In a castle within the mountains of Switzerland, or at least in mountains around that area that looked similar, there was a dive within the rocky hills and treacherous peaks. This dive was in fact a very large and forest-strewn valley, which smelt of alpine pine trees and the droppings of forest animals, and it was indeed charming, for a secret location. Within this valley, which is constantly shrouded in mists, was a castle. It was a very typical kind of Gothic-Medieval type with a wide moat surrounding the battlements. There were heavy iron-gates to stop anyone busting through it, there was a fast moving drawbridge, a heavily spiked iron portcullis with thing gaps between the iron, and there were many other such items scattered around the place. All of it was just an odd spectacle amongst such a modern world, but that made no difference to the beings within. For those in side this castle were obsessed with their traditional values and methods, even guns were not used. There were no cars, no helicopters, and no signs of electricity, save what was gained from the lightning rod above the main turret, that and a satellite dish.
One being in the whole of Weisess Castle (with the exception of those watching the TV), was permitted to use some very modern pieces of equipment. For within the stone walls and sheltered by the surrounding earth, the foundations of the castle screamed in horror and buzzed with energy. There was something very evil stirring within the depths of this downstairs laboratory, but n ear the top of the castle was something more horrific, that controlled it all. It sat in a shadowed throne wearing some lengthy clothes, similar to robes, that were both white and black and slipped into the twisting shadows of the room. The room reeked with threats and submission, yet this being was surrounded by and air of dominance, and the seeping mists that writhed in vine-like trails into the building from the moat's murky waters below. The clothes of the being were so long that only the very tips of the toes were visible of the being, but the sound of tapping on wood from gloved fingers were ominous enough. The creature's white clothes were illuminated by the moonlight as the clouds departed from the crescent shape. There was not long left before the next Full Moon, there was only a short amount of time for the creature to prepare. The creature was in a very bad mood because of this.
"They're getting restless now the originals have vanished. But it will soon be time for me to regain the lands I once owned, and abolish this dreadful 'music'!" The creature hissed in a deep male voice and then it growled low within the shadows. The silence it had been enjoying was starting to fill with the noise of the occupants downstairs, and then there was the high screech of a tortured soul that shook the foundations it cradled itself within. This sound pleased the demon of the room, and gleaming teeth, in the form of a cruel grin, were also made visible.
In the world below the high rooms and above the foundations of the White Schloss, there was a low sound of cringing patrons because of the scream. The scream came out again in a long series, as if an animal were being punished for not behaving, but then it ended and some small conventional band began to play delightful but aristocratic themes on pianos and violins. The many visitors of the castle were less then was general for the time of year, but each member was knee-deep in a lot of work. Some were tracking down the originals, some were doing varying jobs outside of Europe, some were still planning the next moves, some were hiding, and others were seeking out the doppelgänger. But each that remained in the castle complex had grown to fear the wrath of the beast above, and yet love its caring and gentle nature, whenever it was given good news.
Among the posh creatures that danced, flirted, or chatted amongst the sound of the band in the main ballroom, were four particular characters that tried to remain away from the excitement . Their talk was important, and hushed so that their fellows could not hear it all. But like all within this treacherous castle, they were as white as falling snow with eyes like burning fire. Like all they were rich, mysterious, part of the group, and assassins. There were few creatures on earth and few humans within the business that were as cunning or as keen to disappear as these Albino Assassins. But for these four creatures, there were many tough decisions to make, like who was to tell the boss the bad news.
"There's no point in hiding this matter or sending one of the underlings to take the message. The Herr will want the truth from us, and it certainly knows where to point the blame. After all, we are the beings at the top. You must tell it the truth, Herr Hans!" The strong, stern, and amazingly well-built Herr Klaus growled through his tight mouth. His neat arms were folded over his chest, and though not too tall a man, in comparison to Herr Hans, he was short.
"Talking to the General is not as easy as you might think, Herr Klaus! I cannot just waltz in there and expect to be forgiven. Besides, I 'm not allowed out in the field currently, so how can I coordinate our efforts to capture the Originals without seeing the situation myself?" Herr Hans purred in a very high-pitched but almost operatic whine. Though he was lithe and yet surprisingly tall, Herr Hans had become quite nervous recently, with chronic bouts of diarrhoea and agoraphobia whenever someone mentioned bad news. Though he spoke as pathetically as he could to get out of telling, his eyes remained on Klaus when his fingers tore up as many napkins sitting on the freshly decorated tables as possible. Already he'd eaten five loathes of bread from the inside out, though he had taken to wearing a diaper beneath his domino coloured robes to prevent the need to bolt in worrying situations.
