[A/N] I came up with this story years ago, and decided to put a Professor Layton spin on it. So, enjoy! (Takes place after Curious Village)

Descole crept through London, to get to his destination. As for that destination, he was going to rid himself of Layton's meddling once and for all!

I believe this is the place... he thought to himself. He quietly walked up to the front door, and expertly picked the lock on the door. He pulled the silencer out of his pocket, thumbed back the hammer, and tiptoed up to Layton's bedroom. He let himself in, and looked at Layton's sleeping figure, still wearing his hat.

"Now, Layton... You have foiled me to many times for my tastes. I shall be rid of you once and for all!"

He had only brought three bullets for the gun; one for Layton himself, and another two to eliminate those pesky children that lived with him.

He pointed the gun at Layton's head, and pulled the trigger.

He waited for the sheets to be stained with red, but it didn't come.

Dammit! thought Descole. He rolled over in the middle of my shot!

Undaunted, he thumbed back the hammer again and pulled the trigger. But Layton rolled over again!

ARGH!

This time, he pushed the barrel of the gun directly up to Layton's skull. He was about to pull the trigger when... Whap!

Why must his life be so difficult?! Layton had shuffled, and his fist had thrashed around, first to Descole's stomach, then his head, and then to the hand holding the gun, knocking it over to the other end of the room, where it went off for a third time. That was the last of his bullets! He couldn't do anything now!

Frustrated, Descole ran out of the door to the house, bashed his head against a tree, and returned to his headquarters to plot his next attack.

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Professor Layton woke up with a crick in his neck. He looked around his room... The same old room. Something felt different, though. He felt his bed. There were some odd holes in his bed. The stuffing was spilling out of them.

"Luke! Flora! Please come in here." he called. In a flash, his self-proclaimed apprentice and his daughter were in his doorway, looking a bit groggy.

"What's wrong, Professor?" asked Luke.

"I found some odd holes in my bed. Were you two doing something in here last night?"

The two looks at each other in confusion, and simultaneously shook their heads.

"Hm. I'll have to go shopping for a new mattress, then."

[A/N] Years ago, when I was just knee-high to a grasshopper, I had an idea for a story about an assassin's target who kept dodging the bullets in his sleep. I just decided to put a Prof. Layton spin on it. Sorry if it's a bit sloppy, but I'm away from my computer, and I wrote this on my phone instead. Sowwy. :(

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