Shadow Knight
Alone
Chapter 8: Forgotten Elegy
Disclaimer: There's a lot of things I wish for..This would be one of them. Or the French language..hehe. ^_^
Wow..I haven't updated this in a while have I? Sorry about that ^_^. Anywho, now that I actually got out of my writer's block, I can actually begin to write more to this story! A true joy indeed. ^_^ Now, let's see...Oh yes! This chapter should include Rogue's reunion with the people of Bayville.. Or at least some of them.. -_- . If you don't know what job she does, in this chapter, you should find out. Enjoy! ^_^
Note: This may be a mix-up with POV's, but the beginning POV is Rogue's. ~
"..your pilot speaking, please fasten your seatbelts as we welcome you to the beautiful city of Bayville."
As the crackling speaker screeched in my ear, I forced my heavy eyelids up and stared around me with weary eyes. Electrically powered light screamed at me with ferocity as blinding beams of light slipped into my eyes. I felt a compulsory urge and closed my eyes before I could be once again sightless.
Reaching up to the button provided for light, I groped blindly for the smooth plastic square. As the knob met my fingers and poked at me, I pushed the switch harshly. Darkness once again came with a comfort. Coaxing my eyes to gently open, I looked around me. The constant flashing of the seatbelt sign was the first thing I noticed. As I sat up to buckle my belt, I suddenly felt the twinge of pain soar in a burning flash down my back.
Damn seats, I thought rubbing my sore back tenderly, never can get a good sleep with them. My body still sore, I forced myself up and began to stretch, letting all the kinks loose from my neck and back. As I continued my routine, I suddenly felt eyes boring into my back, staring at me with an intensity. As strange as it seemed, it felt familiar.
Continuing to stretch, I angled my body slightly and let my eyes nonchalantly slip to the left of me. As my eyes wandered over, I found the owner of the prodding eyes. Hazel eyes stared intently at me, as if trying to remember my face.
Dressed in a crisply pressed, black, pinstriped suit and accompanied with equally black Italian shoes, he looked out of place. With his slightly dark hair hanging loosely around his cheeks, his hair swayed gently from tilting his head, his face looked like something I hadn't seen in a long time.
It looked.. innocent.
Yet, I knew that the innocent look was a very good rouse to use on others. Without letting my eyes slip from his figure, I waited till he was distracted and then carefully slipped my mission folder into my bag, concealing from his view. From my bag I also grabbed my makeup bag, needing my mirror.
Turning again slightly from the man, I opened my mirror and stared at my face, making sure everything was in place. I had to keep my appearance up now didn't I? Especially when I'm wearing a disguise.
I shifted my black wig slightly and applied more powder near my blue tinted contacts. I may be on plane, but that was no reason not to keep myself disguised at all times. I certainly didn't want anyone to recognize me, the rogue assassin.
As he continued to watch me with interest, I felt a sense of weariness begin to grow in my mind, alerting me that this individual may cause a problem later on. Shifting in my seat as to avoid his gaze, I faced the window. Yet, it seemed to no avail as I continued to feel his calculating gaze continue to burn at me from the back.
It seemed that I would usually run into old enemies that I had acquired through some of my past missions. When they found me, it never ended quite nicely. Frequently it ended with either violence and bloodshed or myself running away. Neither was a choice a liked to make. Whether it be one or the other, my past reacquaints were never in a very friendly mood when they found out who I was. And I certainly didn't want this man after my blood either.
Staring through the thick sheet of plastic, I gazed into the night sky. My breath caught in my throat.
I had never seen something so beautiful.
Velvety darkness stretched across the sky as if it were a long cloak, encasing tiny specs of stars in its wondrous shroud of many folds. I felt a small smile of appreciation grow on my lips as I continued to watch the sky through our descent. The stars may have seemed small, but their true brilliance seemed to be revealed to me as I watched with careful interest.
It may seem odd to hear of a person gawking at the sight of stars, but from within the thick folds of the city, you don't get this kind of sight. My apartment was located in the deep bowels of the metropolis I lived in where light surrounded you in a bubble, not enabling you to see the stars quiet as clearly as I did now.
