Hello everyone! Thanks for reading my debut story, "A New Face, Volume I." I'm new to , but I'm a veteran writer. This story adds my original character Luna Trix (she's a rabbit, guess who she references, and you receive a cookie), and just so you know, the main pairing is SlyXOC. Don't like, then leave now.
Genre(s): Romance, adventure, crime (obviously), drama, friendship, and family.
Pairings: Sly/Luna, one-sided- Sly/Carmelita
Rating: T, for violence and bad language
Summary: This story takes place during Sly I, the Thievius Raccoonus. Luna Trix, a rabbit and martial artist, grew up with Sly, Bentley, and Murray at the orphanage, and now that she is fully-grown, she is ready to avenge Sly's family and be there for them no matter what the cost.
The Paris skyline was lit up from the full moon that hung in the star-dotted night sky and the lights of the many buildings that surrounded the Eiffel Tower. Skyscrapers towered over the beautiful city, and all was silent and still. There were no people, no cars, and no birds.
The only thing that could just barely be seen was a flash of motion, moving swiftly along the rooftops. Something glowed in the moonlight, something gold, and then the silence was broken with the sound of bricks hitting the ground.
After some proper light was given off from a window, the figure that moved along the wall was revealed to be Sly Cooper. An expert thief and raccoon (nature's ninja), Sly was en route to the police station for reasons unknown to all but him and his team.
His team included Bentley the turtle. Bentley was remarkable intelligent, although slow and often showed cowardice and paranoia to most situations, but he was very kind and just worried about his friends' safety. Bentley came up with all of the gadgets, their only way of communication being their Binocucoms that he had invented, and without him, they would be nothing. Bentley was the one that hacked into security, came up with clever ways to avoid guards, and escape routes when things got rough.
Now Murray was a different story. Murray was destructive, the opposite of careful, naïve, and well…not very intelligent. Not to mention, Murray (being a hippo), he was overweight. But Murray was solid muscle; he was a force all on his own and his brute strength had gotten them out of more than a few scrapes over the years. Murray took out all the guards, did all of the heavy lifting, and he was a chief mechanic and drove the team van.
Lastly, there was fiercely-loyal Luna. Luna was a floppy-eared brown rabbit, her brown fur being what most irritated her as a thief. She thought she'd be able to blend in so much easier if she had black fur, like Sly did. Luna was the martial arts and language expert. Luna never cared more for science or math (areas she was very weak in), and was much more fascinated by the Mixed Martial Arts fights she witnessed on TV. Both of her parents who died from illness had been historians, but Luna was more interested in languages. Now that she was in her 20s, Luna spoke several different languages and was trained in seven types of martial arts.
Though physically and mentally they had very little in common, but they did have some very important similirities. They had all been orphaned around the same age, though Luna and Murray were younger than Bentley and Sly by a year, and had grown up in the same orphanage. Combining their skills, they had started out with the "Cookie-Stealing-Plan" and had went further and further from there.
When they were all too old to stay in the orphanage anymore, they had posed for a picture, agreeing to stay together with absolutely no arguments or any other wishes or dreams to fullfill.
Once they reached full-adulthood (being able to legally drink alcohol), their reputations became global. Now they were wanted in several countries for various crimes with many warrants for arrest.
But they all shared one dream, which is why Sly was now standing up top of the police station-something normally very unwise.
Bentley called to his friend out on the field through the Binocucom. "Sly! Come in!" He shouted. "Sly!" The "y" was very exergeratted and dragged out. "Do you read me?"
That dream was to recover the Thievius Raccoonus from the Fiendish Five, avenge Sly's family, and reclaim his birthright.
How could he not? Luna thought to herself with a roll of her eyes. Luna didn't speak as often as they rest, only talking when she felt the need to, but with Bentley's borderline screaming how could anyone not hear him? She was right there in the van with Bentley, and Luna-being a rabbit-do not appreciate loud noises.
Sly seemed to agree with her. She heard him through her own deep-violet colored Binocucom, since they were all on the same frequency. "Yeah, I read you Bentley, loud and…very loud."
"Sorry," Bently apologized. She saw the side-glance he gave her; at least he realized that his shouting had aggrevated her senseitive ears. "I'm a bit nervous; trying to break into Police headquarters does that."
At least Bentley had grounds to be nervous; Luna had to agree, and it wasn't just the shared trait of paranoia between them. This was lethal territory; they were stepping on broken glass; one wrong move, and there would be a bloodbath.
