Prologue
Silence gripped the air. The smallest sound - the parting of lips, a single breath - seemed to echo violently through the polished room.
A slight jolt shot through my mind as the man beside me moved forward, as though locked in a trance. The room erupted with the fall of his feet.
Bloody hell Parker, my mind mused as I glared at the younger man taking tentative steps across the room.
A loud thumping sound drummed through my ears. I glanced around, raising my eyebrow, searching for the source. My muscles relaxed the slightest as I realised sheepishly that it was the sound of blood pumping furiously through my ears. In that second, I also realised how anxious I was. An ache quite dull simmered through my muscles.
Once again, the room exploded into sound as I dug my hand deep into my trouser pocket and pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief. If I hadn't been on edge, I may have smiled at the handy work of the folding. Another thing caught my eye too: stitched into the corner was a shining, silver E. The source of my nerves became clear to me. Where is she?
A single bead of sweat ran slowly down my forehead, and I wiped it away as I surveyed the two men standing either side of the vault's gaping entrance. Only a part of each was visible, but I knew each held a gun at his hip. I turned back quickly to examine Parker's progress.
How long can it take? I mentally questioned the mark. Not wanting to intrude completely, I averted my gaze to the entrance once again.
Something had changed. The visible part of the left guard had disappeared. I reached carefully to the gun concealed in my breast pocket, noticing the guard's feet poking out from behind the wall, as though laying down. I clicked off the safety.
Silky, and white like porcelain, a thin ankle stepped into view. It was skirted with a light teal fabric which flowed like sea foam as she walked. All anxiety I had felt melted at the sight. My hand slid off the gun as I raked my eyes up her slender torso.
Her smile. They were full and plump, heart-shaped, yet small, in keeping with the the rest of her features. Currently, they were pulled up at the corners in one of her shy, warm smiles that could light up a whole room like a thousand suns. She seemed to have a slight variation on it whenever it was directed to me. These were the smiles that sent my heart into supernova.
As always, the smile reached her eyes; a captivating shade of green, like pale seaweed covered with sand. They stared into mine, and I felt myself relax a bit more.
This gesture, though small, was her mistake. She lost focus in that one second. But that one second was long enough.
It seemed to happen in slow motion, as though I knew it would happen, but had no power to stop it.
A shot tore through the air, bouncing off the walls. I looked to the man, his gun drawn and aimed at her, and shot him. He fell to the floor with a dull thud.
With a half-hearted, lopsided smirk, I turned back to her. The grin slid from my face as I noticed something that hadn't been there before. I watched her face twist into an expression of pain and horror as she looked down at the crimson hole that now flawed her smooth, pale chest.
Eyes wide, she looked back to me and then averted her gaze over my shoulder. The healthy colour in her face drained and her knees buckled. I lunged forward.
"Carina!"
A/N: Hello to any readers! If I have any, then thank you very much :-) I'm a huge fan of Inception, I'm also quite new, so don't hate me! I've been dreaming up this story for a while and I just have to get it out. As I said, if I have any readers, then please follow or review or whatever, because I promise I have a definitive storyline. So that's me done for now, perhaps I'll see you soon
(P.S. For the record, I do ship Eames and Arthur, but perhaps not as much as others...)