In an odd sort of way, my heart seemed to recall beautiful nights, sitting on a roof and just gazing for hours at the stars. Yet my mind clouded these thoughts and the notion was dismissed from my mind in a cloudy spectrum as I continued to focus on the stars.
Soon, the wheels of the plan bumped roughly against the ground, sending my body jittering. As soon as we stopped, I grabbed my bag and waited until I could be let out of my seat and into the moving line. It was funny, but people always seemed to want to be the first one out. Yet, as the line kept moving, it seemed like there would be no brakes in the human traffic. Sighing, I settled back into my seat and tapped my fingers idly, waiting for the line to end.
As I spotted the last person getting off, I regained my grip on my bag and waited. As the person passed, my vision was unobstructed and I saw ahead of me. That's when my heart stopped a beat.
The man was still there.
I tried to play it cool. Grabbing my bag, I let my body slip between the seats and into the aisle. Before the man could get up, I strode as quickly as I could in my high heels out the prearranged door. As I made my steps quicker and more flat footed, I suddenly heard the heavy thump of a man's beating slightly behind me. A bead of sweat drizzled slightly down my forehead. Was he on to me? Did he know me?
As I began to walk faster, I heard the man begin to call out to me. "Miss? Miss, would you please stop for a second, I have to ask you something."
I'd be damned before I stopped to see him. Questioning, huh? I don't think so. I entered the gate door and quickly began to weave myself through the crowd. If there was one thing I was good at, it was getting past people, fast.
My body swerved as I twirled and turned through the gaps the people created. I knew the man was probably behind me, but I didn't bother to look behind. I had to get out of here before he caught up with me. I briefly heard him call out to me, but I didn't look back and continued to weave through the crowd. Soon, I was free and walking to the baggage claim and out of his path.
Yet, as I walked in the direction, as I turned the corner, I took a sharp left and veered myself into the bathroom. Flipping open my bag and pulling out my makeup bag, I looked in the bathroom and stowed myself into one of the bathrooms. It was time I changed my face..
~
Dammit.
I lost her. I thought I almost had her when she started in the crowd. She has to be going to luggage now though.
Reaching into one of my suit pockets, I pulled out a faded picture. Uncurling the edges which I constantly folded, I looked carefully at the wrinkled creases. A young girl stared joyfully through two strands of snow- white hair, carefully mixed with her head full of auburn hair. With a evilly playful grin stretched across her face, the I smiled at the picture, memories brought back into focus. Damn... girl, when are you ever going to come back to us?
Holding back a tear, I carefully folded the picture and placed it delicately into my pocket. Looking back up through the airport, I suddenly remembered the woman I was following and went back to the task of looking for her. As I turned around the corner toward the luggage claim, I suddenly ran into a beautiful blonde.
Her bag skittered lightly across the floor, a light manila folder sliding out. Helping her up to her feet, I reached for her bag and pulled the folder close to me for a moment, looking quickly through the contents as she brushed off her light red dress. As my eyes flew quickly across the paper, I felt my eyes suddenly widened as they fell upon some of the content.
Handing back her supplies and carefully placing her folder back within her bag, I apologized profusely to her and looked quickly at her. Brown eyes stared back at me, a slight red blush residing in the lady's cheeks. Ruby lips stumbled over words as she tried to apologize herself. I couldn't help but smile at the lady's nervousness. She sure was beautiful.
"Don't worry miss. I didn't mean to cause you so much trouble. I'm sorry. And don't worry, it's of no trouble to help such a pretty young miss."
The blonde blushed harder at my comment. "Sir," she drawled in a thick French accent, "I'm so sorry I caused you so much trouble with my clumsiness. I hope that you accept my apology. And. merci for being such a gentleman."
Her beauty began making me blush. Looking down slightly at my shoes, I suddenly found the ground a bit more interesting. It wasn't enough to let my attention stray from her for long though. I glanced back up and noticed she was doing the same thing as I was. Smiling, I held out my hand in apology and wished her a well trip.
