Welp, the names Corro, this is my first CHERUB Fanfic and I absolutely love the book series.
to start off with I decided to do something new(I think). And that is to have aMentally un-stable OC As my main character so yeah...
I do not own Cherub or any of the character. Apart from my OCs, the book respectively belongs to Robert Muchamore
A lone boy weaved his way through the crowd. He wore a white jacket and black trousers with a black duffel bag on his back. He had Raven black hair and sky blue eyes. If one were to go by appearance they would believe the boy to be no more than eleven possibly twelve years old.
The city streets of London were always packed even at night when the more dangerous crowd made an appearance. The young boy turned right and entered into a large building before making a bee line for the toilets.
He entered one of the cubicles and bolted the lock before placing down and unzipping his bag. Inside was a black hooded jacket. Printed on the backs of the hoody was an artistically drawn ghost. he exchanged the black hooded jacket for the white one he was currently wearing. Underneath where the jacket had been was a mask.
A plain white mask that had the appearance of a skull which he placed over his face and lifted his hood.
He then pulled out a leather belt that had been hidden underneath and strapped it too his chest so that it went from his right shoulder to the left side of his waist.
At the very bottom of the bag was a black box in which he retrieved a short blade that was held within a black sheath. He attached it to the belt and pulled out the final pieces.
Multiple throwing knives. These knives slotted into place in places all over the jacket inside and out plus some more on the leather belt. There was still one more cardboard box hidden inside the bag however he decided to leave it be . Finally finished he hid the bag behind the stool before looking up.
Directly above him was a ventilation duct. He pulled a couple of allan-keys and began to unscrew the numerous didn't take long before he had climbed into the tiny shaft and re-screwed the the gate.
He began to shuffle threw the pitch black shaft before reaching a dead end, the only other way too was up, which he decided to take, he stood up and placed his back to one edge whilst placing his legs against the other side and slowly began to shuffle upwards.
Although it had taken him a few minutes he finally reached the top and moved on to shuffle through another identical vent. Within minutes he reached an exit which he gratefully took. He undid the bolts like he had done so many times previously and stepped into the top floor of one of the most expensive hotels in the entirety of London. He replaced the grate and walked till he reached a flight if stairs in which led to his destination each step he took was silent as nothing was their.
He reached the penthouse door and pulled out a couple of thin metal picks. He placed the two of them into the door lock and stealthily unlocked the door.
Inside was a vast space filled with expensive decorations and furniture, however those weren't his target and he certainly wasn't there to stare at them.
He creeped into another room, the floor was lined with a pure white carpet and stood in the middle was a man. He was quite old expected to be in his seventies.
This man was the CEO of a leading company. And was the target of the young boy.
The man turned around to face him and spoke "here to claim another life? Young ghost of London, or do you prefer deathly ghost or even... Jamie, Masons?" The man smiled.
Beneath the mask the boy's eyes widened and took a step back.
"Just as I thought, you never really wanted to harm anyone, however, the world of adults can be quite... Demanding, can it not?"
The young boys opened his mouth and what came out was a raps voice. "How...? Did you... Know?"
"There are many things I know, however that is not important, whilst your father has you, I have my own teams, and methods"now turned around and tapped on a remote. The TV that had been mounted on the wall flickers into light. What was displayed made the young boy speechless. He didn't know whether he was happy or sad.
What was being showed was the news. The biggest story. Edward Mason was dead, in other words, the young boy. Jamie Masons's father had been killed.
Found dead in his bed with his son missing and no where to be seen.
The boy took a step back, shaking his head before running off down through the hotel. He ran into the same toilet stall, breaking the lock and replacing all of his gear inside of the bag before running out of the hotel and heading home.
What he found when he got there was the entire house surrounded by police, on of the figures approached him and asked "are you Jamie Masons? Please come with me"