Prologue
A blood curdling scream echoes through out Cherbourg, a village off in the French coast. A shadowy figure leaps from roof top to roof top trying to escape the torches below. "STOP HIM!! THERE HE GOES!!! AFTER HIM!!!" angry voices yell in the distant as flames come closer and closer to the individual. In a frantic leap, the character manages to make it from a small hut's roof to the castle wall.
"HE'S TRYING TO ESCAPE!!! QUICK!! STOP HIM!!! HURRY!!!" The voices become more distraught and the flames closer still. The figure sneaks through the shadows, killing any unexpected guard in its way. The voices on the ground finally make it to the castle wall. More guards and village men jump onto the castle wall, some having more difficulty then others.
They chase the figure to the west wall, arms aiming at the unknown entity. The individual turns and faces the guards, bravely, it's black cloak blowing in the light breeze, but the hood manages to stay on. "Now, we'll give you a choice." One of the guards says, most likely the leader, stepping forward toward the masked figure. "We can kill you now and here in a heated, one sided, battle. Or, you can come with us willingly and be locked up inpénitencier, though; you'll still die with the death sentence." The guard smirks and shows his disgusting, rotting teeth.
The other guards snicker and laugh at his cruel joke. The figure takes a step back and stands in defense mode. The guard looked flabbergasted, but quickly regained composure and shrugs. "Suit yourself. If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll going to get!" The guards charge at the figure, arms ready, but before they can even touch the figure, the figure does a back flip off the wall and dives into the watery depths below.
The guards peer over the edge for a few moments and closely watch the water. No bubbles, no sign of the figure they were just in pursuit with. Finally the leader sighs "Oh well, guess they'd rather commit suicide then deal with us." He sheaths his sword and motions for the others to do the same. "Pity though. He gave us the only real challenge. Now all we get to do is sit in this dusty palace and do nothing." He lets out a small sigh.
He reaches into his pocket and takes out a black rose. One guard looks over at him "Excuse me monsieur, but what is it that you have there?" The guard twirls the flower in his gloved hand. "I found it when we were chasing the criminal. Fell off of him I presume." A small smile forms on his rough face, and then he becomes serious once again. "Well, here's to you, the greatest criminal this country has seen yet." He motions out to the sea with the rose, "Au revoir, The Tueur Oscuro." He bows his head and lets the rose go into the night breeze. It lands in the dark water and floats out with the tueur's soul.
Pénitencier: French (noun)—prison, penitentiary
Au revoir: French (noun)—goodbye
Tueur: French (noun)—Assassin
Oscuro: French (adjective)—dark, evil, sinister
AN: This event of the French Revolution is true, but the people and other events in the story is fictional and completely made up by the voices in my head. I am a history geek and I am fully aware of the misplaced names and such. Its a fictional story with fictional characters in a real historic event. I am not claiming that this story is true nor are the people.
I wrote this a few years ago. I had a sudden urge and desire to write a story about a theif, better yet, an assassin who steals the heart of a young anxious prince after watching a particular movie, which shall remain nameless. I wrote a prologue, edited somewhat, and started the first chapter. Then I stopped and I don't know why I never started up again. But now I wish to finish it! Or at least see how far I get. I tend to write a few chapters then stop for like...a year unless someone encourages me to continue. If that doesn't happen my muse tends to hide for a year or two before its hibernation is complete and I am able to write a couple more chapters.
Now, I know I'm not some great author like Hemmingway or Poe or Shelley but bare with me. I would love to hear what people have to say. Good comments and structured criticisms alike! Don't worry, I shouldn't take offense. This is my first piece up and I haven't chosen a definite title yet. And I know this is more like a historical fiction rather than some anime/movie spoof or whatever, but it was inspired by a movie and influenced by anime which will come apparent in later chapters.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed ^^
~*Batgirl*~