Defiance. Prologue.
A dark stranger stood amongst purity.
A net of snow fell over the white ground and dull surroundings. The tall figure
was adorned in a raven cloak. The stranger's vibrant teal eyes shone brilliant
through the snow's cascade.
The puffy sky hung overhead, holding the sun captive. The many snowflakes fell
softly and silently around the feminine figure, never once daring to fall upon
her.
"You're late." Her hypnotic voice slithered.
The man in a business suit trudged through the shallow snow in a rush. "I know,
I know." H e huffed. "Forgive me. I—I was not aware of the time."
"I told you to be here precisely at four o'clock, and still, you ignore my
command." She spoke with an air of authority about her.
"I know, please, I'm so—so very sorry. I had many—"
Ruby lips curved into a smile. "You defy me." Her eyes shimmered.
"No! No Ms. D'fyance, it's not like that at all—" He fidgeted with the folders in his hands.
"It is of no matter, I'll forgive this once. What have you brought me?" Her
eyes gleamed at the sight.
"Oh! Yes! These." He nervously handed her the folders and cleared his throat.
"The uh—documents that you requested were quite hard to get access for. But I
got them! Here. For you. Like you
wanted… very difficult to get a hold of. But I did. And now you have
them. Here." He stammered as he looked around at the scenery of the desolate
park, miles outside of the city. He hadn't allowed himself enough time to find
the damn place, took nearly two hours. He sighed as he thought of how he wasn't
being paid enough.
"Well done." His breath caught, he almost forgot who he was dealing with. She
finished flipping through the papers and held them securely in her hand. Her
brilliant dark aqua nail polish caught his eyes momentarily. "I should like to
continue business with you." Her voice snapped his attention back.
"Yes. Well. Whenever you need me, just call and I'll—"
"Be on time." She leveled.
"Yes of course…" He cast his eyes down.
"Your check will be in your mailbox by Friday. Good day." She turned to leave.
"But it's only Monday, couldn't you just—" He took a
step forward but quickly sputtered back as she snapped around. Her eyes bore
into him like burning ice. "Friday's good." He eased back, holding his breath.
She looked him over and then turned from him and walked away. Brian McNeal let
out a long sigh of relief. He didn't dare turn his back. He waited with caution
and watched the retreating figure of one of the Endless…