A Note from Mr. L: Good evening. Welcome to "No Boundaries", Gaara's Little Girl's newest story. We do hope that you will enjoy, and leave plenty of reviews.
Disclaimer (For the whole story): I do not own Twilight, or any of the characters mentioned….
No Boundaries
Chapter One: Mr. L
The dimly lit room was heavy with an uncomfortable silence. The black walls dripped with thick layers of a slimy liquid, and dried blood. On one end of the room, there was a medium-sized, oak table, behind which, sat a tall man in a fur coat and dark glasses. Two muscular men stood on either side of him, their arms crossed, their pale skin almost glowing against the black of their suits, which were embossed with a single golden letter 'L'.
A metal door on the opposite end of the room, burst open, and a tall, dark-haired man was dragged in. His brown hair was matted and it stuck to his sweaty forehead, as his eyes flicked from the door, to the man behind the table. The man in fur leaned forward, dark eyes glittering behind his shades.
"Well, well…. Mr. Cullen," he said, "So kind of you to join us. Please... have a seat,"
The man was thrown to the ground, and the man in fur leaned back in his chair and put his leather boots on the table before him.
"So," he said, his deep, rich voice tinged with malice.
"What is this ridiculous story about you loosing my money, Edward? May I call you Edward?"
"I… I-I…."
"Never mind. I'm going to do it anyways," the man in fur said, his slight French accent softening, as he lowered his voice.
"Now, Edward," he said, softly, in an almost fatherly tone, "I'm going to give you ten seconds to hand over my money… then you can lick my boots clean while I decide whether or not to shoot you,"
"B-but….. but I…. sir… I-I don't have the money!"
There was a long, painful silence, as the man in fur slowly took his feet from the table, and leaned forward, removing his glasses, so Edward could clearly see his captor's eyes.
"What?"
His voice was cold, and his eyes glinted murderously. Edward swallowed hard.
"I…. I-I don't-"
The man in fur sighed and leaned back in his chair and held out a hand. A bodyguard placed a golden pistol in his hand, and Edward let loose a small moan.
"Sir please! Please….. no… I'll…. I'll get you the money! I-I can…. I…. I'll-"
"I'm afraid, Mr. Cullen, that your time is up. You do not have my money, and you weren't very useful to begin with. I am finished with you. You will not receive another chance."
"Sir, please!" Edward cried, throwing himself at the man's feet.
"Please!"
The man looked down at Edward's tear-stained face, before he put his glasses back on. He seemed to consider.
"Hmm… no."
A shot rang out, and Edward fell to the ground, dead. Blood spattered against the walls and floor, and the man in fur sighed.
"Would one of you kindly remove him? And could someone get a mop?" he said, bored. Bodyguards dragged the corpse away, and the man sighed.
"Someone go and pay Mr. Cullen's family a….. visit. Then see how much the house is worth. I've always wanted a nice place in the suburbs…." he said to himself.
"And would someone PLEASE get this shit cleaned up? Pick it up ladies! I do NOT want his brain-juice all over my floor!"
The man sighed again as the metal door re-opened, and a thin, handsome young blonde man entered.
"James, darling," he said, stretching out a heavily jeweled hand for the man to kiss, "Where have you been hiding?"
James gave a wicked smile, and his blue eyes flashed as he handed the man a stack of papers.
"This just came in," he said, "A new client…. Seems that a Mr. Carlisle Hale, has forgotten this month's payments…."
The man in fur stared down at the picture of a man in his mid-forties, with wavy blonde hair, and sea-green eyes. He looked a bit like a movie star.
The man smiled.
"Carlisle, eh? I remember him. Well, I daresay it's about time we pay him a visit….."
James bowed, a murderous grin on his face.
"As you wish….."
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