Disclaimer: Detective Conan and Magic Kaito are properties belonged to Aoyama Gosho.
The sound of his own heartbeat thundering wildly in his ears greatly put him in disadvantage as he is unable to hear footsteps other than his own. He hardly able to hear the gunshot before he feels the sharp, hot pain on his right shoulder blade.
He groaned as he fell on the pristine white tiled floor, his blood quickly became a red pool around him. He coughed up blood, staining the tiled floor even more. The metallic taste on his tongue quickly lost on his mind as he frantically crawl forward as much as he could, shielding the the case snug between the floor and him.
He quickly panics as a sound of a heavy footsteps came ever closer. He gripped the case with all his might, yet he has lost too much blood that taking the case from him was as easy as taking a candy from a baby. He coughed up again as the heavy boot came in contact with his wounded back.
"Good work, Gin." A female voice floated up from somewhere he couldn't see. Then he heard it, a light footsteps, with a typical click that all high heels share, unhurried and graceful as it echoes throughout the hall. He can see her figure, but she was cloaked in darkness even though the hall was well lit. Magic, he thought. Unlike the blurring spell the man who shot him had casted unto himself, the woman's spell was much more graceful; she bent the light away from the immediate vicinity. That's how he was able to see her figure but unable to see her overall details. He can't even make out if the woman has long or short hair.
"The artefact?" She asked the man. The man in black hummed as he digged his boot deeper into his wound. He can only groan and whimper as the woman received the case with the artefact inside it.
"Don't!" He plead one last time. "It's not going to work like you think it will! That thing is dangerous!"
The woman hummed as she carefully opened the silver case. Inside, a glittering mineral almost as big as a baby's head. The stone was special. It was light yellow outside and deep blue inside; a doublet. The woman carefully brought the stone up from the case which she discarded. "I think," she started, with husky voice. "You should be afraid of what might happen to you now, instead of being afraid of a measly gem."
Gracefully, she raised the stone upwards towards the glass domed ceiling. The full moon chose that exact moment to rise from the evening clouds. The gem glittered ominously as the moonlight poured on to it. "Yes!" She cried as she pushed the gem more into the air. However, except from momentary glitters, the gem did nothing else.
The woman sighed, "Well, at least we know this one's not it." The man in black snorted in amusement.
"Kill him."
The man in black barked a laugh, "Finally, we're getting some action."
He panics as the man in black pulled off his safety trigger, "No! No, please!"
The sound of a gunshot was echoing throughout the hall, leaving a crime scene of a lonely corpse; a middle-aged man lying in the pool of his own blood. The man in black and the mysterious woman left no trace that they ever existed.
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To be continued-