Taking my hand she stuttered, "I hope for you to have a good trip too, monsieur," her accent becoming thicker.
I smiled and asked, "Where are you headed to, miss?"
She beamed and replied, "Bayville, sir."
I couldn't get off on how cute she was when she smiled. Shaking my head from my reverie, I simply let go of her hand and replied, "Well that's nice. I hope you have a good time there."
"I hope so too, sir. Take care, monsieur."
"Bye," I whispered as she left, her hips swaying slightly in the red dress.
Shaking my head, I smiled as I headed for the baggage luggage. Pietro would never believe me when I told him about this. I totally forgot about the lady I was looking for before. I had just met a beauty. Who cared about the other lady now? I felt a blissful grin light my face all the way down to the baggage claim.
I love France.
~
Well that took care of him. I quickly made my way into the bathroom once again and got into one of the stalls. Reaching up, I undid the clips that held my wig in place. Throwing it down, I looked at the wig in my bag before I pulled out a hat. Blonde was never really my color. Pulling on my hat, I stuffed my white streaks under my hat as I usually did.
Stowing my red dress into my bag, I pulled out my jeans and blouse. No use in staying in that thing and have him come after me. What a hoot. Now he's in love with blonde no doubt. I walked out and changed my contacts back to blue. Disguises have got to be the best part on my missions. Their so much fun.
I felt a chuckle rise up in me as I left the bathroom. What fun indeed.
~
Okay, I felt as if this was the best part to stop since I have to think about what happens next. I kind of come up with this as I type. I'll have to think of some more later. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the new chapter! And I hope you could at least figure out who the man was and the whole scenario after that. If you don't review and I'll try to tell ya. If you do, then.. Review anyways! ^_^ Well, before I write a letter to you readers, I ask one thing before you leave... PLEASE REVIEW! I LOVE comments and will always enjoy what you leave. Thanks. Au Revoir! (Goodbye.) ^_~
Alone
Chapter 8: Forgotten Elegy
Disclaimer: There's a lot of things I wish for..This would be one of them. Or the French language..hehe. ^_^
Wow..I haven't updated this in a while have I? Sorry about that ^_^. Anywho, now that I actually got out of my writer's block, I can actually begin to write more to this story! A true joy indeed. ^_^ Now, let's see...Oh yes! This chapter should include Rogue's reunion with the people of Bayville.. Or at least some of them.. -_- . If you don't know what job she does, in this chapter, you should find out. Enjoy! ^_^
Note: This may be a mix-up with POV's, but the beginning POV is Rogue's. ~
"..your pilot speaking, please fasten your seatbelts as we welcome you to the beautiful city of Bayville."
As the crackling speaker screeched in my ear, I forced my heavy eyelids up and stared around me with weary eyes. Electrically powered light screamed at me with ferocity as blinding beams of light slipped into my eyes. I felt a compulsory urge and closed my eyes before I could be once again sightless.
Reaching up to the button provided for light, I groped blindly for the smooth plastic square. As the knob met my fingers and poked at me, I pushed the switch harshly. Darkness once again came with a comfort. Coaxing my eyes to gently open, I looked around me. The constant flashing of the seatbelt sign was the first thing I noticed. As I sat up to buckle my belt, I suddenly felt the twinge of pain soar in a burning flash down my back.
Damn seats, I thought rubbing my sore back tenderly, never can get a good sleep with them. My body still sore, I forced myself up and began to stretch, letting all the kinks loose from my neck and back. As I continued my routine, I suddenly felt eyes boring into my back, staring at me with an intensity. As strange as it seemed, it felt familiar.
Continuing to stretch, I angled my body slightly and let my eyes nonchalantly slip to the left of me. As my eyes wandered over, I found the owner of the prodding eyes. Hazel eyes stared intently at me, as if trying to remember my face.
