Chapter 1: The Mysterious Visitor
Marlinspike Hall, Tintin's bedroom
It was a beautiful and sunny morning at Marlinspike. The sun shone through a window on the west side of the manor, in the bed a young man was sleeping, a boy of 21 years who had ginger hair (which stood stubbornly in a quiff) and had sparkling green eyes like emeralds. His white fox-terrier Milou was sleeping at the bedside, possibly dreaming about bones.
23.00, the port at Pacifiq 1930
"Is this what you want? Your heart and soul is stained and soaked with evil and darkness and what is your deepest desire? To kill your own family!"
A ginger haired woman faced a man with pure darkness
"You have nothing to do with this, Madeleine!" hissed the evil man angry, he started to loose his patience. "Now, move your way and tell where your ginger son is!"
"Or what? You're going to kill me? I'll rather wait with pleasure than to let you kill my little boy!" said Madeleine cheeky, she would rather die than let him kill her son. And she wasn't afraid for death!
"Madeleine, you're playing with death! This is going to happen anyway, you knew what happened to Charles!"
"It was you and your evil organization who killed him, you ordered them to kill him! He deserved the name more than you do!"
"Charles got what he deserved and my blasted father got it too! The same fate is waiting for Jules and León, but his youngest son shall die first!"
"You're a cruel, evil and emotionless devil! Then you have to kill me!"
"If you just could be mine, none of this would happen! And what did you choose? The 'Saint' Jules, of course! Now, I want to know. WHERE IS THE BLASTED BOY?" roared Gervaise, losing his control for his high temper.
"I won't tell you! You have to kill me, I said!" said she furious.
Then he showed his secret weapon, a pair of razor sharp metal claws. He smirked like an mad ax murderer and seemed to admire the metal claws with joy, this man was sick-minded!
"This claws of beauty is reserved for Tintin, one day come when I'm going to rip out his heart! Then I'm the only Boncoer and I'm going to rule the world!"
"Enough with talk!" yelled Madeleine and took a gun from her pocket, but Gerviase just snapped with his fingers and in a moment a few people appered. They had black robes with hoods, the backside of the hood was marked with an red X and a skull in the centre.
"Dear Madeleine Boncoer, let me introduce these fellows. Organization Mortem!" said Gervaise and grinned, showing his sharp teeths and took off the hood of the robe he was wearing. His eyes was black like the darkness in his heart, he had a hooked nose and a long scar at his right eye.
"I'm no longer Gervaise Boncoer, the second son of Jacques Boncoer! This is me, Xilav!" said he dangerously low and snapped with his fingers again. One of the organization came and gave him something wrapped in a white paper. 'Xilav' took the paper off and showed Madeleine what it was. A puppet doll, it look like Tintin. But this Tintin was older and had white shirt, blue sweater, brown plus four and white socks with brown shoes. He had ginger hair with a quiff and green eyes, her eyes.
"What is the meaning with this?" asked Madeleine angry, a puppet doll of her youngest son. What was these people thinking with? Was they going to use him like a marionette?
"This boy is going to be our goal! A brave, nozy little boy, right? Suits him perfect, just like Jules!"
"Don't you dare to touch my-rrraahhg..."
Madeleine couldn't finish the sentence, Gervaise had took a sharp knofe fast and stung it straight in her heart. Her blue dress became soaked with blood, her face was pale like snow and her green eyes was wide open. Her expression was written with fear.
She fell to the ground, the blood was forsing from her chest and tears was floating from her eyes.
"Lo...ve...Tin...tin..." was her final words, then she died.
Madeleine Boncoer, born Lumieré, was dead. The ginger haired woman, people had loved and got the warm and kind feeling, was no more. The organization just laughed coldly without emotions, calling her "filthy pathetic woman" and disappered in the dark and black night.
One half and hour later two young sailors found her and her hidden son. They called the police and they felt sadness for the poor father and his sons whose lost their wife and mother. But they didn't know that one of them, a dark haired man with a fish name would have everything to do with the boy they found the fateful night in June 1930.
Marlinspike Hall, Tintin's bedroom
Tintin awoke with a start, he didn't know why he felt so sad. It was like his heart going to broke in pieces. He almost thought maybe someone wanted to kill him (again)!
Then he realized that he was safe on Marlinspike. No one was there to kill him. Tintin had always felt whatever he goes, there's always someone who wants to kill him. But not this time! After the adventure with the alph-art, he decided to at least a month he can have a little vacation. Now Tintin knew that Rastapopoulos was gone forever (actually they never found his body, but Tintin assumed this), he could feel that he was safe from that villain!
