Authors' notes:

This is an answer to the black wolf of the night's challenge "The Black Organization's Silver Bullet". We, KudoGirl2 and the black wolf of the night are the co-authors of this story. We hope you like it. We also don't accept flames. If you don't like it, don't read it... If you want to know more information about update pace, check this profile. If you have questions, please send us via reviews or pm... Thank you very much for reading this and don't hate us for making Shinichi evil.

Oh, another side note. Since this is an anime/manga, we will write names in Japanese style (Family name first, last name second). With that being said, let's get to the disclaimer part and get this story started!

Disclaimer: We don't own Detective Conan and we don't make money out of this. However, we do own the plot and any OCs we might create.

Prologue: An Unforeseen Fate

"Sorry, Ran! Go on ahead of me!"

"Eh?" Ran asked, confused.

"I'll catch up with you soon!"

Shinichi took off running in the direction he saw the man go. It was one of the suspicious looking guys who were on the roller coaster with him. He was wearing all black, including a black hat and sunglasses. Something about him felt off to Shinichi, which is the reason he was following the man now. He slowed down when the man turned around a corner. The man started talking to someone else and Shinichi strained his ears to hear what he was saying.

"Sorry to make you wait."

"I came by myself, just like you said!"

"I know, I checked from the top of the roller coaster."

"Come on, give me the thing."

Thing? What thing? Shinichi wondered. The man sounded really nervous. Shinichi tried to get a better view of the two men.

"Don't be impatient, give me the money first." The man in black said.

Money? Blackmail? Shinichi thought as the man lifted up the briefcase he was holding and opened it up for them to see. Woah. That's a lot of money. Inside, there it was filled with neatly stacked bills. That's at least 100,000,000 yen.

The man in black seemed pleased with the contents. He grabbed the brief case and tossed a roll of film to the man, who caught it shoved it in his pockets as fast as he could.

"There, there's the evidence of your company's gun smuggling. You know, you shouldn't do things like that." The man said, smirking like it was amusing.

Guns?!

"Be quiet, you have no room to talk with what you guys do."

Just who are these guys and what, exactly, do they do?

"I wouldn't say any more if I were you," he stated, as he started walking towards where Shinichi was.

Suddenly, Shinichi heard something behind him.

"That's it. Your little detective game . . . " Shinichi looked back and saw a man dressed in black, also wearing a hat, with long, silver hair Shinichi recognized as the other man from the rollercoaster. He also noticed that the man was brandishing a metal pole. He tried to move out of the way but was to slow."is over!" There was a loud noise and Shinichi was thrown down as the pole hit his head. His head throbbed and his vision started to blur.

"A-aniki," the man who had just walked up said, sounding shocked.

"Tch. This detective brat was following you, saw the whole thing." The other man said, throwing the metal pipe on the ground next to Shinichi.

"What should we do? Kill him?"

"Hmm" the man seemed to ponder this. Shinichi's ears were buzzing, and his vision was starting to fade around the edges. "No. The place is still crawling with cops. Let's take him to Anokata." Shinichi heard the man chuckle softly and he could feel himself slowly slipping away. "He might be useful to us," he said, as Shinichi blacked out.

Shinichi groaned as he hit his head against the wall for the hundredth time. He instantly regretting it as he felt pain shoot through his skull from the large bump he had gotten the night before. At least, what he thought was last night. Currently, he was locked in a grey room with no windows and no clocks. The people who put him in here took his phone and he wasn't wearing a watch when they took him.

So Shinichi was sitting there with his back against the wall, staring at the door, as if it were the cause of his problems. He knew trying to blame the door wouldn't help, but he has already accepted that there was nothing he could do at the moment that would help him. He had already analyzed the room, which proved it was impossible to get out. The door was locked from the outside and the only air vent was bolted shut and much too small for an adult to fit through. He had also tried to figure out who these guys could possibly be. He scanned through all the criminal rings that he knew of but, with such little information, his mind came up blank.

And that is the reason he was hatefully trying to burn holes through the door, for he had nothing better to do.

If his internal clock was right, Shinichi had been stuck in this room for two days. He was hungry and tired, for he hadn't slept since he woke up. Nobody had come into the room either. He still was confused on the entire situation and Shinichi hates being confused. He was a detective, after all, and a detective was supposed to figure things out. But, he couldn't.

Ha, maybe they just left me in here to starve to death, Shinichi thought sarcastically. Of course, they wouldn't have gone through all the trouble of getting him here just to die.

Shinichi remembered what the man said right before he blacked out, 'He might be useful to us.' That was another thing he didn't understand. Who is this we, and how would they be able to use him? Thinking about it, they also mentioned somebody. 'Anokata,' they said. Who is that?

Maybe they decided that they wouldn't have any use for him, and they really were just waiting for him to die in here, so they can throw his body out in a forest or somewhere where it would make sense to starve. That way, the police would deem it an accident, Shinichi thought. They would consider it an accident and feel there was no reason to investigate further, and then this group of people will not have to worry about the police trying to sniff them out.

Suddenly, the door swung open. Shinichi scrambled to stand up. In the doorway, Shinichi saw one of the men from Tropical land. It was the man with long silver hair.

"You," Shinichi stated, throwing as much venom as he could into it. "Who are you, and what do you want with me?"

"Simple," the man replied, grinning slightly. "We want you . . ." he took a step closer and Shinichi took a involuntary step back, feeling terrified and wanted to run, but tried to keep his ground anyway. The man took another step forward and, with fast reflexes, reached out and grabbed Shinichi's wrist. Shinichi tried to free his wrist but the man had a surprisingly strong grip. In a swift movement, the man jerked Shinichi's arm and Shinichi found himself in a headlock. He could feel his sickly warm breath as the man whispered in his ear "to work for us." The man used his free hand to reach into his coat pocket and pull out a handkerchief. He slowly brought it up to Shinichi's mouth and nose and Shinichi instantly recognized the scent.