However, Sly was prepared with a counterargument. From the way Luna heard it, he sounded just a bit annoyed. "Get over it Bentley, you're safe in the van! I'm the thief here; I've got to steal that file from Inspect Carmelita Fox."
Luna gave an inward growl. Luna's hatred towards the inspector was incomphrehensible, and outmatched the mere dislike Bentley and Murray had for her. Carmlelita worked for Interpol, and had been a threat to them since their early days. She was obsessed with capturing them, Sly in particular. Luna was not fond of Carmelita in the slightest; it wasn't even just her attempts at arresting them. Luna didn't appreciate Sly's constant flirting with her.
"Well, count on me to be your eyes and ears buddy." Bentley continued. "Got their security system totally scooped. To get inside, you're gonna have to go through that air vent."
"Alright," Sly responded. "I'm going in." Despite Sly's confident tone, Luna still worried, a cloud of paranoid hanging over her head. Sly was out in the field more often than any of them, and while most of the time Luna didn't worry about him-he could take care of himself-there were certain situations were Luna would just inwardly panic, not calming down until her "family" was safe in the van with her.
Luna's family had been very close when she was a child; they went out together during the weekends usually to museums (though Luna still found them boring unless they were about martial arts), Luna's mother cooked breakfast every morning, and both of her parents held her hands and walked her to the school bus every day during her year of preschool. They had never even left Luna with a babysitter; where ever they went, they took Luna with them.
Luna still thought of her parents often. But there was one question that still kept Luna awake long into the night; would they be proud of her now? In the few years they had together, Luna's parents taught her that thieves were bad people, and that policemen were good. However, with the way Luna's future had turned out, Luna was scared to know what her parents would say to her.
It was Murray's turn to talk. "And don't forget, you got me at the wheel Sly. All you gotta do is grab the file and get back to the van; we'll do the rest."
"Just keep that engine running Murray, I'll be down in no time." Hearing Sly hang up, Luna gave a sigh and returned to moniteering the streets for any signs of police or any threat whatsoever.
"I see you're feeling as good about this as I am." Bentley said to her, placing a hand on her shoulder to try and settle her nerves.
Luna nodded, running a hand through her shoulder-length light brown hair. "I just don't like this plan. At all." Luna's intiuation was nawing at the back of her mind. Perhaps it really was just her paranoia acting up against her again, but Luna simply couldn't shake the suspiscion that something was going to go wrong.
After hearing some smashing through her Binocucom, her thought of Sly successfully entering the building was confirmed by Bentley. "Nice job, you're in. Inspector Carmelita Fox's office is behind the red door." But after thinking for a moment and using deductive reasoning and logic, he said, "That door must be super-reinforced Sly. Maybe there's a way to get around it." What Luna had noticed was no matter what, as thieves, nothing could ever be easy. No matter how well-thought-out and logical Bentley's plans were, something would always go awry. And that never ended well.
"Sly," She began, still keeping a close eye on the streets, "Watch your step. Carmelita might've put some traps in her office." Luna would give her one thing; the Inspector wasn't stupid.
"Quit worrying Luna," Sly said, with his usual nonchalant-tone. Sly wondered why that girl worried about him so much; she had been with him for years, and she should've realized by now that he could take care of himself. Luna was a brilliant girl, that fact should've been obvious for her.
Knowing she probably rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see her, he reached the vault. He wished he could see the look on her face once she realized that her own office had been robbed. He gave a smirk. Carmelita was the person that made this fun. And it was nice to see Luna get jealous, as she usually kept most of her emotions (other than anger and worry) to herself. Sly was amused by all of the pictures of him-just him, and not the rest of the gang-tacked on her bulletin board and clippings of newspaper articles of their thefts on her desk. Carmelita really was obsessed with him. He didn't feel that good or bad about using Carmelita; he just wanted to make sure Luna cared about him.
Luna was always a bit antisocial, she was untrusting to strangers, and the only time she talked about her feelings was when she was angry or fearful of someone or something. She never talked about her other feelings. No one but Luna knew how she felt about Sly, or -God forbid-another guy. If Luna felt neglected or her feelings were hurt, she didn't tell anyone about it.
"Bentley," He said, before Luna could start on him again. "I'm at the vault."
"Way to go Sly. This must be where Inspector Carmelita Fox stashes all of her important files. I hacked into the police security mainframe and discovered this vault's security code." Leave it to Bentley to hack into the security. "Try dialing in nine, three, seven."
It did the trick. There sitting on the stand was a file with a star on it and a picture of him paper-clipped to it. He smirked and placed it in his red backpack. "See Luna, nothing to worry about."
"You're not out yet, Sly." Luna reminded him, but Murray already seemed ecstatic.