Dressed in a crisply pressed, black, pinstriped suit and accompanied with equally black Italian shoes, he looked out of place. With his slightly dark hair hanging loosely around his cheeks, his hair swayed gently from tilting his head, his face looked like something I hadn't seen in a long time.
It looked.. innocent.
Yet, I knew that the innocent look was a very good rouse to use on others. Without letting my eyes slip from his figure, I waited till he was distracted and then carefully slipped my mission folder into my bag, concealing from his view. From my bag I also grabbed my makeup bag, needing my mirror.
Turning again slightly from the man, I opened my mirror and stared at my face, making sure everything was in place. I had to keep my appearance up now didn't I? Especially when I'm wearing a disguise.
I shifted my black wig slightly and applied more powder near my blue tinted contacts. I may be on plane, but that was no reason not to keep myself disguised at all times. I certainly didn't want anyone to recognize me, the rogue assassin.
As he continued to watch me with interest, I felt a sense of weariness begin to grow in my mind, alerting me that this individual may cause a problem later on. Shifting in my seat as to avoid his gaze, I faced the window. Yet, it seemed to no avail as I continued to feel his calculating gaze continue to burn at me from the back.
It seemed that I would usually run into old enemies that I had acquired through some of my past missions. When they found me, it never ended quite nicely. Frequently it ended with either violence and bloodshed or myself running away. Neither was a choice a liked to make. Whether it be one or the other, my past reacquaints were never in a very friendly mood when they found out who I was. And I certainly didn't want this man after my blood either.
Staring through the thick sheet of plastic, I gazed into the night sky. My breath caught in my throat.
I had never seen something so beautiful.
Velvety darkness stretched across the sky as if it were a long cloak, encasing tiny specs of stars in its wondrous shroud of many folds. I felt a small smile of appreciation grow on my lips as I continued to watch the sky through our descent. The stars may have seemed small, but their true brilliance seemed to be revealed to me as I watched with careful interest.
It may seem odd to hear of a person gawking at the sight of stars, but from within the thick folds of the city, you don't get this kind of sight. My apartment was located in the deep bowels of the metropolis I lived in where light surrounded you in a bubble, not enabling you to see the stars quiet as clearly as I did now.
In an odd sort of way, my heart seemed to recall beautiful nights, sitting on a roof and just gazing for hours at the stars. Yet my mind clouded these thoughts and the notion was dismissed from my mind in a cloudy spectrum as I continued to focus on the stars.
Soon, the wheels of the plan bumped roughly against the ground, sending my body jittering. As soon as we stopped, I grabbed my bag and waited until I could be let out of my seat and into the moving line. It was funny, but people always seemed to want to be the first one out. Yet, as the line kept moving, it seemed like there would be no brakes in the human traffic. Sighing, I settled back into my seat and tapped my fingers idly, waiting for the line to end.
As I spotted the last person getting off, I regained my grip on my bag and waited. As the person passed, my vision was unobstructed and I saw ahead of me. That's when my heart stopped a beat.
The man was still there.
I tried to play it cool. Grabbing my bag, I let my body slip between the seats and into the aisle. Before the man could get up, I strode as quickly as I could in my high heels out the prearranged door. As I made my steps quicker and more flat footed, I suddenly heard the heavy thump of a man's beating slightly behind me. A bead of sweat drizzled slightly down my forehead. Was he on to me? Did he know me?
As I began to walk faster, I heard the man begin to call out to me. "Miss? Miss, would you please stop for a second, I have to ask you something."
I'd be damned before I stopped to see him. Questioning, huh? I don't think so. I entered the gate door and quickly began to weave myself through the crowd. If there was one thing I was good at, it was getting past people, fast.
My body swerved as I twirled and turned through the gaps the people created. I knew the man was probably behind me, but I didn't bother to look behind. I had to get out of here before he caught up with me. I briefly heard him call out to me, but I didn't look back and continued to weave through the crowd. Soon, I was free and walking to the baggage claim and out of his path.
Yet, as I walked in the direction, as I turned the corner, I took a sharp left and veered myself into the bathroom. Flipping open my bag and pulling out my makeup bag, I looked in the bathroom and stowed myself into one of the bathrooms. It was time I changed my face..