Dang it! Chloroform! Shinichi thought as he held his breath. He felt his lungs burning for air and he started kicking wildly, trying to get out of the man's hold. He accidently took a breath and he could feel himself slowly falling asleep. He felt heavy and slowly started to go limp. The man chuckled.

"Goodnight, Meitantei," he said slowly, as Shinichi fell asleep.

Shinichi woke up to find himself in different room. It was a small room, that wasn't very well lit. The only sources of light were two dim ceiling lights. Shinichi tried to move, only to realize he couldn't. Confused, he looked down to see he was tied to a chair. His wrists and feet were restrained with rope. He tried to free his hands, but whoever had tied him up had done a pretty good job. Groaning in frustration, Shinichi closed his eyes and tried to think of something he could do to help his situation. Shinichi suddenly felt somebody watching him.

"So, this is he, Gin?" Shinichi heard someone say, and he immediately opened his eyes to find to source of the voice. He saw a women step out of one of the dark corners of the room. She had long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Shinichi felt like he had seen her somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place where.

"Yeah. Kudou Shinichi. The Modern Day Sherlock Holmes. Savior of the Police Force. Picked him up at Tropical Land." Shinichi heard another voice. The man with long, silver hair was leaning against the door. How did I not notice them? Shinichi wondered. He would have hit his head for the lack of observation if it weren't for his restraints. He realized something though. Gin, he thought. The women called him Gin. A codename?

Both of them were looking at him. The man called Gin looked at him with an expression of satisfaction. His eyes seemed to pierce through Shinichi, as if he knew everything, and that made Shinichi uncomfortable. The women showed interest and amusement in her eyes, mixed with something else Shinichi couldn't quite name. Whatever it was though, it made Shinichi's blood run cold. "So what do you think, Vermouth?" Gin asked sounding annoyed. "Anokata insisted on having your opinion as well." Vermouth? So she has a codename too? Who is this Anokata, and what does he want her opinion on? Shinichi's mind was whirling with questions. These people made absolutely no sense to him. He was just about to voice his questions when the women, Vermouth, stepped forward again, eyes still trained on him. She continued to look at him even as she talked.

"I agree, he could be useful to us," She said. "His past proves he is exceptionally bright. I checked it out and many officers and inspectors in Tokyo's Police Department hold respect for him. Even other departments have heard of him and tend to listen to what he says."

With every word she spoke, Shinichi grew more and more confused. It was time he started getting some answers.

"Who are you people, and what are you talking about?" Shinichi asked. It seemed like a good place to start.

They obviously heard him, but they continued with their conversation like he hadn't.

"So do you think it will work? Would he be willing to work with us?" Gin asked. Shinichi started to get a bad feeling, a very bad feeling.

"Oh, I know he won't be willing." Vermouth replied, teasing him.

"You know that's not what I mean." Gin stated, sounding impatient.

"Hmmm," she hummed thoughtfully for a few seconds. "I think it's possible." She finally said. "But, he would be different."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean Gin, that while you may be able to get him to work with us, but I can guarantee you, he won't kill. No matter what you do, how hard you try and how well you train him, he would not kill another human if you threaten him, he would rather be killed himself, then take another persons life. It's something he stands by, and it would be impossible to break him of it." Shinichi felt how the feeling he had got worse and worse. What are they talking about?

"And how Vermouth, would you know that?" Gin was starting to get very irritated. Just what was this woman getting at?

"I was a friend of his mom. Knowing how moms are, they tend to talk about their children a lot. And he's an only child, so I heard a lot about him from Yukiko." She said, grinning slightly. What? She knew my mom? How?

"You knew his mom, how?" Gin asked, voicing Shinichi's thoughts.

"A secret makes a women, women, my dear Gin."

"You always say that."

There was a pause and Shinichi took that opportunity to ask his questions again. ""Who are you people, and what are you talking about?"

Vermouth looked at him again and smirked. "Who are we? Well, my little lovely, we are what people consider crows, simply because we wear all black." Crows? What is she talking about? Shinichi still had that bad feeling in his stomach. "And as for what we what we are talking about, that is simple. We are talking about you."

"Me?" Shinichi asked.

"Yes, you. You're smart… didn't you realize?" Well he had. They were talking about his mom, so it was kind of obvious. The women started talking again though, before he could say it. "Well, anyways. Yes, we are talking about you. Gin here came up with an idea when he caught you spying on Vodka. You're a curious one, I might add. But that's aside the point. You see, Gin's felt that you had potential. The thing is, Gin finding somebody who interests him is a very rare occasion, so of course, this was quite surprising. Anokata considered it and knowing your track record, being a famous detective and all, it was doubted, but only slightly. To be honest, we have many operatives working with the other side of the law. What sealed the deal was when Gin said he would personally train you; because it showed Anokata how much Gin really saw in you. So, Anokata sent me to see if I thought it was possible to turn you. I must admit, even I find this interesting and I think you can be of use to us. So," she turned to Gin, "I approve."

Gin nodded. "I'll go inform Anokata and start preparing. This is going to be interesting," he said, before pushing himself of the door and straightening himself out. After finishing that, he reached for the door handle and walked out of the room.

"Well, now that that's settled," Vermouth started, looking at Shinichi again, "we need a codename for you." Shinichi felt sick. Was this woman serious? Did they really believe Shinichi would work with a group of criminals? And to go as far as giving him a codename! They all must be crazy. Was this a form of sick joke? A dream? Whatever it was, it couldn't be real. The women stepped forward again and chuckled slightly, smirking again.

"Why don't we call you Silver Bullet?"

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Next chapter: The reappearance of the missing hero