The Specter
The streets in Miami were now engulfed in darkness. No sound could be heard and the new moon was nowhere to be found. In the sky all the stars were completly missing and the fact that is going to rain soon could be very easily figured out.
The endless silence of the night was pierced by the sound of a gun being unsecured. Then two loud shots and the cry of wheels being forced against their will filled the air. The sirens of polices made their way through and the sound of increasing speed was heard. The very last sounds were another six or seven shots and the silence fell once again over Miami along with the rain ready to clean all the blood shed on the still warm cement.
1. Murdering And Assasination - Two Synonyms
At the corner of the street a man dressed in a black sweatshirt with the hood on and black jeans with a gleamy chain hanging on the left side stood in the shadows, away from the bright cone the lighter was radiating. He was leaning against the building with a leg on the wall and both hands in the pockets of the sweatshirt. From the other part of the corner a black form appeared, also leaning only with the back against the wall.
"So...?" asked the form in a dark tone.
"I caught him." the hooded man responded. The other one chuckled darkly.
"Then you did your job. Can you prove it?"
"I got this for you." the hooded man said as he handed the other one what it seemed to be a small black leather box. The black form opened it and smirked. In the box was a white gem of the size of a large fist. It gleamed in the weak light and in had perfect forms only a master in artcrafts can polish.
"I can say you did your part! Great job! What else from the so well-known Specter! Here's your reward." said the black form as it handed a pile of 100$ bills. The hooded man counted the papers as the black form walked away. As he finished, the man smirked and put his money in his pocket as he vanished in to the darkness.
We are now in a chamber full of weapons placed on light walls. It had all kinds of guns from the small but usefull handguns such as a Ruger SR1911 to the monsters of riffles such as a Colt LE6920. In the middle of the room there was an office on top of was a shotgun Mossberg 500 ZOMBIE crumbled to pieces. The one making a check-up was a pink haired teenager, around 20. He was wearing a black muscle shirt and a pair of gray baggy jeans. He had a black earring in the right ear. He was making his job look rather simple just from the look in his eyes. Those obsidian eyes didn't show any kind of emotion, only cruelness.
He finished his work and placed the shotgun in its space, then head out from the room, entering a hallway. He heads to the living room and falls on an old and jaded brown sofa. He turned on the TV and running through the channels he stops on a certain one with some breaking news.
"The specter strikes again! Last night on the streets of Miami, the multi-milionaire Scott Morrinson along with seven policemen and his personal driver had been shot and killed. The paramedics arrived to late and couldn't do anything to avoid the inevitable. The attacker is suspected to be the most deadliest criminal, to which we don't even know the identity, The Specter. Can I ask you why do you think he is the one responsible?"
"In all my experience as a cop, I haven't met a criminal who can hide his tracks this good. And one more thing; the victims were killed with just a bullet each. That's really odd and to be honest, neither I can't take all nine moving targets down with only nine bullets." said a very fat cop.
At that the pink haired snorted.
"I bet you couldn't take down even one moving target with the same amount of bullets." he said and then turned off the TV. The pink haired closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. He took out from his backpocket a SIG 226 9mm. He stared at the handgun as he stroked it with his thumb. He then put it back as he made his way for the door.
The house where he was currently living was small cottage, ready to fall to pieces in every moment. It had also a garrage in a better shape. It was located just behind a junk yard, the last one from the town and was somehow more retreated than the others.
The young man was walking through the now bathing in the sunset's orange light streets of Miami. He reached a section of the town where the four stories blocks were dominating. He walked leisurely on the street until he abruptly turned to the left. He started walking faster and then turned again to the left in a dead end. Somewhere on the right he opened a chopped wooden door and entered a despicable bar. He fell on a stained and ragged high chair.
"The same?" asked the black skinned woman behind the tavern.
The young man just nodded slowly. The woman dissapeared and then returned with a Johnnie Walker Red Label bottle and a short cilindric glass. He stared at the glass as the drink filled it to the top. Just when he wanted to take a sip, he saw a flash of red. He widened his eyes when he looked at his right and his sight fell on...
"E-Erza? Whatcha doin' here?" he asked the red haired woman who sat next to him.
"N-Natsu...It has been a while, huh?" asked Erza with wide eyes. "You've changed..." she said in a sad tone.
Natsu looked away from her. "So what are you doing here?"
"I happened to come in Miami to investigate the new crime. You see...after you left I've become a cop." she said.
