The Serpent
Monday, April 27, 2009
Disclaimer: I don't really want to own the Winx Club.
Fore Note: This is supposed to happen just before season 2.
Lucien…
Lysander…
Leon…
Lorenz…
All of his past names were too close to his real first name, he had decided years ago. They were all too painfully close to his real name. He needed to break out of that cycle now. It was now that he decided that he couldn't reuse any of his past names anymore. They would only arouse suspicion because of his looks and where he was going.
He needed a new name.
Lance Archer drove at a steady 60 kilometres per hour in his two year old blue hovercar on a stretch of highway that seemed that it would never end. Occasionally, it curved and went over hills and through tunnels but there was no denying it, it seemed that he would never escape the barren desert landscape and hit lush brilliant green forests that marked the border of Magix or see the peaks of mountains in the sky where it was rumoured that Shadowhaunt was located. He had only left the witch and therianthrope-infested smog-filled city of Scavi a few hours ago; that place was a ticking time bomb of illegal activity and he was glad to be out of their considering his new 'responsibility' that he had. He had stayed one year too long for his liking and was happy to take any job offer outside of the city, even in some place as remote as Magix.
He reached over to his right to where a mini touch screen computer was lodge on the dashboard between him and the cluttered passenger seat populated with his laptop bag and a dozen overflowing beige office files. He touched the dead screen and it immediately activated projecting scenic beach wallpaper with a dozen options. He pressed 'automatic cruise' which asked for a numeric password. He entered it and the feature activated by the retracting the steering wheel away from his lap.
Before him a holographic keyboard appeared at his lap and the windshield projected a dimmer see-through version of his beach wallpaper while still able to see the road. He typed away reflectively trying to come up with a new plebeian identity.
His name, he needed a new one and he needed to take into consideration the people he would be working with and the lifestyle he would be living. Magix was intergalactically renowned and one of the major epicentre for commercial activity in this part of the galaxy. So he would be exposed to people of every shade of colour and with some of the most powerful and rich. He could figure out something.
Lance was a freelancing mercenary with some topnotch training and genetics. Born as the son to a wine merchant mother and castle architect father, he grew up rather lavished and loved setting. He also grew up in a rather dangerously setting. His father ran an interplanetary espionage network that provided detective work, assassination and in general, ruining people lives. His mother was an odd one who dealt some illegal forms business including firearms while also desiring for extremely large families of ten children.
In his last assignment, Lance was hired by an anonymous employer, which turned out to be the Department of Intranational Security, to infiltrate the underground world of Scavi and relay them information about anyone's movement until he got the green light to take action. He was not necessarily pro-government when it came to their decisions but he was not necessarily against him either. These were some of the few times that he could easily agree with them because Scavi was a disgusting city of illegal activity that they did not even bother to hide it and he never understood how a city could so simply abandon their people.
During the course of his assignment, the mission was compromised because his target turned out to in a very difficult situation that he could not even think of raising a hand for he would feel guilty and horrible inside. So he waited patiently for a year so he could try to make a move again and that's when he went in for the kill.
Anyways, he completed mission and that's all that mattered. Now, he was transferring to a new location for his latest mission from his agency
No!—he needed to deviate from the soft L names. He needed to use another letter.
H.
Yes, that would be a good letter to start with.
Latter Note: Can you guess who that is?
Yeah, I don't plan on ever continuing this because I have too much going on. It's going to stick as a piece of drabble.
