I crouched on the ground, panting. Not from the run. I looked down at the
policeman lying down next to me, then at the metal pipe in my hands. I
threw it aside, tearing my eyes away from the pool of blood that seeped
from his head. He surprised me. He struggled. I had to fight him off. I
shook my head and took a deep breath. Can't think about that right now.
"Oh God... please let him live..."
Keeping as low as possible and staying in the shadows, I ran straight to the Montalet residence. It was a beautiful place; with French windows and a balcony outside the master bedroom. I skirted to the back of the house and searched.
For what felt like hours, but was only a minute or two, I found what I was looking for. I removed the penknife from my pack and prised open the security box. I sighed with relief. For all the money they may have, the Montalet's security system was pretty elementary. I pulled out a couple of wires and knew the alarms have been disabled. I walked to the back door. Using the master key the boss gave me when I first started, I let myself into the back of the house. Moving quickly, I found my way to what looked like the office.
I froze. It was quiet. Then I heard it. A baby upstairs stirring. I kept still. My breathing was raspy; nervous. My rushing blood echoed in my ears. For a few seconds, I remained as still as a mouse, then quickly ran into the room, shutting the door quietly behind me. I saw the desk in front of me and ran to it and frantically searched the drawers and table top. Papers..papers.papers! None of these were what I needed! They were all French or English. I heard another noise, but I had to get those documents. I moved a pile of papers aside carefully. A brown file.... I opened and read the first page. Yes! The pages look like they were Japanese. A gasp. My head snapped up. A woman was standing by the door, face etched in surprise and fear.
"Who are you?"
******
"Madam Montalet recovered after last night's burglary. Doctors confirm the presence of sodium pentathol, a knockout drug, in her system and have identified mode of administration through injection via the neck. Officer Dumont, who had been discovered dead in a nearby alleyway, was confirmed to have died from a fatal blow to the head.
Although around fifteen people, including Madam Montalet had seen the intruder, no-one could give a clear description due to the swiftness of his actions. Police are urging any witnesses to come forward and assist in apprehending the intruder for breaking and entering and murder."
Kai switched the channel and sat back in the chair.
"Paris. Fashion, food, art, murder and forced entry... quite a city you guys have."
Enrique shook his head. "Poor Madam Montalet. She's been made a widow just two nights ago, and now she's been burgled."
"Yeah... can't someone give the poor woman a break?" Max said.
"That's life, Max. People prey on the weak; and Madam Montalet's loss has made her falter temporarily." Kai muttered.
"Where's Tyson?" Kenny piped in, hoping to move the conversation.
"Still sleeping, the lazy lad." Robert said, walking into the living room.
"Hey! Are we ever going to go to the second round matches today? The White Tigers are in town!" Rei said impatiently. "It's their match against the All Stars today."
"Alright, keep your shirt on, Rei. We're going." Johnny mumbled, getting up.
Everyone stood up, except for Robert.
"Aren't you coming?" Kenny asked.
"No... Actually, I think it is best for me to remain here. Oliver isn't feeling well and someone should stay to keep an eye on Tyson so he doesn't end up eating all the food in the house when he finally wakes up."
"Good idea. We wouldn't want to have to starve tonight."
The others left, leaving Robert, Tyson and Oliver alone in the house.
******
I forced my eyes shut, trying my hardest to get to sleep again. I sighed and pulled the blanket over my head. I tried to stop myself from hyperventilating. My mind kept replaying the job last night. Madam Montalet's scream before I threw the tranquiliser dart. Policemen surrounding me... My throwing tear gas and fighting my way through them. Hiding, running, fighting.
I felt a tear run down my cheek. That poor officer... I never meant to kill him. I should have been careful! I should have helped him somehow before getting into the house...
I turned over, my eyes falling on the file on my table, hidden under my books. What was so important about that thing anyway? In fact, why am I ordered to kill these people? Why? I thought about the others I had assassinated. Charles Montalet. Marie Capague. Pierre Fleur. there were some more in the past, in other countries, but I forced their names out of my head. Why?
I looked at the photo frame I had in my hand all night. A picture of myself, my foster brother of many years ago, my mother and my father... Father... I had to do this for his sake. Sighing, I closed my eyes, forcing my mind to clear and allow myself some peace of sorts to fall asleep...
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ARG!!! Three reviews!? Oh well, they get the goodies! This chappie, it's my *gulp....* p-r-e-c-i-o-u-s Kai plushies.... *reluctantly hands over a Kai plushie each to Crazy Rei Luva and Gold Dragon*. You have no idea how painful that was... *huggles own Kai plushie.*
=-=Q and A time!!!!=-=
Q. crazy Rei luva asked "Anyway, that killer, is it someone from beyblade or is it an OC?"
A. Well... it'll be a spoiler, wouldn't it? There will be clues further on, and it MAY come as a bit of a surprise...
Disclaimer : I don't own Beyblade, or else I'd make myself Kai's girlfriend ^_________^
"Oh God... please let him live..."
