Chasing Anything By: Vanilla Fox
Disclaimer: Not mine. 'nuff said.
Author's Note: People should be killing me right about now.. I know every single story I have is only either one or two chapters long, but my ideas keep on coming, and I can't help it!! Besides, don't you guys know about writer's block? I was infected, and now, I'm having a serious case.
[Chapter 1 - The Assasin]
A girl stood up, and pulled a glove over her left hand, flexing her fingers to make sure it was on properly. She grinned, somewhat savagely, not at all appropriate for a High-Ranking Officer's daughter, and one of the most ladylike ones, too. She tood up from her perch on her bed, and lokoed at ehrself in the mirror. The darkened room behind her gave the impression that she was full of shadows, but then again, it was almost true. She was empty. There was nothing left inside her, or for her. Not since... those things happened.
She looked at her figure, tightly covered in a black suit. She pulled on black boots, checking that her weapons were inside, and put on a pink and gray cloak over it, buttoning it up, and then putting on her matching hat, a big poofy one she disliked so much. But her hair, she let it fall down her back, black and intimidatingly long, as if proof that she had lived for such a long time, her hair could grow so. It brushed the floor as she bent down to retrieve her earrings, which she dropped. She was hoping that the built in tracers inside hadn't been damaged.
Sighing, she steeled herself, and looked into the mirror this time, this time at her face. And she could've cried. The same grey eyes stared out at her, from a pale, not to mention disgustingly pale face. Her cheeks were sunken, and she could see bags under her eyes. But no matter. An expresion of clear defiance and determination fixed itself onto her face. And Aile, daughter of the General Mustang turned around, without a last glance at her darkened room.
People- officers, servants, civil servants, all people who worked for the government, looked at her as she walked proudly down the halls, as if there was nothing in the world to think about. She kept her chin high, and her eyes level. But inside, she was a mass flurry of nerves. She thought through her plans once more. And remembered every, single thing. She made her way to the vehicle's storage, and chose one decent hovercar. She went out, took one loop around one block, and backtracked to the hangar, where she stealthily left the vehicle outside, and walked inconspicuosly down the hallways, down one catwalk, then, eventually, to a small ship, enough for four people or so, but in this case, only to be used by one... probably not to return. But still. It was going to be put to good use.
It would put someone to rest. In this case, her.
She got onto the controls, sat down, and before anyone knew it, the security, or whoever, she was gone. And she was on her way to Cefiro. Smiling grimly, she put it on Auto Pilot, and began to rest. It might've only been a half-day's trip, but she would need all the rest she could get. As soon as the alram sounded, and she was fifteen minutes away, she stood up, well rested and close to back to her original state. She took her pack, a small one, and unboarded, making sure that the cloaking device was on.
Aile looked around, she was in a forest, which was a few miles away from the castle, it seemed. She felt slightly uneasy at the silence, but how could she be uneasy for long, especially when she had been it's companion for several months now? In the horizon, she saw the rising turrets of crystal, and smiled. Her mission had begun- she was in Cefiro.
Vanilla Fox: Hello to everyone there. I know this is really short, but this is only the first chapter, and believe me, they'l be getting longer. But not as long as other's, take note. It's the holiday's now, so I can update often, but... when January comes, it all ends. You'll be seeing me MUCHO less. You see, Singapore likes to torture students. And 'sides, I got French to attend to. For now, though, I wish that someday, I'll be able to write like Umi-chan (3)
Please leave me some reviews, cause I don't update if I think nobody's reading. What would be the use? it's like dancing without an audience. Preferabyl, I was hoping that you guys would leave me at least three reviews? I mean, if there are three people reading this. (Or more, I dare to hope.)
ja-ne, Vanilla Fox