~
Dammit.
I lost her. I thought I almost had her when she started in the crowd. She has to be going to luggage now though.
Reaching into one of my suit pockets, I pulled out a faded picture. Uncurling the edges which I constantly folded, I looked carefully at the wrinkled creases. A young girl stared joyfully through two strands of snow- white hair, carefully mixed with her head full of auburn hair. With a evilly playful grin stretched across her face, the I smiled at the picture, memories brought back into focus. Damn... girl, when are you ever going to come back to us?
Holding back a tear, I carefully folded the picture and placed it delicately into my pocket. Looking back up through the airport, I suddenly remembered the woman I was following and went back to the task of looking for her. As I turned around the corner toward the luggage claim, I suddenly ran into a beautiful blonde.
Her bag skittered lightly across the floor, a light manila folder sliding out. Helping her up to her feet, I reached for her bag and pulled the folder close to me for a moment, looking quickly through the contents as she brushed off her light red dress. As my eyes flew quickly across the paper, I felt my eyes suddenly widened as they fell upon some of the content.
Handing back her supplies and carefully placing her folder back within her bag, I apologized profusely to her and looked quickly at her. Brown eyes stared back at me, a slight red blush residing in the lady's cheeks. Ruby lips stumbled over words as she tried to apologize herself. I couldn't help but smile at the lady's nervousness. She sure was beautiful.
"Don't worry miss. I didn't mean to cause you so much trouble. I'm sorry. And don't worry, it's of no trouble to help such a pretty young miss."
The blonde blushed harder at my comment. "Sir," she drawled in a thick French accent, "I'm so sorry I caused you so much trouble with my clumsiness. I hope that you accept my apology. And. merci for being such a gentleman."
Her beauty began making me blush. Looking down slightly at my shoes, I suddenly found the ground a bit more interesting. It wasn't enough to let my attention stray from her for long though. I glanced back up and noticed she was doing the same thing as I was. Smiling, I held out my hand in apology and wished her a well trip.
Taking my hand she stuttered, "I hope for you to have a good trip too, monsieur," her accent becoming thicker.
I smiled and asked, "Where are you headed to, miss?"
She beamed and replied, "Bayville, sir."
I couldn't get off on how cute she was when she smiled. Shaking my head from my reverie, I simply let go of her hand and replied, "Well that's nice. I hope you have a good time there."
"I hope so too, sir. Take care, monsieur."
"Bye," I whispered as she left, her hips swaying slightly in the red dress.
Shaking my head, I smiled as I headed for the baggage luggage. Pietro would never believe me when I told him about this. I totally forgot about the lady I was looking for before. I had just met a beauty. Who cared about the other lady now? I felt a blissful grin light my face all the way down to the baggage claim.
I love France.
~
Well that took care of him. I quickly made my way into the bathroom once again and got into one of the stalls. Reaching up, I undid the clips that held my wig in place. Throwing it down, I looked at the wig in my bag before I pulled out a hat. Blonde was never really my color. Pulling on my hat, I stuffed my white streaks under my hat as I usually did.
Stowing my red dress into my bag, I pulled out my jeans and blouse. No use in staying in that thing and have him come after me. What a hoot. Now he's in love with blonde no doubt. I walked out and changed my contacts back to blue. Disguises have got to be the best part on my missions. Their so much fun.
I felt a chuckle rise up in me as I left the bathroom. What fun indeed.
~
Okay, I felt as if this was the best part to stop since I have to think about what happens next. I kind of come up with this as I type. I'll have to think of some more later. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the new chapter! And I hope you could at least figure out who the man was and the whole scenario after that. If you don't review and I'll try to tell ya. If you do, then.. Review anyways! ^_^ Well, before I write a letter to you readers, I ask one thing before you leave... PLEASE REVIEW! I LOVE comments and will always enjoy what you leave. Thanks. Au Revoir! (Goodbye.) ^_~