A/N: Once again, my apologies for the long times between updates and my
thanks to everyone who reviewed. It really does guilt me into posting
sooner, honest! I'm really happy with the response I got from people about
Anna, mixed feelings – just what I hoped I'd get! Enough of my chat, I've
kept you waiting long enough Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I. Do. Not. Own. Weiss. Kreuz. (I wrote that slowly so that you can be in no doubt that I don't own them! ^^)
Flames Of Insanity – Chapter 7
The teen's eyes widened one of the few signs of true emotion Crawford had seen her make. She opened her mouth as if to reply, but instead she whirled around to face the chain-link fence behind her, her ebony hair flying in all directions as she did so. The American's keep eyes narrowed as he heard the all too familiar sound of a gun being loaded.
Mentally cursing his lack of Foresight causing him to come here alone. E reached for his gun, but as fast as he was the mere silhouettes against the streetlight's shadows, which dropped into the alleyway from the roofs of the surrounding buildings were faster. The peaceful night was shredded by gun- shots which filled the air with fatal, flying lead.
It was in that moment Crawford knew the meaning of the word fear. He refused to yield to it. He continued to reach for his gun, even as he waited for the bullets to strike, bringing with them searing pain. In that single agonisingly long moment he wondered what had happened to change the future he had Foreseen barely an hour ago. Shooting her electric blue gaze at the dark haired Schwarz leader the dark haired teen sprang forward, a graceful spring that allowed her to arc far over Crawford's head, her palms outstretched and her brows furrowed in concentration.
A warm glow surrounded her fingertips, before it spread down to engulf her hands entirely, it sparked and crackled before curling into gyrating flames which flew towards the shadowy figures as she hurtled downwards, gravity grasping her again. The flames engulfed their bullets when they were barely an inch away from her. Her sneakers landed on the asphalt as silent as a whisper as the burning figures screams slowly died as they crumbled, smoldering, into a pile of ashes.
Breathing hard the girl looked over her shoulder at the Precognitive man, her electric blues sparking with an emotion Crawford couldn't place but knew he had seen before, she broke him out of his reverie stating,
"An assassin...I'm listening."
Crawford flicked his mahogany eyes from Anna to the smoking ashes behind her, which had once been people to the molten lead spots on the ground. Within half a second he had recovered from his initial shock, he blamed his lack of awe on the fact he had seen Farfarello cause considerable destruction on many occasions.
"I'm not stupid enough to tell you all you need to know in a dark alleyway where we've just been attacked." The American's tone was as blunt as a butter-knife.
The Pyrokinetic merely raised an eyebrow and replied in a bored manner,
"Yet you were stupid enough to follow an unknown person down an alleyway with a dead end in the middle of the night, despite several warnings of possible fatal encounters?"
Anna snickered and Crawford was struck by the fact she was seemingly always sarcastic, maybe even slightly sadistic – but was she insane?
"If you're interested the car I nearly ran you over in is sitting over there, if not tell me now and I'll leave."
Crawford even surprised himself sometimes at the way he was able to do business when his mind was on other things.
Anna's startling eyes grew slightly serious when she heard the older man's words and she replied slyly,
"What if I'm interested but I hear what you have to say and then I'm not?"
Crawford chuckled at the rambling answer, before he replied slickly,
"Only one way to find out."
The teen glared at him before stalking past him, snarling,
"Fine then, be that way."
The Schwarz leader watched her walk past calmly before taking his hand out of his suits pocket, where it had been clutching his gun, and followed her towards the car. When he opened the drivers side door Anna was already seated in the leather covered passenger seat, looking bored and resting her dirty sneakers on the dashboard. Resisting the urge to hit the insolent girl the ex-boxer merely sat down in the seat next to her and closed the car door. They sat in silence for a moment before the ebony haired teen remarked,
"Well, I'm really interested, yep, I'm definitely joining you little assassin team."
Crawford looked at the girl sharply and said,
"How did you know it was a team?"
Anna chuckled against before replying what was becoming her usual mocking, sarcastic tone,
"Well if you wanted me for a lone assassin you would have come straight out with cash, if you wanted me for anything other than being an assassin you would have tried by now and with your reflexes you would have died in that alleyway. You wouldn't get many clients on your own."
The American bristled at the teen's blatant criticism and again fought the urge to hit her – or shut her up at least. The Pyrokinetic seemed not to notice, instead she tapped the toe of one of her well worn sneakers onto the windscreen and asked,
"So, what's the deal?"
A/N: Farfie and Nagi fans that are reading this – your bishies will take part later on! I haven't forgotten them...and if you're *really* pissed off about me not posting this sooner...you can flame me...just remember that I probably won't pay any attention and I may take longer to post new stuff just to annoy you. Nice reviews will be gladly accepted and rewarded with new chapters!
