Author's Note:
Hi everyone:)
I haven't got time to explain right now, please read my profile if you want to know what this is.
Anyways, for all who are too lazy, this is only a teaser for a story. I have part of the first chapter on my computer, but have to rewrite it. All depending on your reviews to this teaser-thingy. PLus, I don't like the last few sentences and will rewrite them- like I said, no time at the moment.
Enjoy and please R&R! :D
Disclaimer: Don't own Merlin.
"Chut now!" Arthur hissed, glaring at Gwaine. The other agent grinned somewhat smugly, but luckily shut up, giving his leader the chance to overthink their situation.
All 20 agents that his father had assigned to him for this mission (including Gwaine, Lance, Leon, Percival and Elyan) were positioned in regular intervals around the old warehouse they presumed- no, knew the Thief was in. After all there were only two visible entrances- the frintdoor and one on the roof- and no windows through which he could have fled. Now a whole 20 agents only waited for Arthur's command to storm the house.
So where did the strange feeling in his stomach come from?
Shaking his head at the ridiculous thought- surely it was only the nervousness, it had taken ages to find the thief's hiding place and no one before him had even managed that, so it was only fair to be a little anxious- Arthur made a sign of hand to the others to stay behind, before he waved his five comrades forward, only pausing a second at Gwaine's grin. Together they slowly approximated the frontdoor.
Before Arthur could make a move to stop him, Gwaine already had a hand on the door, pushing hard. As if it was open! Even the Thief was clever enough to lock his door when a whole squadron of special agents stood in front of it.
To the general surprise, the door easily gave in and Gwaine stumbled forward, only held back by Lance and Percival before he could fall into the warhouse. Pushing it further open, Arthur looked for the first time at the Thief's hdidng place.
It wasn't exactly what one would expect when they heard the description of the super rich genius, that used their power for thievery of all kind. Of course, there was a computer, and a fairly expensive one too, since the Thief seemed to perform most of his crimes through the internet. But there was no bed, only a rather old-looking red sofa, and that's where the strangeness started.
The computer was placed in the very middle of the warehouse, looking forlorn in the about 500 square metres big hall. In one corner the agent could make out a shelf with what seemed to be books and a game of chess. The sofa stood on the opposite side, like in some odd kind of pattern. And that wasn't even the worst.
All walls were painted in various colours- green, red, yellow, grey, orange, blue,... - like their owner couldn't decide on one colour and instead simply had used them all. At places, images were painted across the orgiginal colour, smileys alternating with mathematical or chemical formulas and seemingly meaningless circles. The agent even spotted an unicorn and a dragon in one corner, beside the shelf.
All in all, the place was pretty unusual as the hide of a criminal mastermind, and also rather frustratingly empty of said mastermind.
The six agents let their eyes wander suspiciously- he must hide, of course, but where?- while the other 15 slowly advanced to get a better look at the room, some gasping or grinning when they discovered the walls. Finally when neither could make out any obvious trap, Arthur slowly took a pace forward, ready to defend himself at any moment.
Nothing happened. The agent moved slowly on, not allowing himself to relax. The Thief must be somewhere...
"Do you know what's worth fighting for?"
The whole group startled at the sudden sound, spinning around in search of its origin.
"When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?"
Arthur frowned. This wasn't even the thief's voice. Plus, it was underlined by music...
"Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins"
By now, everyone was gazing around confusedly, all listening intently to the song. Arthur looked like he wanted to break something. What the hell was this about?
"One, 21 guns"
Everyone looked down at their gun, drawn and ready to fire. Exactly 21. Suddenly, it dawned Arthur.
"Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I
One, 21 guns"
There was a gurgling sound and then only white noise as the song ended all at once. Camelot's finest super agents stood paralysed in shock, gazing at Arthur with wide eyes for advice like a group of idiots. Suddenly he felt fury walling up inside him, his arm moving alone as he threw his gun down. It hit the floor with a metallic clang, reverberating loudly through the silent hall. Then he turned abruptly and left the room, leaving it to his comrades to take the weapon.
Before he left the room, Arthur heard Gwaine chuckle behind him as the bold agent recovered first from the shock. "Well, that was unexpected."
Banging the door behind him, Arthur quickly shut his voice out and breathed the cool air in deeply to calm himself. It wasn't any good to murder Gwaine, he would just regret it later. Plus, it wasn't the other agent's fault. Better save his fury for the Thief...
Arthur took another deep breath, feeling his safe control rising. Oh, he would take revenge for the humiliation, but that wasn't even the worst. Indignity he could survive. A hurt pride he could survive.
But just where did the thief know how many they were form?
What do you think?