"That's all very well, but it was your job to track them down, and the Master does expect us to do our work at the least!" This was the deep and sinister growl erupting from the deepest recesses of Herr Heinrich's jaws. He was a tall but heavily built man with a cruel set of twinkling ruby eyes, and he was the head of the torture division. He was a very mean creature and in that way he kept in the favour of the Boss, which was lucky for him, otherwise he might find himself fed to the creature's dogs.
"You make it none the less easier Herr Heinrich!" Hans whined again, this time he cowered as the big fellow's albino fist slammed the table near his hands. As much as he could be an incredibly patient man, Heinrich did hate it when his fellows were fiddling with anything, often why he had to wear blinkers in a meeting so he did not start drilling erasers up the nose of the closest human. Hans shuddered nervously and nipped at his pale, pigment-less lips in worry. But then he turned to Klaus, who was observing the other man, which was wearing all black and settling back down in a comfy chair. This man was the head of the Training facility, and unlike many of his fellows, he'd been quite able to grown a neat little goatee and die every hair a shade of grey so it would stand out. Hans wondered if perhaps this being would have some comforting words to say to him and help him relax. Indeed the man had some words to say.
"Don't threat about too much, Hans. The Creature knows about your bad stomach and will understand that it is not your incompetence, as your incontinence forbids you to do as much as you once could. Other then that, your job was not going to be easy when the beings in your platoons are still undergoing the local meetings at whatever town they happen to be in just to make sure the intelligence is correct. If it weren't for the lack of intelligence on Herr Wilhelm's part, well their we'd all be in a better position." The man, Herr Karl purred neatly. He did not look at his fellows and instead kept his eyes focused upon the two approaching figures. When his colleagues realised this, they also turned their heads and then raised hands in greeting to their two other friends, the heads of Recruitment, mainly to Herr Billy.
"Evening to you, Herr Billy, and Frau Flossy." The quad chirruped calmly. Herr Billy saluted them and so did Frau Flossy. Then the albino lady nipped at a table napkin, stamped the floor with her heels thrice, and then calmly opened her mouth of clean teeth to utter a greeting.
"Baa." She bleated and then trotted over toward the dancing couples, eager to join in. She approached one young male and stood on her hind legs to dance about with him. The young man was not bothered, after all they were all taught to respect their elders. Plus Herr Billy could not be blamed for having trouble identifying his wife from any other female, especially when his eyesight was not very good and his senile dementia was starting to kick in a little.
The four Assassins looked at Billy with keen eyes, he never usually left his desk for any reason, apart from the matters of dealing with his wife when the sunlight shortened or when she was relieved of her Mouth-rot problems, which bothered his colleagues greatly. But if Billy was leaving the desk for unfathomable reasons caused by his mental condition, he might be witnessing the sheep-icide of his wife because he was slacking. But Billy simply removed his pink coated glasses, used to assist his dyslexia trouble but not really suitable considering his eyes were red, and rubbed them against his old scruffy brown robes, which resembled the habits of most monks (only it smelt of sheep). This was always a very, very good sign .
"I've finally got word about our Double-agent, Frau Doppelkopf!" He grinned happily and then grins lit up the faces of his four fellows. Finally there was some great news, they had their agent, all they needed to do was just find the originals and send her in. However, there was the sound of a bleating from Frau Flossy an d the young albino she had been trotting with. The man was whiter then normal and rushing away to clean himself up. Some of the other dancers had paused to stare in horror at the ewe, and her swollen udders. Suddenly everyone was aware that Herr Billy's wife was expecting.
"Are you the father?" Herr Klaus gulped nervously. Could it be possible for a man and a sheep to reproduce? Assassins leaned in to hear the dreaded words that they feared the most. Not only the possibility of a hybrid, but the fact that Herr Billy would be the father.
"Nope." Herr Billy lowered his head in sorrow as he ewe trotted back toward the desk to settle down to chewing her Sheep Coarse. There were some slight sighs of relief from the men and women of the AA, and they shook their heads and began chatting once again. But Billy was not finished, and he turned to his friend dejectedly.
"What's wrong Billy?" Hans voice began to tremor nervously, his teeth starting to rattle, though he now needed to change his diaper as soon as possible.
"I caught Flossy out with one of the black rams in the mountain passes last week on our anniversary wander. I can't believe she'd betrayed me for a darker shade!" Billy wept. Klaus, Heinrich, and Karl rolled their eyes in annoyance, but Hans offered a sympathetic apology. The AA were a very weird bunch of humans...