and became cold, her lips turned into a scowl. Her whole presence, changed.
The man took several steps forward and the woman had no problem, even taking a few steps back.
"So… Are you going to kill me? They'll find my body and link it all back to you and your organisation."
It was a fair point. His knees were shaking, but he calmed them. He had faced a gun before. Heck, he had faced death before… He was going to put up a fight. He was going to get out of this one… Once he'd thought of something…
The woman shook her head and laughed, as if being told something silly by a child.
"Oh, it seems as if you've underestimated us! Of course we aren't going to kill you…"
"If you aren't going to kill me, then what-"
Everything went silent. His eyes widened. The woman's smirk had turned into a wolfish grin. The gun by her side; was she putting down her weapon? No… no she couldn't have-
He looked down and with a sharp tug, pulled something out of his leg. His eyes followed his hand and examined the object. A dart? Fear gripped him just as his vision was starting to go black…
"A tranquiliser dart." He whispered in panic.
He had to do something, he had to… His legs buckled and he hit the ground. His throat was closing up and his vision was fading fast. He couldn't do anything… He couldn't do anything now…
The last thing he saw was that woman walking closer to him and then looking down on him with a triumphant smirk. The last thing he heard was that woman's loud and evil laugh above him… It rang in his head.
"L…Lu…Lupin…."
His last words as he fell completely prey to the tranquilizer's hold.
The woman flicked back her hair and placed the gun in her skirt pocket. She watched as the rain pitter-pattered on his stationary body.
The phone started to ring.
She looked up and waited for it to ring at least three times. She stepped over the body and picked up the receiver.
"Has he been immobilized?"
"Yes sir he has. The boys can pick him up now."
"You know who's next, correct?"
"I do sir. I am heading back to Headquarters now sir."
"… Good."
She set down the phone and with one swift turn of her head, she smiled sweetly down at his body.
"Don't worry Inspector Zenigata…"
She walked around him and continued walking down the puddle ridden path.
"You're dearest Arsène Lupin III will be joining you…"