This is my first Lotr fanfic so I am still testing here and there _^.  As everyone know, I am a very poor girl therefore there is no way I can actually own something as sophisticated as Lotr.

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The Double Cross-Chapter 1

12:58am British Columbia, Canada

            Damn she hated the cold, especially in the middle of nowhere during winter.  She can never comprehend why her client would actually wants to see her.  Usually she just gives the object requested to her agent- Bilbo.  Then, all she needed is to wait for the cash to be transferred into her bank account with him taking some percentage of it as commission.  After that, end of contract, the client and her will go their separate ways.  However, this time it is different.  The client specifically requested that the item is to be transferred by her personally and is to meet him in the middle of the suspension bridge at Hell's Gate at one o'clock in the morning.

The coldness is not what is bothering her; it was the lack of people and the darkness.  The only light that illuminates her surroundings is the headlights of her BMW and the suspension bridge is what keeps her from falling into the rapid water beneath her.  She lounged against her car, putting the heavy box on the ground with a thud.

The box was the key object for the transaction between her and the client, besides money, that is.  It was a hard box with carvings that would put even the most gifted carpenter to shame.  Despite the ages of the box, the designs of the dragon and landscapes behind it can be seen clearly.  Archeologists have found it at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.  Its years have yet to be determined, but it seems like they will never get their chance to.

She looked at her watch, it was one o'clock already and her client has yet to shown his or her face.  She shrugged and got up, she was about to pick up the box when something startled her.

"Eleanor, you are as beautiful as always."

The girl-Eleanor swirled around and saw a faint shadow at the end of the bridge.  Even though she didn't see his face, she can always recognize his voice.

"What are you doing here, Kelvin." Eleanor hissed.  "You should know by now that taking the 'requested' from other Get Backers violates the rules of the game."

Kelvin came out from the shadows and walked toward her.  He still has that deep ocean blue eyes that used to able to drown her with and that muscular, masculine body that makes all the girls around him to want to be in his arms forever.  However, she was not that credulous, naïve, fifteen years old girl anymore.  Not after what he did.

He pointed his revolver at her as he saw her reaching her weapon that was clipped on her back.  "That wouldn't be a good choice, my dear friend.  Now give me the box."

"You will be shunned by other for the rest of your life if you do that."  Eleanor stated as Kelvin came closer and closer to her.

He was so close to Eleanor that she could feel his warm breathe on her cheek.  Pointing the gun at her chest, he said with amusement.  "I am surprised that you still care so much about me.  As for your concern, you will never live to tell about it.  Therefore I don't have to worry about a thing.  Now give me the box."

"And what if I say no…"

Eleanor kicked into action.  She pressed hard onto the gun to make it point to the ground as she quickly made the clip to slide out of the gun.  Kelvin reacted by giving a low hook kick, aiming for her legs.  She swiftly did a cartwheel to prevent herself from falling and to distant herself from him.

However, by that time, Kelvin had already placed the box on his shoulder.  He gave a little wave before he started to walk away.  It was his force of habit to give a wave after he successfully accomplished something.  Before, she thought that it was cool, but now it meant nothing except a mock.  How infuriating.

"No, you don't." Eleanor ran up to him and tries to grab his shoulder but he countered it effortlessly.  They both know that she is grasping straws.  Kelvin always get what he wants, women, money, everything.  Never had she win against him, she was always the first one to give in.

But Eleanor refused to give up.  Not this time.  Not ever.

She kicked him between his legs and knocked the box out of his grip.  Kelvin was crouching in pain.  Guess that'll keep him down for awhile, not like she cared about whether he would be able to carry on with his 'conquest' or not anyway.

Eleanor took a stung-gun out of her backpack.  She bent down and was about to give him a zap, Kelvin gave a hard blow at her stomach.  She went limp as the air was forcefully knocked out of her.  The stung gun fell onto the metal floor.

Kelvin picked both her and the box up.  He looked at the girl in his arm.  Her long black hair was pulled into a braid on the back.  She looked like a typical Chinese, except now there is this feeling of stillness and maturity which she lacked before he left.  After what they had been through, guess this is the most comfortable demise he can give her.  She is a threat, as she became more and more professional.  He cannot afford her being in his way of getting money. He threw the box off the bridge, carrying her across his arms; he hesitated.  He shook his head, this has to be done.  There is no turning back.  If she ever make it out of here, he can kiss his life and career goodbye.

He held her above the river.  "I hope you can understand."

He let go.

Eleanor's eyes snapped open; it took her a second before she realized what was happening.  Of course!  He wanted to get rid of me because I am one of his competitors.  She reached for something on her back.  If she is going down, well, he is coming down with her whether he likes it or not.

Kelvin was waiting to hear the second splash to indicate Eleanor indeed fell into the river.  Even if she is awake during her fall, she would not be able to prevent herself from dying.  Hell's Gate didn't get its name for nothing, it is the part of the Fraser River where the rocks known to be the sharpest and whirlpools to be big and powerful.

Something shiny came up from beneath and before he can react, it wrapped itself around his neck, strangling him and yanking him off the bridge.

It was whip.

During his fall, he finally heard the splash sound he wanted.  It was just that he was also falling himself.

Kelvin plunged into the water and darkness consumed him.  Hell's Gate had finally regained its silence again.  Nothing had indicated the battle before had ever taken place.  The gentle humming from the BMW engine and the bright lights shining from its headlights were the only prove of the existence which those two left behind.

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This is the prolog of the story; I hope you'll enjoy it..  Please review so I know what you think about it.