A/N: So, yeah. You guys get another chapter before I leave. This chapter will be a bit more interesting than the last, I hope.
Summary:
The Dark Angel. A name of a legend in the assassin world. Employed by an organization led by 'The Earl', his power and control influencial in most of Europe, few who have seen his face have lived to tell the tale. However, when the legend himself is assigned a mission by one of the Earl's highest ranking members, a 'Noah', he is then betrayed so there are no witnesses or evidence pointing towards the Earl. When he then is rescued by innocents, The Dark Angel vows to take down the organization, even if it means his own death.
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Chapter Two
Investigation
Gabriel opened the glass doors on the small balcony, relieved that the snow had finally let up. Now the moon shone through the remaining clouds and glimmered off of the new fallen snow in the London streets and buildings.
The bitter taste of cold made him shiver slightly in excitement: it sharpened his senses and made him want to prowl the night as if he owned it.
Breathing in again, he turned away and thought back onto what little information he had been able to find on the youngest Noah.
She and Tyki lived on the outskirts of the large city, and rarely ever showed their faces in public. However, once he'd seen a sketch of the two, he'd immediately put a name to the face he'd seen earlier that morning.
Road was much more difficult to put a name and face to, considering he hadn't actually met any of the Noah, thanks to the Earl and his secrecy. He'd never wanted anyone to know just who his beloved Dark Angel really was. But, in the end, Gabriel had still made the subtle odd appearance, staying close to the shadows and walls. Even if he wouldn't admit it, he knew he was a predator at heart.
Sighing, he double checked the door to make sure it was locked, and then reset the trip wire he'd cleverly hidden near the floor. The glass doors he left open, since he knew that without the frost bitten air he would be dull minded and slow should he need to move quickly. And on that note, if anyone decided to visit him, he still carried his knives.
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Lulubell was also feeling the affects of the chilled night air, and she longed to run free in the streets. However, the one thing that stopped her was the thought of the young man who had come in just that morning, claiming to be visiting family. However, he had something odd about him, something terrifying. And that was what kept her awake in the early hours of the morning.
Being one of the Earl's more treasured Noah, she couldn't help but feel she'd seen the man before.
Growling softly under her breath, she brushed a stray piece of blond hair away from her angled face and continued reading her novel in the comfortable chair behind the lobby desk.
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The next morning, Gabriel woke early, feeling that something wasn't quite right.
Subtly reaching under the covers for a knife, he yawned and pretended to be stretching, his long fingers grasping the hilt and gently unsheathing it noiselessly.
His eyes searched the room, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, but his senses were still on alert. He was a battle hardened assassin, and rarely was there something that escaped his notice.
Still, just to be safe, he went through the window.
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"Do you have any maps of London's oldest structures?" the dark haired man asked a kindly looking older woman, her steadily aging hair held up in a loose bun at the nape of her neck. Her paler shaded eyes glowed with wisdom, and she smiled with clean, straight teeth.
"Of course we do. We have all the blueprints in the back too, if you'd like to see those." she offered.
Currently, he was posing as a young architect looking to see some of the large buildings that resided in London so that he too could one day add to their brilliance with his own work.
Jonathan Wulf, you are quite the useful persona.
"If it's not too much trouble, madam." he asked.
She merely smiled at him and nodded before slipping into the back rooms.
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A bit of persuading later, Gabriel then found himself as the owner of the blueprints to the mansion that housed Road Kamelot and Tyki Mikk.
Now, Gabriel had no intentions of killing Tyki Mikk, but if it came down to it, he would have no choice.
As he casually prowled down the street, he had the faint prickling sensation that he was being watched.
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Greeting Lulubell with a nod, he went up to his room and closed and locked the main door, then went over to the desk that lay to his right. Placing the blueprints down, he went over to the glass doors and reopened them to let in the cool air and help him think.
His colored inks ready, he dipped in the nub of his pen and began his notes.
Red stained the areas he wouldn't be able to escape from should he run into difficulties. Blue and black were his entry and escape routes, and green he used to plot out the entire third floor, where Road's room was located.
It took him hours to map all of it out, even with the blueprints of the mansion itself. But at the end of it, he knew that all that would linger in his heart after this mission would be sorrow. Even if Road was a sadistic Noah, she deserved to live.
Even if all of the Noah were twisted and cruel, they should at least get a chance to their own lives other than that of Noah. Other than Gabriel, anyway. He was bound to this life whether he liked it or not, and he wouldn't get a second chance should he failed. That would be it.
Sighing, he studied the map for another few minutes before lighting a match and burning it on the balcony, watching the ashes spread into the snow that began falling once more.
He only had a few more hours until dark, and then he would strike.
He would tip the scales.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Short, I know, but I should have time for one more long one before I leave. If not, I apologize and wish you Happy Holidays.