My first in dark/angsty fics. Hope you like! Oh! Soon to come, a small one-shot on the Inu gang taking part in a certain "controversial" television show! . Stay tuned for details =D
Anywhozerz, let's get this party started! .;;
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Black Wings
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Chapter 1: Go To Hell
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"Make sure you lock up afterwards. I don't want any screw ups, got that?"
A rough man of his late forties instructed a security guard residing in the office outside his house. His hair was mainly black, a few silver wisps peeking through here and there. Eyes were empty, cold, lacking all depth and warmth entirely as they pierced the weary guards'.
The guard shook his head in a silent accord, as the man rolled up his window. Shifting this clutch into drive, he revved his engine slightly as the black SUV rolled forward through the temporarily open gates.
He adjusted his rear view mirror, looking back to see the gates close with a creak of protest. He refocused his eyes on the road, as his hands turned the wheel, veering the vehicle to the left and up a slight hill to his driveway.
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Crouching low in the brush, she watched with a secretive gaze, the conversation between the guard and the job. She followed his vehicle with her eyes, as it drove through the front gates, them closing behind it.
When they shut entirely, she slowly rose off the ground to her knees and forearms. Peeling her eyes away from the road, she reached back and fingered the knife hidden in a leg compartment. Her brown eyes peeked over the top of the black fabric, as she rose to a crouch.
Trekking along behind the safe cover of the bush, she slowly made her way to the guard's hut as close she could without loving the safety of cover. The two guards were talking about something, she could really care less, as their eyes occasionally took turns gazing at the small television set.
She glanced to either side of the road quickly, before lowering and making a swift dash, closing the distance between her and the small building. She flattened her back to it, as she crouched down below the windows. Sliding along the wall, she carefully rounded the corner, every few seconds looking around for signs of more security.
She made her way to the door, and peeked in through the small keyhole. The small beam of light illuminated her eye, as she looked down temporarily, removing a small, round object from her belt pocket. She secured the cloth around her mouth, as she positioned herself into a staggered stance.
Flinging open the door, she ignored the loud string of curses from the guards as they reached for their guns. She pulled the pin, and set the object fly, a trail of dark gas following it. It landed in the middle of the room, and the gas soon filled the small hut. The guards, try as they could, inhaled the gas, and she watched as they became light headed, and eventually hit the floor.
She opened the door, only enough to let the hut air out, as she dragged the bodies under the control panels, hiding them from normal view. Letting out a breath of air, she removed the cloth fom her face as the hut finished clearing. Pushing back the black hood, she revealed long waves of ebony hair, pulled together neatly to the side in a small braid. Her bangs and a few stray pieces fell in her face, as she concentrated on the task ahead.
Leaning over the system keyboard, she began typing at an incredibly fast rate, her eyes focused on the monitor. A few minutes later, a small click was heard, as the gates were unlocked manually, without triggering the opening mechanism. She erased her work from the screen, and left the hut via the door, closing it silently behind her.
She glided silently up to the gate, her gloved fingers tracing its outline delicately. After a few minute's deliberation, she gently pressed on a single spot, and used it to open the gate, resulting in the refrain of squeaking she had heard before. Closing the gate with the same method, she turned and scanned the area for any signs of threats. Seeing everything to her approval, she carefully made a light jog towards the house on the small hill.
She slid up to the walls, as she took a pair of modified glasses out of another compartment. Sliding them on, she switched to infrared, scanning the area for guards and lasers, before changing to night mode. She referred quickly to her mental map, as she traced the path around the house, coming to stop under a window a couple stories up.
She grabbed a small gun from her left holster, and took a few steps back. Aiming carefully, she fired a hook at the roof, a small but sturdy line of wire following. The hook disappeared over the edge, and she gave a few hard tugs to make sure it was stable. She disconnected the wire, and looped it around the ring on her belt. Securing it with a special knot, she pulled on the knot as well, before walking up to the wall. She lifted one foot at a time, pressing a button on her shoes, triggering metal spikes to rise out from the bottom.
