Um... hi! This is Jimmy, again. If you may or may not know, I am the creator of Milk: The Source of All Evil, which was a favorite oneshot of mine, and so far the only completed one. This is my second POSTED chapter story, and I hope it turns out as well on ink and paper(computer) as it does in my head, where everything makes sense. Anway, please review, good or bad. Even flames are welcome, because Zuko always needs a new type of toy to play with. ^_^ anyway, here is Death and the Thief(anyone with a better idea for a title please review/message it to me, because I was just watching Beauty and the Beast while rereading the first two chapters, again.)
In the dark of the night within the bowels of Central City, a tall, black-haired beauty had linked arms with a man twenty years her senior. They were talking animatedly as they walked down the shadowed street.
"Oh, General Hawkins!" She cooed. "Will we be there soon? I can't wait to see your... beautiful home!"
"Don't fret, my dear," he replied, patting her hand lightly. "We'll be there soon."
'My Dear' giggled . "Don't call me that, General! It makes me feel too old! Call me Misty, please!"
General Simon Hawkins smiled in a way he honestly thought was sexy. Misty Roland, in her completely accurate opinion, thought it was disgusting. Of course, her real name wasn't Misty Roland. She was Nobody. She knew where this ugly old fart lived, what he could do, how much money he earned every day, and how he used his power and wealth. This sick, twisted son of a bitch took young men between the ages of seven and twenty two from their homes and the streets, then pimped them for his own sick pleasure. He also sold the ones he had broken spiritually or was bored with into slavery or forced human labor through brokers. He wasn't taking her to his home to 'please' her. She had threatened to spill the beans on him if he didn't pay her 20 million sens to keep quiet.
Misty fingered the small knife that was strapped along the side of her thigh, ready to unleash its deadly edge at a moment's notice. She smiled in amusement as she noticed Hawkins perform a similar action, only with a gun under his dress shirt. At least they were on the same page, at least in her knowledge. The old soldier didn't have a clue.
After twenty more minutes of walking, they finally reached the dark, empty house that the general owned. Mrs. Hawkins was out for her own party night, and the other servants had been dismissed for the night, which fit perfectly with her plan. "So, General, are you going to escort me in?"
"Of course. Follow me, Dearest," He whispered charmingly as he kissed the young woman's hand. After doing so, he lead her into the large, tasteless building.
As soon as the door closed behind Misty, she twisted swiftly and delivered a bruising kick straight to the older man's genitalia. Hawkins's eyes bugged out and he collapsed, writhing on the floor. His hands were cupped around his Mini Me, trying to protect it from further harm. Misty lashed out again with a pointed heel that connected with his ribcage, knocking the breath out of his old lungs.
As the man gasped for breath, Misty easily dragged the larger man down the hall and into the spacious living room. She firmly tied him to a large armchair and turned it to face the door. "General Simon Hawkins, I am here to kill you," Misty said coldly as she pushed a large oak table from the far side of the room to rest in front of the trussed up old man. "You have wronged me in the worst way possible, and now you shall pay."
"How could I have wronged you, you freak?!" Hawkins spat as tears streamed down his face due to lack of air. "I've never seen you in my-" Misty interrupted him by pulling a thick file out of her surprisingly medium-sized handbag and shoved it in his face. Recognition dawned on his face before it turned purple with rage. "All of this for HIM?! Why you son of a-"
Misty silenced him with a swing of her razor-edged knife that neatly sliced through his voice box, properly silencing. "You not to speak of him with your filthy tongue, you nasty old man." Finally sickened by the man's sounds of his whistling breath and the blood as it bubbled in his exposed throat, she sliced clear through his esophagus and walked away. She left a pathetic old man to drown in his own blood. Two large manilla folders were carefully and lovingly placed where they would not be stained with the man's tainted blood. They were filled with information that owuld have publicly disgraced the general, were he still alive. She had gently rested a knife inside the far right folder before leaving.
Misty grinned triumphantly as she made her way home. Her loved one would be so proud of her! The mere thought of the man's tousled hair and piercing blue eyes sent her flying down a path of ecstasy.
The war against the wrong-doers had begun.
So, how did you like my little prologue? I know, it's really short, but I think the other chapters will be longer. At least, the second and third ones are. Seriously, review. Or else I'll send the cannibal gummy-bears after you! Even flames, if I get enough people to read it, that is.... T_T If you can, please distribute this amongst your friends if you think they'll like it! And check out my other stories! Thank you! *Bows*