A/N: Welcome to my League of Extraordinary Gentlemen fic! i don't own LOEG, in fact this pretty much is the movie but from my added in character's POV. Jekyll/OFC. WEE! lol! enjoy!
Chapter 1: The New League
Rebecca Velasquez stepped into a darkened room, her deep brown, almost black, eyes scanning it from where she stood in the threshold of the door. She left the hood to her long, black trench coat on her head, but unbuttoned the coat to reveal a lacey red shirt that laced up in the front with a red string, all the way to her neck. The wide sleeves of the shirt could be seen at the bottom of the trench coat sleeves, and she revealed her black pants as she slipped her hands into her pockets, kicking her foot from toe to heel of the high-heeled, thick-soled shoes that buckled on the side in boredom.
"If there's anyone here," she called. "I'm here at the request of someone named M. If I could just be directed to his location, I'd appreciate it."
"Please," a low male voice came from one end of the room. "Make yourself comfortable. We're waiting for all our teammates."
As her eyes focused to the darkness, she made out a long table in front of her, and several chairs on either side. One chair sat on the opposite end, and she could hardly make out a person sitting in it.
"I take it you are M?" she guessed, walking toward the right to stand in the shadows. She pulled out a pair of fuchsia gloves and slipped them onto her hands as she leaned against a wall.
"That I am," the man replied, but didn't move.
"Good," she smirked. "I have two words for you, then. I'm in."
Rebecca stuck to the shadows as the doors to the library opened and an old man in hunting clothes with white hair and beard walked through. He stood tall, and scanned the dark room with brown eyes. There suddenly came a faint tapping noise from the other end of the table in the room as the door closed.
"I don't like theatrics," the old man called, his guard going up more than it already was.
"After Africa's veldts, London's weather isn't helping your mood, I see," said the man in the chair at the end of the room, standing.
"Identify yourself," the old man demanded as the man in the shadows turned on some lights as he spoke.
"I'm known by many names, Mr. Quatermain," he said. "My underlings call me 'Sir.' My superiors call me 'M'." The lights revealed a man with brown hair and green eyes with a thin mustache on his upper lip, holding a cigar.
"M," Quatermain tried, approaching the table.
"Just M," M replied.
"So that's Allan Quatermain," Rebecca thought, still hidden in the shadows. "Interesting."
"I must say the delight is mine meeting so notable a recruit to this newest generation of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen," M continued.
"League of what?" Quatermain asked, walking the length of the table.
"There have been other times when a danger upon the world required the services of singular individuals," M explained.
"How very curious," Quatermain replied, sarcastically. Rebecca suddenly heard footsteps, and saw an Indian man in blue clothing and a blue turban with a seashell holding a feather onto it, a sword at his hip. He had dark eyes and a long black beard and mustache.
"This museum is full of the curious," M explained. "Allan Quatermain, Captain Nemo."
"Oh, goody," Rebecca thought. "Nemo's coming along. This should be fun."
"I know of Mr. Quatermain," Nemo explained, standing at the end of the table.
"And I know of you, Captain," Quatermain replied. "Rumor had it that you are a pirate."
"I'd prefer a less provocative title," Nemo requested.
"I'm sure you would," Rebecca said, coming out of hiding. She stood next to Quatermain as he turned around.
"Gentlemen, Miss Rebecca Velasquez," M introduced.
"Call me Beck," she requested, bowing grandly, and Quatermain looked at her in disapproval.
"And dare I ask what you do?" he asked skeptically.
"I'm a master in foreign languages," she smirked, and flipped the hood of her trench coat off to reveal her long black locks that fell to her waist. "And some call me a witch, however I prefer the term, Magic Wielder." She clapped her gloved hands, and floated into the air. The three men watched as she spread her hands apart as far as she could, and out of thin air, she created a long spear. It floated in front of her for a moment, and she gripped it, threw it toward the door, and it stuck in the doorframe. She suddenly disappeared, and the men looked around.
"Where is she?" Nemo asked. She suddenly appeared behind Quatermain and leaned into his ear.
"Boo," she murmured. Quatermain spun around with a fist in reflex, and Rebecca backed away quickly, disappearing again with a laugh.
"Beck," M scolded. "That's enough." There was a sigh that echoed through the room and the chair with a coat lying on it next to Quatermain moved away from the table a bit.
"Alright," Rebecca sighed and reappeared, sitting in the chair.
"Bloody nuisance," Quatermain muttered.
"Gentlemen," M called. "Please. Nations are striking at nations. Every attack marked by the use of highly advanced weaponry." He put out his cigar in an ashtray on the table as he spoke and Quatermain and Rebecca scanned through the file folders in front of them on the table. "They've discovered these attacks are all the mark of one man who calls himself the Fantom."
"Very operatic," Rebecca smirked.
"And what's in it for him?" Quatermain wondered.
"Profit," M explained. "Those machines are his creations. The work of scientists he holds imprisoned. His attacks have every nation clamoring for the very weapons that assailed them."
"Then it's a race for arms," Quatermain guessed.
"And millions will perish," Nemo added.