Keeping as low as possible and staying in the shadows, I ran straight to the Montalet residence. It was a beautiful place; with French windows and a balcony outside the master bedroom. I skirted to the back of the house and searched.
For what felt like hours, but was only a minute or two, I found what I was looking for. I removed the penknife from my pack and prised open the security box. I sighed with relief. For all the money they may have, the Montalet's security system was pretty elementary. I pulled out a couple of wires and knew the alarms have been disabled. I walked to the back door. Using the master key the boss gave me when I first started, I let myself into the back of the house. Moving quickly, I found my way to what looked like the office.
I froze. It was quiet. Then I heard it. A baby upstairs stirring. I kept still. My breathing was raspy; nervous. My rushing blood echoed in my ears. For a few seconds, I remained as still as a mouse, then quickly ran into the room, shutting the door quietly behind me. I saw the desk in front of me and ran to it and frantically searched the drawers and table top. Papers..papers.papers! None of these were what I needed! They were all French or English. I heard another noise, but I had to get those documents. I moved a pile of papers aside carefully. A brown file.... I opened and read the first page. Yes! The pages look like they were Japanese. A gasp. My head snapped up. A woman was standing by the door, face etched in surprise and fear.
"Who are you?"
******
"Madam Montalet recovered after last night's burglary. Doctors confirm the presence of sodium pentathol, a knockout drug, in her system and have identified mode of administration through injection via the neck. Officer Dumont, who had been discovered dead in a nearby alleyway, was confirmed to have died from a fatal blow to the head.
Although around fifteen people, including Madam Montalet had seen the intruder, no-one could give a clear description due to the swiftness of his actions. Police are urging any witnesses to come forward and assist in apprehending the intruder for breaking and entering and murder."
Kai switched the channel and sat back in the chair.
"Paris. Fashion, food, art, murder and forced entry... quite a city you guys have."
Enrique shook his head. "Poor Madam Montalet. She's been made a widow just two nights ago, and now she's been burgled."
"Yeah... can't someone give the poor woman a break?" Max said.
"That's life, Max. People prey on the weak; and Madam Montalet's loss has made her falter temporarily." Kai muttered.
"Where's Tyson?" Kenny piped in, hoping to move the conversation.
"Still sleeping, the lazy lad." Robert said, walking into the living room.
"Hey! Are we ever going to go to the second round matches today? The White Tigers are in town!" Rei said impatiently. "It's their match against the All Stars today."
"Alright, keep your shirt on, Rei. We're going." Johnny mumbled, getting up.
Everyone stood up, except for Robert.
"Aren't you coming?" Kenny asked.
"No... Actually, I think it is best for me to remain here. Oliver isn't feeling well and someone should stay to keep an eye on Tyson so he doesn't end up eating all the food in the house when he finally wakes up."
"Good idea. We wouldn't want to have to starve tonight."
The others left, leaving Robert, Tyson and Oliver alone in the house.
******
I forced my eyes shut, trying my hardest to get to sleep again. I sighed and pulled the blanket over my head. I tried to stop myself from hyperventilating. My mind kept replaying the job last night. Madam Montalet's scream before I threw the tranquiliser dart. Policemen surrounding me... My throwing tear gas and fighting my way through them. Hiding, running, fighting.
I felt a tear run down my cheek. That poor officer... I never meant to kill him. I should have been careful! I should have helped him somehow before getting into the house...
I turned over, my eyes falling on the file on my table, hidden under my books. What was so important about that thing anyway? In fact, why am I ordered to kill these people? Why? I thought about the others I had assassinated. Charles Montalet. Marie Capague. Pierre Fleur. there were some more in the past, in other countries, but I forced their names out of my head. Why?
I looked at the photo frame I had in my hand all night. A picture of myself, my foster brother of many years ago, my mother and my father... Father... I had to do this for his sake. Sighing, I closed my eyes, forcing my mind to clear and allow myself some peace of sorts to fall asleep...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ARG!!! Three reviews!? Oh well, they get the goodies! This chappie, it's my *gulp....* p-r-e-c-i-o-u-s Kai plushies.... *reluctantly hands over a Kai plushie each to Crazy Rei Luva and Gold Dragon*. You have no idea how painful that was... *huggles own Kai plushie.*
=-=Q and A time!!!!=-=
Q. crazy Rei luva asked "Anyway, that killer, is it someone from beyblade or is it an OC?"
A. Well... it'll be a spoiler, wouldn't it? There will be clues further on, and it MAY come as a bit of a surprise...
Disclaimer : I don't own Beyblade, or else I'd make myself Kai's girlfriend ^_________^