This is my first posted non-crossover piece of fan fiction. My whole
purpose for writing it is to work on creating original characters that
people like. I'm working on avoiding Mary-Sue characters, and still making
the characters likable and believable. Also, there is an air of mystery in
this story that I've never really written before. I'd like to improve that
area of my writing, as well. I don't expect as many reviews as I usually
get, but please review. I already have chapter one written, so maybe if I
get a bunch of reviews, I'll update it faster. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, places, or ideas from Weiß Kreuz. Please don't sue me. On the other side, I came up with the Goddess of Death, their friends, and all that other stuff. So, please don't take them.
This story starts out between episodes two and three of the Weiß Kreuz anime. It follows the story line from there for awhile, but eventually it becomes AU. There are possible spoilers up through episode fifteen. I haven't seen the last nine episodes, so it would be silly for me to follow them.
A HUGE thank you goes to my evil twin, The Confuser. She wrote parts of this, including this amazing prologue. Unfortunately, her Internet died.otherwise this would go under her penname. If you're a poetry fan, I suggest you go read her stuff.
Prologue
The man glanced over his shoulder for the sixth time since he had entered his office, sure that he had heard someone enter. This time, as before, there was no one in the room and the only light was coming from the glowing computer screen in front of him. He let out a heavy sigh and returned to his work, fingers flying over the keyboard, his eyes fixed on the screen with a single-minded intensity that suggested he was doing something less that legal. Long moments passed without sound and he continued to work without another thought.
He was so intent on his work that when the door slid open he did not hear it click, and he did not hear the whisper of clothing as a tall figure entered with a gleaming sword in hand. The shadow that fell across the computer screen should have warned him, but he was almost done and in his excitement he was not paying attention. When the blade whistled through the air he stopped for a moment but did not sense any danger until his head was rolling across the floor, leaving a trail of blood behind it.
The assassin smiled, wiping a few stray strands of red hair out of the way, and motioned the other two inside. Three of them stood then over the body, looking down with expressions of calm acceptance to what their hands had done. In their ears hummed the voice of their fourth companion, reciting the details of the mission and the escape routes they would be taking. The entire affair had an air of indifference to it that seemed to glaze the walls and make the room hazy. It was obvious they had done this before.
Finally the first assassin extended a slender arm, transferring the sword to the other hand in order to lean forward and freeze the screen. That way in the morning the others would know why this man had died tonight. An emotionless smile was shared between all three, and even over the heavily encoded waves that linked them to their fourth comrade. In silence they turned and filed out of the room, skirting the guards and cameras until they were safely outside of the building.
Out on the cleanly cut lawn they moved like shadows towards the open street, still not speaking. All around the scent of the night was heavy, filled with metal and earth and the tang of car exhaust filtering up to the sky. In the distance neon lights gleamed as they highlighted the downtown area like beacons in the deep night. As they trio neared this brilliant quarter of the city their fourth member joined them, greeted by nods and a single smile. They did not speak at all until they were finally seated in their favorite café drinking coffee and staring out the window. Then the first assassin spoke to the others with a calm voice; eyes steady as they looked into three others.
"Well done." They all smiled.
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Well, now, that was short. Yeah, I know. However, chapter one is almost 4,000 words (8 pages) so you should have plenty to read when I post it. And I've started chapter two, which is already two pages. Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, places, or ideas from Weiß Kreuz. Please don't sue me. On the other side, I came up with the Goddess of Death, their friends, and all that other stuff. So, please don't take them.
This story starts out between episodes two and three of the Weiß Kreuz anime. It follows the story line from there for awhile, but eventually it becomes AU. There are possible spoilers up through episode fifteen. I haven't seen the last nine episodes, so it would be silly for me to follow them.
A HUGE thank you goes to my evil twin, The Confuser. She wrote parts of this, including this amazing prologue. Unfortunately, her Internet died.otherwise this would go under her penname. If you're a poetry fan, I suggest you go read her stuff.
Prologue
The man glanced over his shoulder for the sixth time since he had entered his office, sure that he had heard someone enter. This time, as before, there was no one in the room and the only light was coming from the glowing computer screen in front of him. He let out a heavy sigh and returned to his work, fingers flying over the keyboard, his eyes fixed on the screen with a single-minded intensity that suggested he was doing something less that legal. Long moments passed without sound and he continued to work without another thought.
He was so intent on his work that when the door slid open he did not hear it click, and he did not hear the whisper of clothing as a tall figure entered with a gleaming sword in hand. The shadow that fell across the computer screen should have warned him, but he was almost done and in his excitement he was not paying attention. When the blade whistled through the air he stopped for a moment but did not sense any danger until his head was rolling across the floor, leaving a trail of blood behind it.
The assassin smiled, wiping a few stray strands of red hair out of the way, and motioned the other two inside. Three of them stood then over the body, looking down with expressions of calm acceptance to what their hands had done. In their ears hummed the voice of their fourth companion, reciting the details of the mission and the escape routes they would be taking. The entire affair had an air of indifference to it that seemed to glaze the walls and make the room hazy. It was obvious they had done this before.
Finally the first assassin extended a slender arm, transferring the sword to the other hand in order to lean forward and freeze the screen. That way in the morning the others would know why this man had died tonight. An emotionless smile was shared between all three, and even over the heavily encoded waves that linked them to their fourth comrade. In silence they turned and filed out of the room, skirting the guards and cameras until they were safely outside of the building.
Out on the cleanly cut lawn they moved like shadows towards the open street, still not speaking. All around the scent of the night was heavy, filled with metal and earth and the tang of car exhaust filtering up to the sky. In the distance neon lights gleamed as they highlighted the downtown area like beacons in the deep night. As they trio neared this brilliant quarter of the city their fourth member joined them, greeted by nods and a single smile. They did not speak at all until they were finally seated in their favorite café drinking coffee and staring out the window. Then the first assassin spoke to the others with a calm voice; eyes steady as they looked into three others.
"Well done." They all smiled.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Well, now, that was short. Yeah, I know. However, chapter one is almost 4,000 words (8 pages) so you should have plenty to read when I post it. And I've started chapter two, which is already two pages. Review!