A/N This is my first LXG story, as I usually write ER, as you will see if you go to my profile. You will also see that they are all Ray-centric, so I don't really see it as much of a surprise that this story is going to be Tom-centric! I hope that you like!
Chapter 1
Tom Sawyer was running as fast as he could, his black trench coat billowing out behind him as the cold wind blew past him. The sound of his heavy black boots slamming off the cobble stoned streets thundered in the empty alleys as he chased his assailant down them, turning corners to try and catch up with the man who they had been hunting since that fateful day in Mongolia.
Memories of that day raced through Tom's mind as he ran. He remembered it as if it was just happening, the sound of M laughing before he jumped out the window and flew away on the strange, winged like, devices.
Tom had shot the man, making him fall to his death, the 'box of tricks' no more as they fell into the icy water. When Tom had turned around he had felt his heart breaking at the sight of his mentor, and father figure, lying there.
Tom blinked back tears as he ran; the reality of that day still so fresh in his mind. He had been relived when Henry had come and gotten Allan back to the ship quickly, patching the hunter up as best as he could. The next few days had been a waiting game, Tom never leaving Allan's side, prayers which he hadn't said in a long time being the only words that he spoke. They had obviously worked, because Allan had pulled through, his stubborn nature bringing him back from the brink, and into the life of the young man whom he had come to consider a son.
Of course, that was three months ago. Today they had gotten a very useful lead on the man whom they had begun to track down three weeks after the death of M, or James as some would call him. The man had been one of M's faithful followers, and was determined to finish the work which M had started. This of course had alarmed the League, all afraid if this man could possibly fulfil the mission which M had not.
So this was the reason why Tom was running down a cold street in England, the rain beginning to pelt down, and clouding his vision of the man in front of him. The League had split up to try and capture the man after he had attacked Allan, hitting him over the head and knocking him out for a couple of seconds. When he had come round, the rest of the League had suggested that they cover more ground and corner the man, to try and stop his escape.
And as Tom ran, he realised that he had no idea where the man, who had just seconds ago been in front of him, had gone. Slowing down and pulling one of his Colt pistols from the holster which where always on his lean body, a way Tom was certain he would always be prepared in case anything ever happened.
Cocking the gun in his hand, Tom Sawyer came to a halt, his eyes scanning the alley from under his blonde hair, pieces of his rebellious bangs in his eyes. Glancing around as he heard a noise, Tom raised his gun, his finger on the trigger and held it at the ready as he slowly advanced forward to where he had heard the sound.
Turning the corner, Tom was confused when he saw nothing but dirty paper flying across the alley in the wind, the rain making rivets in the puddles as the droplets of rain slowly made there way into the them.
Hearing a noise behind him, Tom made to turn, but was too late as something cracked against the back of his skull, instantly causing his world to turn to darkness, and sensing the Secret Service Agent to the ground in a heap, his gun falling from his grasp.
After an unsuccessful attempt to find the man, all of the League members where all standing back at the docks, where they had agreed to meet up, all but Thomas Sawyer. Pulling out his pocket watch, Henry turned to Skinner, or at least floating trench coat and hat, and said in a quiet voice,
'Don't you think it is about time that Tom was here, you don't think anything's happened do you?' He remarked, his voice sounding scared for his young friend.
Not bothering to answer, Skinner said to Allan,
'Allan, ya don't suppose that we should go and see what's takin' the kid so long, do ya?' He asked the hunter in his cockney accent.
Running a hand over his beard, Allan began to walk towards the alley which Tom had been down as he said,
'Yes, that's a good idea. Meet back here in ten minutes'
With that the hunter made his way down the alley, his aged eyes scanning for any signs of the young man. Turning a corner he was about to just walk on when something caught his eye. Walking over and picking up the weapon which he was sure was Tom's; Allan quickly turned and began to run back to the docks.
Seeing that the rest of the League where back, Allan ran to the group and came to a halt in the middle of them,
'Quickly, Toms been kidnapped!'
Not very long I know, but this is only the opening, and the rest of the chapter are longer, I promise! So please review and let me know what you think!