"Really...That's interesting..." said Natsu, already bored.
"Your words do not reflect your thoughts." she said as her eye twitched."Anyway. What have you been doing? And why are you wandering around Miami? This town reeks of murders."
"I like it here." Natsu said, earning giggles from the barmaid. He glared at her and in a an instant the giggles stopped. Erza caught the change and narrowed her eyes at him.
"I was wondering; since you've been here for a longer period of time, could you tell me something about the recent crime?" asked Erza.
Natsu figured she was having suspicions and tried to get out of the problem."Well, it was done with bullets or something..." he said as he rolled his eyes.
"Do you know what kind of bullets?" asked Erza quickly.
"Remin-(cough)...uhm..no.." Natsu said, alarmed by the fact that he was actually going to tell her. He rapidly put the glass at his mouth and took it all down.
Erza was stunned. The bullets used were some Remington UMC 40 and he almost got out the first word. She figured by now that he was hiding something and took action.
"Would you mind if we'd drop over at your place? Just for a few minutes. I'm curious where you live." and it wasn't a lie. When he heard that, he chocked with his drink. He coughed roughly to take out the liquid from the wrong pipe. He then stared at her with wide eyes and turned his head away from her. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
"Ok... Why not...But I warn you...I live in a pretty crumbling place." he said with his eyes closed.
"I don't mind. As long as it's livable".
"That's not livable at all..." Erza said with a sweatdrop. Natsu just stared at her.
"Told ya..." he said as he made his way to the door. Erza took notice of the handgun from his backpocket. Natsu hadn't ever took any weapons with him when he just went out...before. However she followed the pink haired through the frontdoor.
Indoors it wasn't much. A small hallway which separated the 5 pieces of the house: the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room and a room which she suspected in was a dorm and another one in which she hadn't entered. All chambers were poorly furnished, the rooms barely having the basic objects.
Erza sat on the sofa, at Natsu's impulse, while he went into the kitchen for a drink. He returned with a Brandy 7* at 2l and two glasses. He poured the liquid in one and handed it to the red haired. He poured in the last one, sat on the sofa and then drank from the bottle. The woman sweatdropped at the scene and the took a sip. She then stared at the bottle with wide eyes.
"Wow. You really drink only very good ones, don't you?" Erza asked.
"Quality it's what I pay for, after all." he said. Erza giggled.
"You were always the one who got the drinks when we had a party in San Francisco, so what should I expect for? That until she died..."
The red haired startled when she heard him bang the bottle to the floor. She stared at him.
"If why you're here is for you to remember me of the past then you'd better leave." he said darkly.
"Actually...You've changed in all points of view, right? You know hunt down and kill people for money." she said sadly. Natsu stared at wide-eyed.
"Y-You a-already know about...?" he asked.
"Yes, I know. I came here to make my assumptions clear. I hoped you weren't the one I was seeking for, but I was wrong..." she said looking at the floor.
Natsu now stared at her in awe."So you're gonna arrest me or something, now?"
"No, I won't. I just...can't..." she said. Natsu raised an eyebrow.
"Aren't you gonna get in trouble if you won't?"
"If I would arrest you, you'd gonna get executed, you know that don't you? I have other plans for you..." she said smirking, but still looking at the ground."You're going to return back home." Erza then looked at Natsu who was asking her with his eyes."...yes, back in San Francisco...Well that until Jellal is going to tell us what should we do."
Natsu was looking even more confused.
"Okay, I'll explain it on the way back home."
"Whoa, Whoa! Hold it! Who said I'm going back? And anyway, I have over 50 guns and 1,5k ammo that I really don't feel like leaving behind."
"That's quite of a quantity...Don't worry about it, though. If I'll say that all those were asked to be distributed by Jellal, they won't have a thing to say about it."
"But...I really don't wanna go back...All these years I tried to forget that cruel place. And to turn back now...it will be more like a trauma..." Natsu mumbled with closed eyes.
"Don't worry... We won't stay long anyway. San Francisco is just a meeting point."
Natsu looked at Erza before moving his gaze. He sighed and looked back at her.
"Okay. What do I have to do?"
"Use all your skills in the upcoming missions you'll get. I will tell you other details on the way. Get ready. Tomorrow morning we'll head out. I'll come pick you up. Also!" she said as she was rising up."What do you have in the garrage? I don't see any reason to keep that place in one piece."