Disclaimer: I. Do. Not. Own. Weiss. Kreuz. (I wrote that slowly so that you can be in no doubt that I don't own them! ^^)
Flames Of Insanity – Chapter 7
The teen's eyes widened one of the few signs of true emotion Crawford had seen her make. She opened her mouth as if to reply, but instead she whirled around to face the chain-link fence behind her, her ebony hair flying in all directions as she did so. The American's keep eyes narrowed as he heard the all too familiar sound of a gun being loaded.
Mentally cursing his lack of Foresight causing him to come here alone. E reached for his gun, but as fast as he was the mere silhouettes against the streetlight's shadows, which dropped into the alleyway from the roofs of the surrounding buildings were faster. The peaceful night was shredded by gun- shots which filled the air with fatal, flying lead.
It was in that moment Crawford knew the meaning of the word fear. He refused to yield to it. He continued to reach for his gun, even as he waited for the bullets to strike, bringing with them searing pain. In that single agonisingly long moment he wondered what had happened to change the future he had Foreseen barely an hour ago. Shooting her electric blue gaze at the dark haired Schwarz leader the dark haired teen sprang forward, a graceful spring that allowed her to arc far over Crawford's head, her palms outstretched and her brows furrowed in concentration.
A warm glow surrounded her fingertips, before it spread down to engulf her hands entirely, it sparked and crackled before curling into gyrating flames which flew towards the shadowy figures as she hurtled downwards, gravity grasping her again. The flames engulfed their bullets when they were barely an inch away from her. Her sneakers landed on the asphalt as silent as a whisper as the burning figures screams slowly died as they crumbled, smoldering, into a pile of ashes.
Breathing hard the girl looked over her shoulder at the Precognitive man, her electric blues sparking with an emotion Crawford couldn't place but knew he had seen before, she broke him out of his reverie stating,
"An assassin...I'm listening."
Crawford flicked his mahogany eyes from Anna to the smoking ashes behind her, which had once been people to the molten lead spots on the ground. Within half a second he had recovered from his initial shock, he blamed his lack of awe on the fact he had seen Farfarello cause considerable destruction on many occasions.
"I'm not stupid enough to tell you all you need to know in a dark alleyway where we've just been attacked." The American's tone was as blunt as a butter-knife.
The Pyrokinetic merely raised an eyebrow and replied in a bored manner,
"Yet you were stupid enough to follow an unknown person down an alleyway with a dead end in the middle of the night, despite several warnings of possible fatal encounters?"
Anna snickered and Crawford was struck by the fact she was seemingly always sarcastic, maybe even slightly sadistic – but was she insane?
"If you're interested the car I nearly ran you over in is sitting over there, if not tell me now and I'll leave."
Crawford even surprised himself sometimes at the way he was able to do business when his mind was on other things.
Anna's startling eyes grew slightly serious when she heard the older man's words and she replied slyly,
"What if I'm interested but I hear what you have to say and then I'm not?"
Crawford chuckled at the rambling answer, before he replied slickly,
"Only one way to find out."
The teen glared at him before stalking past him, snarling,
"Fine then, be that way."
The Schwarz leader watched her walk past calmly before taking his hand out of his suits pocket, where it had been clutching his gun, and followed her towards the car. When he opened the drivers side door Anna was already seated in the leather covered passenger seat, looking bored and resting her dirty sneakers on the dashboard. Resisting the urge to hit the insolent girl the ex-boxer merely sat down in the seat next to her and closed the car door. They sat in silence for a moment before the ebony haired teen remarked,
"Well, I'm really interested, yep, I'm definitely joining you little assassin team."
Crawford looked at the girl sharply and said,
"How did you know it was a team?"
Anna chuckled against before replying what was becoming her usual mocking, sarcastic tone,
"Well if you wanted me for a lone assassin you would have come straight out with cash, if you wanted me for anything other than being an assassin you would have tried by now and with your reflexes you would have died in that alleyway. You wouldn't get many clients on your own."
The American bristled at the teen's blatant criticism and again fought the urge to hit her – or shut her up at least. The Pyrokinetic seemed not to notice, instead she tapped the toe of one of her well worn sneakers onto the windscreen and asked,
"So, what's the deal?"
A/N: Farfie and Nagi fans that are reading this – your bishies will take part later on! I haven't forgotten them...and if you're *really* pissed off about me not posting this sooner...you can flame me...just remember that I probably won't pay any attention and I may take longer to post new stuff just to annoy you. Nice reviews will be gladly accepted and rewarded with new chapters!