"There's one last chance to avert war," M continued as he sat in front of Quatermain. "The leaders of Europe are to meet secretly in Venice."
"And you think this Fantom will attack that conference?" Rebecca asked, leaning her head back into her hands on the chair.
"If he can find it," M confirmed. "We need a team to get to Venice and stop him. This team will consist of seven members. You have four days."
"What?!" Rebecca exclaimed, sitting up fully and slamming her hands on the table, staring at M in disbelief.
"Four days to get Venice?" Quatermain asked, coolly. "It's impossible."
"Let me worry about that," Nemo suggested. Rebecca and Quatermain looked at him, and Quatermain flipped through the file.
"Well, now," he said. "Extraordinary gentlemen indeed."
Rebecca sat back again, glancing between the two men, wondering if she should escape from the line of fire.
"One of them is late," M broke in, twiddling his thumbs. "Harker. The chemist."
"Oh, chemist, eh?" an unfamiliar male voice suddenly spoke up. "Do we get to blow something up then?"
Rebecca sat up again, and looked around the room with a frown across her brow. Quatermain blinked and looked around also.
"My eyesight must be worse than I thought," he told M.
"No," the voice corrected. "Your eyesight's fine." A file slammed onto the table between Rebecca and Quatermain, making both of them jump. Quatermain stood up and glared at Rebecca, who raised her hands in innocence.
"It's not me!" she insisted. They both looked at M
"No games, M," Quatermain warned. M only smiled and stood up as he started to explain.
"Some time ago a talented, albeit misguided man of science, discovered the means to become invisible."
"Yes, I recall the tale," Quatermain replied. "But didn't he die?"
"Well he did," the voice answered. "But his process didn't. You see, I stole it, and now here I stand for all to see."
"Sort of," Rebecca scoffed.
"Is this some parlor game?" Quatermain asked irritably.
"Believe it," the voice said, and Quatermain suddenly moved as if being shoved. He swung out behind him, and the lamp near the wall began rocking, though it was a good distance from the old man.
"Easy now, Allan," the voice warned. "I'm feeling a bit of a draft in my nether regions. And I must say, it's quite refreshing." The coat behind Rebecca pulled off the chair, making her jump to her feet and duck behind Quatermain as the coat formed into a body. "Allow me to introduce myself. Rodney Skinner, gentlemen thief."
"Charmed," Rebecca muttered, sarcastically. As Skinner spoke again, he pulled out a tin of white make up, and spread it onto his face, walking toward Quatermain.
"Now, I thought invisibility would be boon to my work. Well, you can imagine, it was my undoing. Once you're invisible, it's bloody hard to turn back."
"We finally caught him," M said, proudly, and Rebecca emerged from behind Quatermain to get a better look at Skinner.
"And they'll provide an antidote," Skinner said. "Well, that's if I'm a good boy."
"And are you a good boy?" Quatermain wondered, suspiciously.
"I guess you'll find out, won't you?"
The door to the room suddenly opened, and all eyes shot to the woman framed in the doorway. She wore a long black dress and jacket with a high collar, and a red velvet scarf wrapped around her neck. A little black hat sat on her head, holding up her auburn hair in a bun, and a thin veil covered her beautiful face. Her green eyes scanned the scene in curiosity.
"Am I late?" she asked, stepping in toward the left side of the table where Skinner, Quatermain and Rebecca stood.
"A woman's prerogative, Mrs. Harker," M excused.
"Please tell me this is Harker's wife with a sick note," Quatermain pleaded in an agitated tone as she approached.
"Sick would be a mild understatement," she corrected. "My husband's been dead for years." She stopped in front of Rebecca and the two smiled to each other.
"How are you, old friend?" Rebecca murmured.
"Well, Beck," the other woman nodded.
"Gentlemen, Mrs. Wilhemina Harker," M introduced. She nodded to each of the men. "Mina's prior acquaintance with a reluctant league member may prove useful."
Rebecca frowned at Mina in confusion but Mina said nothing.
"I'm waiting to be impressed," Quatermain said, causing Rebecca to glance at him angrily.
"The fate of the world is at stake," M said, seeing Rebecca getting riled up. "There are still two more members to recruit. The clock hands turn, gentlemen."
"Kicking us out already?" Skinner asked. "A moment ago it was sherry and giggles."
The five walked out of the room, but Rebecca stopped Quatermain at the threshold, standing in front of him with an angry stare.
"You had best treat Mina with much more respect!" she growled. "You can say anything you want about me, but you be nice to Mina!" She was protective of her friends, especially Mina. She knew the real reason she had been chosen for the league, and she knew who they might be going to recruit next. She knew all too well that it hurt Mina…everything hurt Mina.
"Did I give you the impression that I would do whatever you ask?" Quatermain retorted. "Women do not boss me around. I am tolerating you because I have to, not because I particularly like you." He shoved past Rebecca who growled in frustration and turned to follow him out of the building.
A/N: that's right, i took EVRYTHING from the movie. i aint gonna lie. i couldn't think of a really good storyline to follow this for the life of me! but, how'd i do, adding in a character of my own? sorry if she's kind of a Mary-Sue, but i didn't really care with this one, i guess. reviews, please?