She placed her fingers in a space between the brick, as she started her long ascend to the top. As as she neared the window, she steered to the side a bit, allowing her to gain a better view to the room within. Peeking her head over, barely visible, she noted with relief that the room was empty. Pulling herself onto the sill, she removed a sharp knife. Using the guide attached to it, she traced a large circle into the class, before taking a suction cup and pressing it firmly. Giving a few pulls, the glass slid out into her arms without so much as a sound.
She placed it down beside her, as she climbed in the window, unhooking her safe line. Once she was through, she picked up the glass circle and re-inserted it into its spot in the window. Satisfied with her work, she slowly crossed the room to the door. Flipping on her X-ray mode, she found a single guard pacing the hall. She timed his movements, as she waited for him to pass her.
She watched as he moved across the floor, his shoes squeaking slightly under the pressure. She held her breath, as she grasped the handle and silently turned it. Easing the door open, she watched as the guard walked unknowingly a few steps infront of her. Pulling out her knife, she fingered it as she silently and swiftly approached the guard.
She placed her left hand over his mouth, effectively silencing any screams or yells for alarms, as she swiftly brought her right hand to his head. Turning the blade, she made a clean cut across his throat, and she let go of his body as his hands went feebly to his neck, unable to make sound.
He hit the ground with a dull thud, lifeless, and she pocketed her knife within easy reach. Picking him up under his shoulders, she dragged him into the shadows, before continuing to slide down the hall.
She encountered several more guards on the way, each one ending in the mainly same result. Crouching along the wall, she neared the door she had set out to find. She opened it silently, closing it abruptly behind her. She backed into the corner of the wall, as the fingers on her left hand silently skimmed the handle of a small pocket knife. Her right hand rested lightly on the holster of her gun, as she watched the room in silence.
A door at the far end of the room opened with a click, accompanied by the sound of a flushing toilet. The man in question made his way across the floor, yawning as he brought one hand to his eye. She removed her gun from its holster swiftly, as she reared the end into the air. Running up behind him she brought the end down on the back of his head in one fluid motion, and he fell to the floor beneath her.
She rolled him over onto his back with her foot, as he groaned in pain. His head rolled dully on the floor, as he slowly opened his eyes. They widened in realization, as she held the gun aimed at his head.
"P-Please," he stuttered, "Don't kill me. I'll give you money! Lots of money! All the riches you ever wanted, and more!"
He continued to ramble on, but she only shook her head in the negative, as she pulled back the lever, resounding in a loud click as the gun loaded. The man froze in terror, but seemed to regain some ounce of confidence and guts as his eyes narrowed.
"You bitch," he hissed, "One day you'll get yours, and when you do, I'll be laughing at you, with God as my witness."
She smiled bitterly, as she cocked her head to one side, her finger squeezing the trigger slightly.
"Go to hell," he spat.
She pulled the trigger, effectively silencing any further comments, as the bullet embedded itself deep into his head, in the middle of his forehead. She smiled sadly, as she lowered the weapon to her side, the sound of footsteps and yells vaguely echoing in the background. A river of blood flowed from the wound, as his eyes remained open, yet unseeing.
"I've already been there," she whispered, more to herself than anyone. She turned and made for the solitary window. The shouts of the guards became more frequent and loud, as they closed in on the room around her. She lowered her head, as she opened the window, her bangs shielding her eyes.
"And I ain't going back."
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Oooohh! Chapter 1 ish done!
lol...so...guess what....SCHOOL'S OUT!!! w00t w00t! I officially have reign over my computer again! My poor, poor baby...neglected for so long...sob
Anywhozerz, thanks to everyone who supported me through this long and stressful
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hiatus! As promised, updates for all are on the way, as well as two one-shots in the making, one done and to be posted soon if not already up, and the other soon to follow.
Possible delays on the chapters of Shades of Gray, and Scars That Won't Fade. STWF already is about two thirds done I think...i'm just having a severe case of mental block on both..
Anyway, thanks again to all who've reviewed and been so supporting, etc. etc. u guys noe the rest, I say it all the time
Luv yaz! .
Moshi