Tintin got out of bed, stood in the middle of the floor and made his daily morning got down on hands at first. With his legs in the air, he began to dissociate them and soon he had made a splits in midair.
"If the Captain could see me now", he thought with amusement. "I had probably given him a shock, he only knows that I tend to do morning exercises. But he does not know that I can do trapeze tricks in midair!"
Tintin laughed a little to himself, began to push off and did a reverse voltage in the air. He landed at once on his toes, holding the balance for a while. A few minutes later, he began to slowly lift his right leg and held it straight up. He felt his left leg was shaking a little and itbecame harder to keep his other leg straight. Then everything was ready.
Tintin put down his right leg to the floor again. His morning exercises were done for today.
He headed for a shower in the bathroom and took off his night suits. A few seconds later he was in a hot shower. It stung a little bit on the back where there was scar which had a form like an X. He remember Gervaise said that he was cursed.
Tintin didn't want to remember him, but he was still proud of how he escaped from him. But he felt sad because he had to left his friend from his childhood.
Simoné Coure, his only friend and memory of his past in that little village Pacifiq, which was lying at the sea. He wondered if his parents house was still there. He and Simoné played a lot with Tintin's big brother León. But León died 12 years ago in an car accident.
Oh León...though Tintin sadly. I miss you so much. And Father, I wish I could see you again!
Tintin's father was an Belgian and fought against drug smuggler, murder and other criminals. Tintin loved him more than his own life, but when he saw him been killed, his own heart broke in thousand pieces. Tintin had to escape from his home and came to Brussels. He knew nobody would love like his own family did. He would left to a cold world, forgotten and unloved.
"No, I shouldn't think about it" said Tintin loud to himself. "It was the past, it's gone and buried. I should live now, I'm safe and sound here with Captain and Professor! Right, Milou?"
His dog Milou let out a happy bark and watched at Tintin who dressed his everyday clothes. A flannel shirt, a pair of his brown plus fours and his usual blue sweater. Then he tried to comb his hair, but his quiff stood always up in the air. He had this tuft since he was born and he liked it.
"Was worth a try" he said on joke. "Come, Milou! I'm sure Captain is waiting for us."
Then he headed down for breakfast with Milou who ran after Tintin, the young reporter.
Captain Haddock was sitting at the breakfast table and waited for Tintin. Professor Calculus was in his labratory and was working on something new. Whatever that was, Haddock hoped it was not something dangerous or stupid. Mostly he hoped on not stupid like that motorized roller skates or the bed in the wall or something else.
"Good morning, Captain!" said a cheerful voice. It was Tintin, always at good mood on the mornings.
"G'morning, lad!" he answered his best friend. "Did you slepp well?"
"Not quite" said Tintin and was a bit pale. "But it's alright, nothing bad with it" he said quickly. The last he wanted was to make Captain worry about him.
"If you say so, lad" said Haddock. "By the way, pretty interesting in the newspaper today"
"Oh, is it? Nothing terrible, I hope." said Tintin interested and worried at the same time and Haddock started to read loud from the newspaper.
The mystery of Château du Mal
Disappeared journalists are still missing
Believed to be kidnapped
Belgian journalists warned of danger
"It seem very strangely with this mystery" pondered Tintin suspiciously. "These people can't just vanished into thin air... Wait a second! Did you say "Belgian journalists!"
"Blistering barnacles and thundering typhoons! You is Belgian, right?" exclaimed Captain Haddock extremly worried.
Tintin nodded quietly. This story was very fishy, but why are someone after journalists? And especially Belgian journalists? In this moment Tintin decided to solve this mystery, he wasn't afraid for someone and he didn't want to be protected by someone. He was a journalist and he is not scared for something!
* Meanwhile *
But both Tintin Captain Haddock didn't know that a young woman observed them from the bushes in the garden of Marlinspike.
"So he can be in danger. Tintin, prepare yourself for our first meeting on 7 long years!" she though intensively and at once her heart pounded fast when she saw the young journalist.
Tintin seem to talk with this Captain Haddock, she recognized that ginger hair with a quiff and those green eyes. And that smile, so kindhearted and friendly like his nature.
It was the boy she hadn't seen since she was 12 years old and had search for him for a long time.
Author's notes: This chapter had been re-written, it really sounded un-realistic to be the first chapter in the story! The other going to be re-written too, when I have time!
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Your beloved author Lunan95!