Wow, this is short, I can't even believe how short this is, but I just had to get this started (even though I still have a tonne of unfinished stories)...This might turn out to be quite a long story I might add, and I haven't really decided which rating to put it under, but I think most people would want a M rated story...Well, anyways, I'll try to update again soon, and make progress with this and many of my other stories...please review :D
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Prologue
"Hold the door!" Hair whipped across her face as she yells towards the closing elevator doors, trying her best not to make her face ugly as she does so.
Pale fingers hit the button almost in a panicked manner while his face stayed completely expressionless. Faster, faster, he begged silently, wishing the door would just close already.
"Crap!" She cursed loudly as the metallic doors slammed close on her, holding the urge to kick them with her leather-studded boots, she rushes for the staircase, not needing to catch her breath.
He almost jumped at the sounds from the other side once the doors had shut, rubbing his temples and shaking his head, he finally sighed relieved, glad to have gotten away from…whatever that thing was.
With a quiet ring, the elevator doors slipped open, and a white-suited man walked out, he looked to be about twenty but the dullness in the eyes he wore made him seem as if he were a sixty year old corporate CEO with too much money and too little life left.
With a loud bang, the staircase door snapped open, the sole of shoe was the first thing to show, which was quickly pulled back as a shady figure strode out indignantly, dressed all in black as if the darkness was following it from the shadows.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" the black-clad blonde demanded, grabbing the man's surprisingly bony wrist as he tried to make a run, calm and inconspicuously, again. "Let go," he said in a dark monotone, twisting his wrist out of the grip to no avail. Darn, what kind of lady is this?
"I asked you a question and you're not going anywhere until you answer me, bastard," she spat, tightening her grip, making sure it hurt. It did, but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that, and remained utterly unfazed. After a moment of silence, her glare intensified, "Well, who the hell are you working for? And why were you chasing my target?" she emphasized.
"I'm sorry but I'm under no obligation to answer any of those questions, so if you'd be kind enough to let go of my wrist, you're causing quite a scene," he replied simply, his free hand reaching up to twirl on a lock of white hair as he waited to be released. Still glowering, she turned, seeing the faces that were peeking out of their apartments, bewildered at what was going on. Flushing a bright red more from anger than embarrassment, she grunted, throwing his wrist loose like it was burning.
"Thank you," he muttered out of courtesy, loud and annoying as she was, it is still unacceptable to act rudely towards a woman, especially considering he had practically shun the elevator door on her back there. She opened her mouth, probably to scoff at his whole 'gentlemen' façade, just then her pocket vibrated. Swiftly taking a look at the message and shoving the device back into her leather tight pants, she ran off again, not bothering to look back at the impossible man.