"A little project on a race car. Want to see it?" Natsu asked with a little smirk. Erza only chuckled and the man took it as a 'yes'.
As Natsu opened the door at the garrage, Erza's mouth opened a little bit and her eyes widened as she was looking at a black and gleamy Ferrari FF. The pink haired smirked at her reaction.
"You like it? After I was done with her, she had over 700 horse power. I also added a nitrous mod. She has a V12 engine and it can reach 62 mph from a perfect 0 in just 3,7 seconds. I don't use it very often because around here there aren't good races, though I found out that I like to gallop on streets with over 120 mph." he grinned at her. Erza looked at him with wide eyes.
"You really had to get a monster of a car to feel good, did you? And anyway, this thing must cost a fortune. How did you get so much money to pay for it?"
"That's for me to know and for you to never find out..." he said darkly with a dangerous look in his eyes. Even Erza could feel a little shiver running down her spine.
"Okay then. I'll pick her up to." she then walked away."See you tomorrow." she said with her back facing him and waving goodbye. He only smirked and got in the car. He then drove over and stopped beside her.
"You wann' a ride?" Erza smiled and without any word got in. Natsu then pressed the acceleration and the vehicle jumped forward as its wheels cried out loud enough to break your eardrums. Seconds later the black mobil had already disappeared in the darkness.
Natsu woke up early in a cold sweat. He hadn't had any nightmares so he found it quite odd. He got dressed only in some white pants and let his upper part revealed. It was rather hot inside for some reason. He also had a black necklace; a rather small in size black symbol of the eye of God ( not that he was a satanist ).
Erza rang at Natsu's door early in the morning and she was greeted by a live view of Natsu's muscles. And she had to admit that he was absolutely hot... She blushed a very light shade of pink at the thought, but Natsu managed to make the difference between the usual color her cheecks had and the current one. He smirked at the red haired woman.
"C'mon inside and wait for me a little." said Natsu.
He then went in his dorm to put something on and found a red T-shirt. When he was finished with the preparation of all the weapons he had, he was also ready to go.
They took a plane to San Francisco so they would arrive around 6:43 pm. They had about 7 hours to discuss about everything. Being at the 1st class, they had very little company. Why did they took a 1st class flight? Erza wanted some privacy. Even so, between the two teenagers was a deep and uncomfortable silence. The red haired was desperately trying to figure out the best way to abord the subject.
"So why did you leave in the first place?" Erza asked. She thought that it would be better to start from the beginning. At the sudden question, Natsu shifted and continued to avoid Erza's gaze.
"When she was shot, I was barely able to see something from all the fury built in me. I literally saw everything in red and didn't even notice when I raised my hand to shoot the guy responsible for her death. Then I started to come back to my sences and I saw his body lifeless and bloody. The cops were already in the area and when I saw how many of them came I panicked. I got in the car and drove away as fast as I could." Natsu said as low as he could, for only Erza to hear him. He made a small while he sighed and then continued his story."All these past years, I travelled from town to town, never staying more than 3 or 4 months to evitate getting suspicious around the cops. I halted in Los Angles, San Diego, Tucson, Ciudad Juarez, San Antonio, Houston, Jacksonville and stopped my journey in Miami, where I took a liking on the city." Natsu stopped talking.
Erza was hard staring at him and opened her mouth to say something, when he put his hand on it.
"Why I haven't returned in San Francisco? I just couldn't bring myself to show up in front of you. Just in the first days while I was gone I managed somehow to kill more people than I killed in my entire life. In just one month I started murdering people without any hesitation and before I knew it, I was living from taking other people's lives."
The red haired sighed."Very well then. The situation at Fairy Tail wasn't bright either. We were already sad because of her death and your disappearance. We started to enter more conflicts with the other gangs and now we are in a complete war with Phantom Lord, Oracion Seis and Grimoire Heart. It was a time we weren't on good tearms with the cops either. That before we got Jellal as an F.B.I. agent. It wasn't enough though and I also became a cop. But our main conflict in these days was with Phantom Lord. They wrecked one of our bases and after that we had constant attacks in different location while we couldn't even track them down...And so we had to move our main base from town to town and God knows how we survived like that all this time." Erza, from where she was staring at the ceiling, moved her gaze to Natsu and he almost startled at the view of her face. The current situation Fairy Tail was in definitely pained her a lot... "Natsu we really need your help..." the said teenager gulped loudly.
