The Mismatched Murderer: Chapter One
Disclaimer: I own no one. Doran, Wotton and Vole belong to one Diane M. Tran, and everyone you recognize from the movie belongs to Disney. Lucky idiots. However, the murderer and anyone you don't recognize from the first two probably go to me.
(Cut to the foggy streets of London. Doran rounds a corner and walks straight up to a gun pointed at him. Doran looks shocked for a moment, then realizes who holds the gun.)
Doran: Wotton.
Wotton: Doran, I'm a little surprised you recognize me.
Doran: After the amount of times I've seen your face, it's not hard to forget. Now, why don't you put that gun away before you hurt someone, namely me?
Wotton: (sternly) No.
Doran: No? Surely you jest?
Wotton: No, I don't. However, I am willing to be sporting. We'll make it a duel. Pistols at ten paces.
Doran: Very well.
(Cut to Doran and Wotton, back-to-back, pistols at the ready.)
Doran: On ten, we turn and fire.
Wotton: Right.
(They start taking paces.)
Doran: One, two, three . . .
(While Doran is counting, Wotton is readying his pistol.)
Doran: . . . Eight, nine-.
(On nine, Wotton turns and fires several shots into Doran, who falls in shock to the ground. Surprisingly, there's no blood. Wotton looks down in disdain at Doran, then pulls out a miniature recorder {Like the one that one scientist had from The Core}.)
Wotton: (Different voice; Sort of like Kim, yet somewhat like Nala as a cub) Subject showed no sign of suspicion of a disguise or deception. Which proves that the D.P.I (Digital Profile Integrator) was either or a success, or people were really thick back then.
("Wotton" leans down to Doran, and removes several darts from the supposed wounds. Then she stands up, and slinks off into the shadows.)
"Wotton": (whining) They don't pay me enough for this job . . .