A Prize in the Eyes of Evil

Another short chapter, I'm so sorry. But as I said, it's something revolving around Ratigan's discovery of my existence...

(Ratigan's P.O.V)

I ordered my men to give me peace after my little moment of glory. *sigh* A criminal mastermind like me could not be more proud of the accomplishments made rarely by so few. But then, having so many slow witted henchman can become truly a problem. Often getting in the way, failing to comply to my orders...however, they can be sort of useful in a situation. They make delightful meals for my precious Felicia when she becomes the victim of an uproarious appetite! They make excellent slaves to carry out the...dirtier jobs I cannot seem to carry out myself. And of course they can make brilliant bait. And more importantly, they often end up being the ones caught "red handed" whilst carrying out a crime for me and THEY are the ones living out the consequences for MY schemes. Whether it be time...or in some, not necessarily tragic cases, execution.

Taking in the feeling of complete solitude, I walked outside to take in some air, despite the unsanitary particles you find everywhere down here.

I have never felt so sure of myself, and yet, so deathly angry with...that living hell called 'justice'. Blech! How I HATE the word! But...nothing comes close to saying that...retched, nasty, vulgar, disgusting name...

"Basil...!" I violently threw a stone into the nearby puddle, which in my perspective is more like a filthy pond.

I won't make the mistake of underestimating Basil again...he seems to be everywhere, ruining EVERYTHING! Wherever I go, he's there first! Whenever I plan a trap for him he already has someone with him by his side as damn protection! Whenever I find a way to attempt at turning others against him, they're practically praying for his constant safety!

How I just want to take that damn skinny little neck of his and-

"AAAaaaaaahhhhhhh!"

What the hell!? My head! What the- what is happening to me? Why do I feel like I hear voices...? And, why am I seeing such foggy images in my head?

I just need to splash my face, perhaps I'm overthinking all of this, I need something... I need-

Wh-w-who is..who is that? She's...she's lovely... And, why...why am I seeing another mouse in the water..? It's not even a reflection! it's just a clear visual image! Almost as if caused by ma-.

NO! Absolutely not! There is no such thing as magic and sorcery. But that doesn't explain why I'm seeing such a beautiful creature appear in clear moving picture on the water.

Wait, she's speaking...

"Basil! How exactly are all four of us supposed to stay on without falling off? I mean, this is a dog. There's not much to hang on to." She spoke in a pure voice.

"Not to worry my dear, we'll all just have to hold on to each other for safety."

Retched detective...when he spoke, the image flashed onto him. On top of that ginormous mongrel of his. That creature has nearly hurt my Felicia on more than one occasion.

"Come now, let's away."

"Basil, this isn't exactly..ugh..an easy...TASK!" The young woman slipped off the mutt trying to climb him.

"Take my hand, miss."

She took his hand and he pulled her up onto the animal, and placed her in front of him, placing her hands on the leash. I studied the look on her face, there was a look I knew well...and I shivered at the idea of a lovely creature like her actually having feelings for...that simpleton sitting behind her. Her eyes had that sparkle of revelation, and her hands were shaking a little. She must have caught herself in the moment and she shook her head, banishing any trace of the feeling she had away. A good thing, too, I noticed her cheeks had a near blush on them before.

"Perhaps you'd like to take control, my lady." Basil smiled at her, keeping his hands on the leash, touching her hands as well, making me gag. The smile on his face, it wasn't the usual smirk I had seen him make in our previous ventures of vengence. It was a genuine smile, a happy one. And it confused me immensely. Then I imagined...

Could that stiff hearted detective be growing feelings? For this young woman...?

Too delicious to be true. I kept my eyes on the moving images.

"What?! I can't control him! He's a thousand times my size!"

"Give it a chance. You may find it thrilling. I always do."

"Are you sure?"

"Trust me, my dear."

Her hands began to shake a little less. And her breathing seemed much more calm.

"Basil! *Oomph!* How exactly are we to find that creature?" A stout mouse in a grey suit inquired, struggling to get onto the dog.

"Not to worry, Dawson! This, and Toby here, is all we need for the task."

Basil raised his arm and revealed a small black hat that looked so deathly similar to-

"FIDGET!" I shouted in fury to the sky.

That little stupid idiot of a sidekick let himself like that! I'm going to-

"So once we find that thing, we'll find my daddy?"

"Most certainly."

Her...daddy? Oh..right. Flaversham. I nearly forgot about that fool's daughter. She may come in handy...

"So...uummm...how do we make Toby go?"

Basil leaned into the woman's ear and whispered something.

"Uhhh...Toby...sick 'em?" She said, questionably.

She screamed in surprise as the dog took off out the door.

As the dog continued running down the dark, dirty streets of London, the girl continued to hold onto the dog's leash with a strong grip, gasping every now and then. I noticed Basil's arms around the young woman's waist tighten, and a blush forming slightly on her cheeks. Behind them, the small child mouse was holding onto Basil's waist while the chubby one was holding onto the dog's tail, quite terrified.

"The thrill of the hunt, eh Dawson?!" Basil cried out to the stout one with a big grin.

"O-oh! Q-qu- quite!"

"Oooohoohoo! Our peg-legged quarry can't be far now!"

After that, the image disappeared.

I can't imagine why on Earth this was possible.

This power of seeing these images as they transpire is probably one of the strangest...yet most astounding thing I've ever seen. What a wonderful way to poke in.

And that girl...she was rather a sight for sore eyes...if I didn't now any better, I'd say she'd make a lovely addition to my court as soon as we finish off the Queen...

The small one, Flaversham's daughter..may prove useful somehow as well... Yes. Two new additions to my plan. One more deliciously perfect than the next.

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Okay so the next chapter should be a lot more fun to write seeing as how we're leaving some of this explaining stuff and boring matters to rest.