Hee Hee Hee...
He didn't feel the heat as the late summer wind rustled his dark clothing. He wasn't excited, or afraid, or even pleased for that matter.
He didn't feel anything.
He never had.
His intrusion went unnoticed, as was his intent. He knew how not to be seen.
He found his target alone in the bedroom, drunk by the smell of it. He extended his senses towards the man, but the fogginess brought on by the alcohol made it impossible to find what he had come for.
Change of plan, then.
He slipped through his opulent surroundings, a ghost in deed. He snuffed out the lives like candles, one after another, until only two remained.
Himself, and his prey.
When he entered the bedchamber it took several seconds before the fool even noticed his presence. The drunken man barely had time to raise his sword before the intruder flowed effortlessly within it's range. He delivered a blow to the idiot's solar plexus and appropriated the blade before resting it flush against the fallen man's neck.
Atherton Wing's bloodshot eyes went wide as he looked upon his assailant.
"You!" Wing snarled, before his brows bent in confusion. "But you're much too young..."
The assassin's lips curled into something that might have resembled a smile, save that no trace of it reached his eyes.
His ice blue, cold as death eyes; framed by rugged features and soft brown hair.
"Tell me everything you know about Malcolm Reynolds," the boy said.
And Wing did.
Duh duh duuum...!
So that's the end of "Connection". I hope everybody liked it. I could have written more but I wanted to get to the actual story part instead of these prequel arcs.
I want to thank everyone who has read and especially those who have reviewed this story. I never imagined that I would get this far but now I'm looking forward to telling my full tale in the next part. It will be called "Interaction". Look for it!
Oh, and I have 100 reviews on this story... The 101st reviewer gets a cookie! Or a spoiler if you would like. I love you guys and gals! Thanks again,
-Trish