FanFic - Angel of death
Chapter 1
A/N . Hey guys welcome to the first official chapter of 'Angel of death ' The story is based in England during the Victorian era .Without further a due ! Chapter 1 !
Prologue
Dillon Lock sat at his usual booth in the corner of the Brew Masters Inn . He was content , eyes focused on his glass of cheap whiskey ,savoring the quiet moments that rarely came about in the inn . A few minutes past and suddenly, the bell that hung on the door rang its familiar chime as the door swung open , allowing the polluted air passage to roll in along with a wealthy gentlemen and his lady . Dillon smiled to himself; indeed his patience would be rewarded . The man wore a top hat, a navy blue overcoat and a navy blue suede suit to match , his fingers were adorned with rings ,assuring Dillon that the man was in fact as wealthy as his appearance portrayed . "Perfect ", came the soft whispered words from the thief , his voice was deep and rough and he thought of a quick plan as he downed his whiskey and stood up steadily careful not to draw any unwanted attention . As he stood up he cracked his knuckles loosening the tense muscles of his fingers. He walked towards the couple taking short, quiet strides in his black boots (modified for stealth),black pants and sooty white shirt. His unbuttoned waistcoast stuck to his figure giving praise to his defined body .To complete his outfit he had a thin black gentlemens' blazer - he chose his attire skillfully knowing he could blend in instantly with any crowd in the city along with the secure shadows of the night . Dillon kept close to the walls of the inn, he watched his target whilst he continued striding casually past the table and then, CRASH!
Just as he had planned ,he purposely dragged his foot along the table leg causing the table to topple over along with the hot soup and tea that lay upon it . The wealthy man went red as his flesh was scorned from the heat of the tea and no doubt his quality clothes had been ruined. he stood up yelling curses at the hooded man whilst leaving his beautiful companion to draw all weary eyes to her , nobody would see Dillon's swift hands as he leaned over to assist the gentlemen ." You blithering idiot ! You fool ! You've ruined my suit ! I shall have your head for this! Arrrgh...its burning my skin, get this off me!" could be heard all around the little inn ;the angry words being emitted from the furious man. Dillon smirked yet maintained a relaxed posture " My sincere apologies sir, please let me help you with that. " He said in his most apologetic tone and his best concerned expression . He took off the gentleman's blazer , while seeming to assist the man he welcomed himself to his goods. Using his trained stealth and swift fingers he searched and pocketed all of the blazer's contents . Satisfied, he laid the blazer across the chair ,apologized again and abruptly left but not before giving the woman an adorning smile and a wink
Promptly after leaving the building Dillon walked into a nearby alleyway smirking as he looked over his goods for the day . A gold pocket watch with an eagle engraved into it , which he instantly took a liking to and fixed onto his waist coat; he had a few gold coins which he dropped into his pouch and some papers that had no value to him so he tossed them into the street . "I was a fool to presume he hadn't been robbed before by that lady , poor man's probably been sucked dry by his mate ." He mumbled to himself quite annoyed .
He buttoned up his waistcoat and proudly pulled his long blonde hair back into a loose pony tail . He turned into the street and waited for a few seconds before finding an appropriate group of people to which he joined ,blending with the crowd, head low ,hiding from the onlooking guards . Today could have been better ,he thought to himself ,as he made his way back to his hideout.
A/N So that was the first chapter just to set the tone and setting of the story , thanks for reading :)