A/N: Phew! Finally back from hell. Sorry for the long wait people. I must apologize. As a secondary school student, life is really hard now. Homework, revision, homework and revision. Of course, all this are towards fulfilling my goal for this year. However, now that I have managed to find a time slot, I am able to write constantly!
So, hope you enjoy this enjoyable chapter…
To note: This chapter takes place on the same day as the first chapter.
Rock and Roll- Will you be with me Reloaded
Scene 2- What is Your Destiny
The dark angel sings,
Death approaches.
The church bells rang, signalling the arrival of eleventh hour. The operation had begun. A man stepped out of the shadows. He was completely clothed in ebony and wielded an automatic pistol. He moved through the corridor of the building that held the most powerful man in the world.
A gun being lifted,
Souls extinguished.
As the man turned round the corner, two guards appeared. They were shot down without hesitation. The man walked past them without looking. They were simply unlucky. He strode with confidence round the last turn, checking his pistol one last time.
A large door blocked his way. The man smiled maliciously. He had been rehearsing for this moment. He pushed open the door slowly. Sliding in through the miniature gap, he lifted his weapon and pointed it to the right. Three short bursts ensued from the pistol. The man then rolled down the aisle, and fired another three rounds to the left.
Six thuds echoed through the air. Perfection achieved. The final defense had been removed.
Soon the iron curtains would close,
And the world launched into chaos.
The president of Electopia had just finished his work. Leaving the signed documents on the wooden desk, he stood up, and heard the cocking of a pistol. The president froze in the spot.
"Move away from the table, Mr. President."
A voiced filled with hatred echoed through the room. It was the man clothed in black. Afraid for his life, the president did so.
"Who are you?" asked the president.
"I am your executioner ", replied the assassin calmly.
The assassin trained the gun on the president and pulled the trigger. The bullet exited the gun, and sped towards the president. There was no escape. The bullet entered his forehead and exited behind him. Shock showed on his face as he fell to his knees, and collapsed to the ground.
The president was no more.
The assassin's job was not yet done. He still had to escape. The assassin opened the window. Closing the curtain behind him, he leapt down. The assassin made it. Tucking the pistol under his shirt, he melted away into the darkness where none would find him again.
The sound of alarms filled the dark night. The act had been discovered. Someone had found the dead guards. But it did not matter.
The spotlight focused on the window of the president's office. The iron curtain glinted in the light.
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The bells on the church rang out once more, depicting the arrival of midnight. Valentine's Day was over.
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Lan Hikari woke with a start. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. He hopped off the bed silently, and lifted his PET from its holder. He crept down the spiral staircase of his house. In the total darkness, Lan cautiously calculated his steps. Soon, he reached the bottom.
Tremendous shock filled him. The main door of the house was slightly ajar. Nobody was that careless. Someone had come in. He made his way to the door. He did not notice the silent figure behind him.
Something leapt onto Lan, cupping his mouth to keep him silent. Lan, in a state of panic, retaliated with an elbow to the assaulter.
The figure whispered, "Chaud here. Keep your mouth shut and follow now!"
Lan was right. Chaud was never that brusque unless it was an emergency. Following Chaud, Lan exited the house through the small gap in the door. Both of them crawled to a bush nearby.
Aghast was Lan when he saw the scene in front of his eyes. It was Mayl, being hauled to a truck by seven men, dressed in black. Lan's first impulse was to charge up and rescue her, but he was held back by an calm Chaud.
Muttering behind the bushes, they formed a contingency plan. Chaud would follow the vehicle. Lan would enter the Sakurai household. As Chaud went off on his own, Lan ran full speed and burst past the door, only to see the furniture overturned and damaged. Both parents of Mayl lay on the ground, weeping for the loss of their precious daughter.
Lan went to comfort them. Words of encouragement and hope flowed through his lips, but they sounded hollow, even to himself. He knew that these people were professional and would be difficult to catch.
Mayl's father said with sorrow, "Lan, you must find my daughter and bring her back safe from danger…"
They fell back into the storm of tears. Lan was angry. Who were these people to storm into the lives of other and snatch away what did not belong to them. Lan was furious. He would catch them and nothing would stand in his way.
With the blessing of Mayl's parent, he exited into the night, making for the headquarters of the Network Regulation Association. He would get his information there.
Two eyes stared out from the darkness, watching Lan's every move. Inside the shadow, the man smiled. The plan had been executed, the next phase would begin soon.
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Leviant stood up from his throne. With slow, deliberate steps, he walked down the five marble steps before him. He seemed to be in deep thought. As he shuffled down the aisle, he took a golden key from his right pocket.
Leviant reached the oaken door. Slotting the key into the door's lock, he flipped it twice before pushing the door. It creaked open. Stepping in, Leviant muttered a word of prayer before sitting down on a chair. The room was gloomy and bare, with the chair being the only furniture. It made no difference.
He turned the knob on the right side of the chair. Nothing occurred. Five seconds… ten seconds… fifteen seconds… Leviant waited. Then, it happened. A click resounded through the air, and the chair sank into the ground. What went on for minutes seem to take ages. Finally the chair stopped. Leviant moved on.
Leviant was in the dungeons. He was visiting a cell. Now, he strode down the corridor with ease, not encumbered by the rules of the holy house. He stopped and peered into the small cell. Someone was inside, crying. Leviant smiled.
"Why have you done this?"
"I have no choice."
"Everyone has one."
"No, I do not."
A/N: End of chapter. The next will be soon. Please review.