Disclaimer: I do not own PoT (yeah, I wish!) and the Poem's from And Then There Were None, by Agatha Christie.
Chapter 1: Just before the count down begins
"Huff…..huff….." Heavy panting and the sound of sneakers upon the wet, dark alley broke the still night silence. The man, with a grizzled beard, kept looking back uneasily as he ran through the dim lit street and alleys, clearing knowing his way around each nook and cranny of the area.
For a second, it seemed as though he had managed to shake off his pursuer and he let his guard down just a little. "…Ouch!" The man grimaced in pain and tried to stand, trying his best to ignore the protests from his twisted ankle and cursing the darn soft drink bottle for lying in his way and causing him to fall.
But Lady Luck, was truly not in his favour that day. He was almost successfully off the ground when a shadow entered the alley and drew closer to him. The man shrunk back in fear and leaned against the dank and mossy wall for support, desperately praying that his legs won't fail him. "N-now, I am sure hat we can talk this out, right?" the man attempted a grin, which was quickly wiped off his face upon seeing the steely glint in his pursuer's eye.
"Honestly, do you think you can give me back what you stole from me that easily? What's happened can't be undone and its effects are irreversible. And you still have the nerve to talk business with me?" said the voice from under the hoodie, quivering slightly with emotion, as a hand reached up to push it back from the face. "Y-y-you?!" the man spluttered, eyes widening in recognition, before being silenced forever by the bullet from the gun the figure opposite produced. "Don't worry…I'll send up more people for company very soon…" the figure smirked and threw on the hoodie head back again, exiting the scene before an alarm could be raised.
"Now...the countdown begins..."
Ten little Soldier Boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Soldier Boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Soldier Boys travelling in Devon;
One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Soldier Boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Soldier Boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Soldier Boys going in for law;
One got in Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Soldier Boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Soldier Boys walking in the zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two little Soldier Boys sitting in the sun;
One got frizzled up and then there was one.
One little Soldier Boy left all alone;
He went out and hanged himself and then there were none.
AN: Hi guys! Firstly, thanks for reading the story, as short as the chapter may be. This is the first story I'm publishing, so it would help me tremendously if you could give constructive feedback for me to improve on. :) I'll try to update the story at least once per week, and I sincerely hope you have a nice time reading the story!
And yup, that's kinda influenced by Agatha Christie's writings! XP