"Nice job, you got it! If you come down through the fire escape and head through the parking lot, we'll be waiting in the get-away van." He could already see Luna's defeated expression, that she had worried over nothing.
Leaving his blue and white calling card where the file had been, slipped onto the fire escape.
"Criminal!" That familiar voice echoed over the sky. Carmelita Montoya Fox jumped onto the chimney, her pistol ready for action. "You foolish raccoon! I've caught you red-handed."
"Shit." Luna muttered, wishing she had something to shoot at Carmelita for many reasons. She gave herself a mental note to obtain something for long-distance fighting. This wasn't the first time hand-to-hand combat had failed her.
"Ah, Carmelita," Oh, Jesus Christ, she didn't want to hear that. "I haven't seen you since I gave you the slip in Bombay." Now that was a satisfying memory. Luna recalled Carmelita throwing her pistol at one of her fellow officers and her screaming face as she violently cursed after missing them yet again. The next time she caught up with Carmelita, Luna would be sure to remind her how psychotic she looked.
"Which reminds me, you need to return the fire stone of India to its' rightful owners." It was too bad they already sold it to the man paying them a fortune to get it.
"Aw, and I was gonna give it to you as a little token of my…" Luna felt a bit of her heart hurt. God, she was jealous. "Hey, you know that bazooka really brings out the color of your eyes-very fetching." Flirty chit-chat really made her sick.
Sly was thrilled. He knew Luna could hear every word, and couldn't wait to see her angry, jealous face. She was lovely when she was angry. "You think?" Carmelita questioned. Unknown to Sly, she was actually flattered, taking him seriously. "This pistol packs a paralyzing punch. You should try it; it might snap you out of your crime spree." Please, Carmelita should've realized that with Luna and Murray right down there in the van, it'd be impossible to get him in jail all by herself.
"And give up our little rendezvous?"
Carmelita scoffed at him. "Plenty of time for that once you're safely behind bars." It was words like that that made Luna wonder how serious Carmelita was about hurting Sly.
"Love to stick around and chat, but I just dropped by to pick up this case file-I think you've had it long enough."
Hearing the zapping from Carmelita's shock pistol and various items coming down and smashing against each other, Luna threw the back doors to the van open, seeing Sly dodged the shots and leap over the poorly-parked cars. She reached out for his hand and pulled him, slamming the doors behind them and Murray took off, though not without taking out a garbage can.
Luna's heart finally settled down. Sly climbed into the front seat next to Murray and she got a high five from Bentley.
What surprised them all was how well Carmelita took Sly's escape. From the van, Luna saw a poster of their headshots with their names under them and "WANTED" in big bold letters above them.
Finally, they had the file they had been searching for all the years they had been together. With this, they could avenge Sly's family and reclaim his clan's most valued treasure.
Their shared story began when Sly was just a kid, bouncing on his father's knee. He came from a long line of master thieves who kept their secrets in an ancient book-the Thievius Raccoonus. Anyone who read it learned to be especially sneaky, which is why they specialized in stealing from criminals. To Sly, there was no honor, no challenge, no fun in stealing from ordinary people. If you stole from a master criminal, then you know you're a master thief.
But on the night that he was supposed to inherit the book, five visitors came unannounced to his door. His father, Connor Cooper, fought to protect them but the gang known as the Fiendish Five overpowered and ransacked their home until they found the Thievius Raccoonus.
According to Sly, they tore the book into five pieces and then went to many different corners of the world to commit horrific crimes.
After a long and difficult process of Sly calling 911 and getting the police there and then going through the funeral process that cost most of his inheritance, seeing as how he had no other family, he ended up at the Happy Camper orphanage. There he met Bentley and Murray, and a few months later Luna, who had been overwhelmed by their kindness to her when she first lost her parents.
And this would prove to be the toughest test of their lives. All of their thefts and accomplishments, from stealing from mobsters and gang leaders and other criminals and robbing museums of their priceless artifacts to sell on the black market, led up to this. They would both succeed and fulfill their goal of taking down the Fiendish Five and stealing back Sly's birthright, or fail, and leaving Sly's ancestors and parents disappointed. Not only that, but if Sly didn't survive, then his family name would bite the dust.
So, how did I do? Did I keep everyone in character? Leave reviews if you want to, but please, be respectful. That's really all I ask.
If you pay close attention to what you're reading, you'll realize that the chapter presents two different points of views on the same subject. Luna feels that something always goes wrong and that makes her worry, while when Carmelita shows up, Sly thinks nothing of it.
Until next time!
~Mimi