"..Ok...What do you really want me to do?" he asked locking his gaze in hers. She smiled at the sentence.
"Just like I said, we have to wait for Jellal to return with info about their location. After that, you have to get in their base and cause as much damage as you can. I don't think I ask to much from you." At that Natsu smiled darkly.
"You know that what you just asked me to do is like requesting a devil to bring hell down on Earth, you know that, now do you?" Erza looked at him with narrowed eyes and a challenging smirk.
"Of course. Why do you think I asked the devil for this job after all?..."
"I like how you think, Erza. I'm proud to call you my comrade." said Natsu.
"Oh, and one more thing..." said the red haired."Do you know how to actually drive a car?" She asked with her chin in her hands. Natsu stared at her.
"...and win a race?" Erza nodded thoughtfully. Natsu burst out laughing. The red haired raised her eyebrow at the still laughing Natsu. Finally, he stopped and also whipped a few tears away from his eyes. He looked at her in an ironical manner. "Does the horse eat oats? Well, I can say I haven't lost one race since I started running, but what do you say if I'd show you what I've really got?"
Erza smiled at the confidence the boy was emanating."I can barely wait to see."
"Be careful. You might lose sight of me." he smirked saying so. Erza looked at him and her smile only widened. She moved her gaze out on the window, where the sky was slowly turning more of an orange tone. Natsu leaned on the back of his seat and put his hands under his head as he closed his eyes.
It was past 8 pm and the Union Street was almost deserted. A car passed by every now and then. A certain black Ferrari FF was stopped at the number 905 on that street. And a certain pink haired teen was in the driver's seat. He wasn't even moving an inch as he was waiting for a signal from his red haired friend. 'How long will she keep me waiting?' he thought as he started to get impacient.
FLASHBACK
"Okay, so you'll wait here for my signal." Erza said. "I will shoot to the sky. When you hear the gun you'll start driving. The track is straight and has 4 miles. I will be at the finish. Your objective id to take the shortest time to reach the finish. I'll clock and you need me to show all you've got, understood?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Natsu responded in military style.
And so he was already waiting for some good long minutes. He closed his eyes as he was shaking his head. He locked his gaze on the road once again and waited. Then from the distance it was heard a loud BANG! and he pressed the acceleration hard, shifted in the fourth gear, getting a speed of 90 mph in less than 10 seconds. The speedometer had currently reached 137 mph and continued increasing. He shifted in the fifth gear as his speed got over 150 mph. He waited until the speedometer hit 163 mph and activated the nitrous mode. The car dashed then at other 200 mph and advanced rapidly forward. At last the car passed by Erza, making her clothes and hair flutter, and stopped graciously. He got out of the car and walked over to the red haired. She was staring at the car wide-eyed.
"Wow. I can already say without even looking at the chronometer that your time was incredible."
"Thanks. Now can you look at that screen and tell me my time?" he asked with a sweet smile.
"Look for yourself!" said Erza as she shoved the clock in front of his eyes. On the clock was written the next numbers: 8'24".
"Wow. That's a hell of a good record!" ( Author's Note: The time indicates that the medium speed was over 150 mph the whole distance. )
"Now I can say you really know how to drive and win! Congratulations! From now on you'll be the one to represent us in the street races!"
Natsu looked at her with a confused face. "Huh?"
"That was a test. I wanted to see if you could beat the other records. So I'll tell you once again: Congratulations! From now you'll represent Fairy Tail in the upcoming street races!"
"But I don't specialize in street races! I'm a 5* level wanted criminal and expert in assasination and weapons ! But I'm not a street racer !"
"Too bad... Now you are and that's it!" she said putting her hands on her hips. Natsu didn't say another word."You will sleep at my place for the time being. C'mon let's go!"
The two got in the car and drove off with the already characteristic cry of the wheels. But the two of them were unaware by the presence of a man in the shadows watching their every move. As they disappeared in the horizont the man smirked and died down in the darkness.
So what do you think? I wanted to try something new! Something that included crimes and bullshit like that. Excuse me for the expression, but that's the truth! Please review and tell what do you think.
One more thing: the idea of the begginning is somewhat resembling the fanfiction's "Fast and Fiery" by darkfire1220, but don't worry I'm not copying it! I love that story and I think that its writer is awesome! Check that story out too if you like this kind of stories. Bye!
