Sly Cooper fanfic9
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Set after Dead Men Tell No Tales, and before the Cooper Vault Job(BCVJ). The adventures that were never told...
Sequel to Melancholy and Repent...
Untold Chronicles...
Deception
However, Murray did not know that he would most likely be wrong. Because Sly was a little busy at the moment, now that he was alone and face-to-face with the Inspector. Carmelita kept her eyes focused on the raccoon, in possession of her weapon, waiting for the slightest move to strike. Unfortunately for her, Sly did not seem to flinch, as he too kept his eyes on her, a smile across his face.
"So, Inspector Fox," the master thief started, holding her Shock pistol with his cane, "I suppose you want this back?"
"I'm warning you, Cooper," Carmelita started, "Give it back, or else."
"Really? Is threatening me gonna make me hand it back to you? You'd better try something else."
The vixen sighed heavily, "Alright, what do I have to do to get my Shock pistol back?"
"How about a trade?" The raccoon suggested, "I'll give you your firearm, in exchange for a kiss."
A blush of red swept Carmelita across the cheeks, as she cast a glare at him, "Absolutely not!"
"Oh, c'mon. It's not like you're not thrilled with this trade. We both get something out of it," Sly told her, "but it's your choice; no kiss, no pistol."
Once again, Carmelita sighed. She was defeated, not like she had much of a choice anyway, but she was going to have to get it over with. She lowered her fists as he came closer, pinching her lips as she closed her eyes, grimacing.
Suddenly, she felt his lips against hers, at first, she was feeling dozed and light on her feet, but she did not want to give Cooper the satisfaction. Her arms was taken, lifted and caressed, as they felt too limb to resist. She felt something placed into her palm, metallic and smooth.
With that, she snapped her eyes open, and Cooper was gone. She looked down at her hands and saw her Shock pistol, returned as the deal. Although she enjoyed it halfway, she was humiliated by what had just happened. And she was not going to let that raccoon criminal get away with it.
Meanwhile, Methysia led Penelope into an oddly designed room. Across the walls were encrusted with amethysts jewels, all surrounding, to her amaze, a giant stone of amethyst, in the middle of the room.
Within her possession, Penelope glanced back at the Scroll and upwards, as the arrow was pointing in every direction. Somehow, it was mostly fixated on the cobra and the stone.
The cobra slithered over to the wall and picked a piece of amethyst off the wall, slithering back to the mouse. "Here," she said, holding out a amethyst jewel, similar to the servants' head wear, "As a token of my good will, I present you with this. A little peace offering to insure a friendship between us."
Penelope accepted the jewel and examined it, admiring its fashionable improvement. "Thank you," she replied, bringing the jewel to her pocket, but was stopped by the cobra's tail.
"No. Wait, I wanna see how it looks. Try it on," she was not asking, it was more of a demand. Although suspicious, Penelope looked at the jewel one last time, placed the Scroll in her pocket to provide another free hand, and complied. Slightly lifting her bandanna upwards off her forehead, and placing the piece of amethyst on her skull.
She turned to the cobra, who gave her a gentle smile, "Thank you, and I must compliment; you look exquisite."
"Thank you," she replied, beginning to pull her bandanna down again, only to be stopped.
"Please don't, you look better with it showing. Trust me," Methysia told her, as she slithered towards the stone. "Now, please come and have a look."
Penelope slowly followed and stood beside her, eying the giant piece of amethyst, and although she felt suspicious, she could not help but admire it. A curious thought nudged her, asking her to check the Scroll. She complied to the thought and watched the arrow, beside a few shakes it was pointing directly at the stone.
Suddenly, it all seemed to fit, like the last piece in a puzzle. The reason they could not find the key was because they were above it, and the Scroll was trying to point to the key, and to do so it had to spin around and mark the location. That was the answer to the riddle; the amethyst stone was the key.
Penelope grinned with figuring this out, she could not wait to tell Bentley, and now that she knew the key, they just needed a plan to move the stone out of the Palace.
She glanced at the stone, as it began to glow bright, like an ultraviolet light, and although she knew staring into would probably blind her, she could not seem to look away from it. Suddenly, a bright ray of purple lightning flashed from the stone and into the amethyst jewel on Penelope's forehead. With that flash, she was immobilized, frozen, as if turned to stone herself.
Methysia chuckled while she slithered around the immobilized mouse, as Penelope's body stood straight to attention and begun to glow, her arms limb by her sides as she lost her grip of the Seeker's Scroll. "Congratulations Penelope," the cobra whispered into her ear, "You're one of us."
With her mind completely exposed to the light of the stone, Penelope could better recognize the stone, as well as every other piece of amethyst in the Palace. She now understood that the purple jewels here were not amethyst at all, she recalled seeing one of these mysterious stones before, they were really-
With all sudden, her entire mind was taken over, her body shifted and subjugated to a will to the all seeing mind. Her ordinary brown eyes, behind her glasses, changed to violet, same as every other women in the Palace, and with a wide spread smile on her face, her mind went poof.
R&R...