Title: Dark Truth
Disclaimer: I do not own, or claim to own, any of the characters that I have used in this story. And I am not making any money off of this story.
Summary: Lord Voldemort is the code name of a Criminal Master Mind and Severus Snape has been under cover for years trying to bring him to justice. Will one New Rookie by the name of Harry Potter jeopardize his mission? Or will the growing feelings between them cause all the problems?
Warnings- This will be BoyxBoy so if you don't like it then don't read. Also this will probably be a darker fic so I'll be posting warnings at the top of the chapters that are more graphic. Thanks.
Authors note: I know! I know! What am I thinking?!?! Starting another story when I haven't been regularly updating my other stories? Well in my defense when inspiration strikes I just have to run with it and it usually leads to better updates in my other stories. Plus I seem to have written myself into a corner in No More Pain and can't figure out what I want to happen next… . So sorry to all my angry readers out there who want me to update, I'm trying my hardest!! Anyways tell me what you think of this….
Oh Warning! This hasn't been edited by anyone besides myself so please excuse errors.
"Fuck" thought Severus as a bullet grazed his forearm. "Their aim is getting better!"
Throwing his body to the left to avoid the next volley of bullets, Severus found himself conveniently located behind a stack of barrels. Behind the safety of his new cover Severus Slammed new Clips into his guns. Taking a few calming breaths to slow his erratic heart Severus Peered slowly around the barrels to see his attackers.
The two men stood smack-dab in the center of the alley, two semi-automatics pointed directly at Severus. The two men fired round after deafening round at Severus just as Severus dove to the ground. The barrels shattered into a million pieces, spaying liquid everywhere. Severus only vaguely realized it was Wine.
Using the barrels as a distracting Severus threw his whole body into the alley and before the men had a chance to switch targets; Severus had sent two shots straight to the center of their foreheads. The men dropped their weapons as gravity pulled their dead weight to the ground.
Severus winced slightly as his body complained from all the abuse he had put it through in the last hour, as he stood up. He knew he'd be black and blue tomorrow morning. Clicking the safety on his guns into place he shoved them back into their individual holsters, one under his left arm pit and the other under his jacket positioned at the small of his back.
Once his guns were positioned the way he wished, Severus set of at a quick gait back to The Lair. Or at least that's what Severus called it in his mind, for it wasn't so much a lair as it was an abandoned warehouse, gray and musty from its years of inactivity. This wasn't the only lair they'd had over the years, oh no, for the boss made sure to change locations every few weeks. He didn't want to risk "the Business". The Lair had been located in many places, from old churches to derelict houses, modern office building to crumbling factories. Each and every one of them a secret location that not even the men knew about until the Boss contacted them.
Severus strolled up to the small iron door on the side of the tall structure. The iron door was situated under a lamp which was just a bare bulb hanging from a bundle of wires, the harsh golden light it cast made Severus's eyes water after the darkness he'd just come from.
Approaching the door Severus reached out a pale hand to pound on the door four times. A small Iron hatch slide open with a harsh clang to let two piercing, yellow eyes shine through. After a thorough inspection, Severus was apparently approved because the hatch clanged shut and the sound or various bolts unlocked resounded from the door. Then with a shrill wail the door swung open to admit him.
The inside of the Warehouse was very much the same as the outside except for the fact that the large empty space was occupied by many boxes and crates, both large and small. A circle of men lazed about in the center of the room, cards out and cigars lit, the smoke swirling its way lazily up to the high ceiling.
Severus stalked past the men and up a short flight of stair that led to the loft where the offices were, and more importantly, the Boss. Rapping sharply on the first glass door Severus came to, a sharp "Enter" was the only response.
Pushing open a door that had the faded word Manager on it Severus quietly glided into the dimly lit room. A thin, bald man in an expensive tailored suit was seated at a large wooden desk, his long fingers holding a pen as he scratched away at a piece of paper. The man had an aura of power around him that seemed to leak from his very pores. With just a glance you could tell this man was not to be trifled with, that and the similarity between the man and a poisonous snake was uncanny. Some would even swear that he was a cobra not only in appearance but in attitude, for the Boss was as cold and heartless as the nastiest of snakes.
Severus stopped a good three feet from the desk, where he stood in silence. The Boss Continued working until the paper he had been writing on was finished. Then he set the pen down and leaned back in his chair. "Yes Severus" hissed the Boss, drawing his S's out like the hiss of a snake "Have you finished your task?"
"Yes, Sir" Replied Severus shortly "We won't have to compete with them any longer."
"Excellent" Hissed Lord Voldemort with a dark chuckle.
A/N- Well please tell me what you think! Review have been proven to inspire writers into more regular updates =P
