Revenge
Summary: Shinichi has taken down the BO with help from his friends and the FBI, he's got his old body back, and he's married to Ran. Perfect, right? One problem, Gin has escaped from prison and is taking his revenge, one by one.
*So what the heck is this you ask? Well, I just wanted to give my readers a taste of my next main story that I shall work on after I finish MSK. This prologue is not nearly as detailed as it will probably end up being, and until MSK is over, you'll only get this prologue and chapter one. No questions asked. I have no time to work on another story. Two is enough. I have my MathCounts competition this Saturday, and I won't have the laptop for over a week starting on Friday. Please review, and tell me if you would like me to continue, or if I should think of another idea. Thank you!*
Prologue
The snow blankets the ground like a bed sheet, making even the prison yard look like a pristine frozen castle garden. Icicles hang from the roof, shining like diamonds in the cold winter sun. It is Christmas, and most of the inmates are celebrating with drinks and cards from loved ones. The more serious offenders lay alone in their isolated cells, living out the holidays in silence.
One of these people is Gin, one of the previous members of the Black Organization. His long silver hair has been cut, his black attire exchanged for an orange suit. He smiles, not because of the cheerful season, but because he has a visitor today.
He cocks his stolen pistol, skillfully taken from a security guard along with a key to his door. Those fools hadn't even checked his cell after the gun had been pilfered. He snickers, hearing footsteps near his cell.
A beautiful woman appears in front of the prison cell, a disdainful frown on her face. She wears a formal outfit; it looks as if she is going to a fancy dinner. Her turquoise eyes shine with hatred, and her eyebrows furrow at the sight of Gin.
"It's been a long time, hasn't it? Vermouth," he addresses her, gleeful with anticipation.
She stares at him coldly, not understanding his strange, almost mad, smile. "I'm not Vermouth anymore; I'm Chris Vineyard. I go by no other name." Her tone is rebellious, like a protesting teenager's. She tosses her long, platinum blonde hair, and it shines in the fluorescent lighting.
"So you've turned your back on the Organization entirely? I thought you were always for us." His tone is smooth as velvet and as slippery as a snake. He hides his joy under a practiced mask, concealing his true intentions. His hand inches uncontrollably towards the weapon, with the need to kill. 'Not yet, Gin. We can still have fun with this,' he thinks.
"The Organization fell ten years ago. In case you've forgotten, it's why you're here." She seems impatient. Chris had not wanted to come today, but she had been told to come by an officer. She couldn't believe she had to converse with this insane man. She stares at her golden watch, fidgeting.
"Yes, that damn Kudo brat and all of his friends did it, right? Sherry, Hattori Heiji, Kaitou Kid, those F.B.I. Agents, and you." His icy blue eyes twinkle with menace, and suddenly Vermouth feels slightly frightened.
"That's correct. Now tell me why you requested that I come. I'm wasting a perfectly good day; I'm supposed to be meeting with Kudo-kun and his wife and son right." She had been invited to the happy couple's son's birthday party. Kudo Conan is turning four today; she has his present in her handbag.
She looks into her purse and stares at it fondly, already imagining the joy on the four year old's face. He looks almost exactly like his father, a miniature silver bullet, but his eyesight's as sharp as an eagle's. He is smart, and shows talent in detective work, however, he enjoys his acting lessons with 'Chris-sensei' as well.
She treats him like her nephew; she has grown very close to the Kudo family. After all, she was the one who provided the inside information. She still remembers that day as clear as crystal, remembers the fighting, remembers the gunshots. It feels like a memory when she catches a glimpse of the long black barrel.
"It was of course, to do this." He pulls out the gun and fires once. She lets out a surprised 'oh' and falls, her white blouse turning a bloody red. The present, a picture book filled with mysteries, drops onto the floor, already being stained crimson.
Her face is frozen in surprise and her kind smile, and he lets out a gleeful laugh. The sound of the blast was hardly audible, muffled by his handmade silencer. His skills have not decreased one bit.
His room is in a hallway of empty cells, leaving his kill unnoticed. He stares at Chris's unmoving body, still in death. He reaches into her purse and pulls "Don't underestimate me. I'll bring the Organization back."
He skillfully unlocks the prison door, knowing that most guards were probably drunk. His gun still carries six bullets, a good number for any fools unlucky enough to get in his way.
"I'll take my revenge, one by one," he mutters to himself. "It was a big mistake to let me live. I'm killing them all." His maniacal laughter fills the air as he exits the prison.
*Review, review, review please! Thank you for reading!~Aeyra*