Authoress: Well...I got bored AGAIN (I do that alot) and decided...I'll make a LXG fanfic. It will
NOT include any of the original characters. All the characters are created by my friends and me. Some have a story, some don't. Please read and review...also, here is the list of characters used and their owners. In addition, what they can do is listed. The little star things next to the name means they have an account on FF.Net. ENJOY!!!
The League:
Tobias Maxwell (DarkWolf)...The Mutant...Owner: Aster Anucarr*
Durgil...The Elf...Owner: Lily*
Myou Naito...The Hybrid...Owner: Maruki Doragon*
Maurilla Ignatus (FireFly)...The Demon...Owner: Me (Raksha NightStar A.K.A. Super-Pimp)
Tynstar...The Angel...Owner: Majik_Tripp*
Shizuka Takai...The Assasin...Owner: Kitsune
The good guys (Non-league members):
Adlan Michklovoski...The really rich old guy...Owner: Me
Nichel Telkner...The weird associate...Owner: Me
The Bad guys:
Linc...The insane psycho killer man...Owner: Me
William Rostcher...The evil informant...Owner: Me
Chapter One: Crazy people don't need guns...
SHARINGTON, ENGLAND
Sharington, England. The temperature was a chilling 13 degrees. Professor Adlan Michklovoski wheeled
his way around the large, quite warm, laboratory he had built in his basement. Grabbing random
vials and mixing them, he hoped they wouldn't explode. "Now...3.2 mililiters..no, no...its lower
than that.." His musings were interrupted as the doorbell rang. Jumping up from his chair, he ran
quickly to answer it. Trading his lab coat for an overcoat, he quickly shut and locked the door, and
made his way through the kitchen. Looking into the peephole to see who it was, he opened the large
French doors and let them in.
"Good evening, Dr. Michklovoski. I trust you are doing well?"
"Quite well, Nichel." The normal chatting continued as Nichel Telkner hung his coat and hat and they
went into the sitting room. There, the conversation changed drastically...
"Nichel, I presume you received my message?"
"Yes Adlan. The reports from inside connections are getting worse. I also have other news of
concern." He paused to seemingly wipe some dust off his pants.
"Well? What is it?"
"Our contacts are being killed off, one by one. First Demitrov, then Malnen, Cornof, Dregan...I'm at
a loss as to what we can do! There is no one as powerful, not to mention insane, as this man. Do you
have any ideas at all Adlan? We are going to need all the help we can get." Nichel stared at Adlan,
his eyes practically boring holes into his skull. Minutes passed, and Adlan remained bent with his
elbow propped on his knee, and his head in his hand. Nichel fidgeted after awhile, and began to tap
his foot on the floor. After the fifth time he tapped his foot, Adlan jumped to his feet and
exclaimed...
"I know exactly what to do!"
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SOMEWHERE IN TUNISIA, NORTHERN AFRICA
"KILL THEM ALL! LEAVE NOT ONE MAN, WOMAN, OR CHILD ALIVE!" The black cloaked figure stood atop a
statue in the middle of Brinkston park, laughing like a mad man, which of course, he was immediately
deemed as. "IF I SEE A SINGLE LIVING PERSON, I'LL KILL YOU ALL MYSELF!" He jumped down, amid the
screaming of the towns woman and children, and people running in fear, trying to escape the gunfire.
He continued to stroll down the street, occasionally stopping to look in a window, or stare at a
body on the ground. The entire time he was smiling, laughing to himself...
"Poor stupid bastards. Think they can outrun my gunmen, I almost pity them...almost..." A man in a
dark blue uniform ran up to him, panting and carrying a machine gun at ready to fire upon anybody
who came across his path alive.
"Sir! All townsfolk have been exterminated. Awaiting orders for the next mission Sir!" The man in
black smiled and turned towards his gathering men.
"Men! We have a problem on our hands! Someone is trying to stop us! Someone is trying to kill men,
and most of you! Naturally, I cannot allow this. We will set up base in this town. I want everything
transferred here and set up in less than twenty-four hours, or heads will ROLL!" as he screamed out
the last part, he threw his arms into the air and laughed. Not long after, another uniformed officer
ran up to him with a cell phone.
"Sir! There's a call for your from a Mr. William Rostcher." Taking the phone, the mans tone lowered
and he sounded a bit giddy...
"Ah, Mr. Rostcher! What information do you have for me?" The voice on the other end sounded much
different than his, deeper and much more worried.
"Linc, we have a serious situation on our hands...one I'm not sure even you can handle..."
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TOKYO, JAPAN
Myou Naito walked down the snow covered streets of Tokyo Japan, her long, black hair floated
around her in the wind, and she held her hand on top of her hat to keep it from floating away.
Standing at about 5'8", she was taller than most people on the streets, and had some other features
that stood out. One of those being her eyes, which were different shades of brilliant silver, and
also, if you looked hard enough, you could see light silver stripes on her wrists, covered
inexpertly with makeup. Her purple sweater was pulled down over her gloves, but that didn't stop it
from slipping up every now and then. She had snow all over the bottom of her jeans from walking
forever, as it seemed to her. She was fully intent on meeting her friends at the arcade on Kirimashi
Street, just 30 more blocks away but, unfortunately for her, she'd never make it there. As she
stopped at a cafe for a hot chocolate, an old man walked up to her.
"Excuse me miss, do I have the pleasure of speaking with Myou Naito?" She turned her head slightly,
silver eyes taking in every detail about him, and she seemed to be sniffing at the air around him.
Smiling, she turned completely and held out her hand.
"Hai! Watashi no Namae wa Myou Naito Desu. Onamae wa Nan Desu ka?" The old man smiled and shook her
hand.
"My Japanese is a bit rusty, could you speak in English please?"
"Of course. My name is Myou Naito, What is your name, sir?"
"Ah, My name is Adlan Michklovoski. Might we sit? In my old age, I am afraid my legs aren't what
they used to be." Smiling he took her arm and led her to a booth sitting on the opposite side of
her. She stirred her hot chocolate as he sipped at his hot tea. Placing his glass down at the same
time she did, he smiled once more and folded his hands on the table. "I suppose I shouldn't keep you
waiting. As I stated before, My name is Adlan Michklovoski, and I used to work for a madman. Now
tell me, you have heard about the massacres and towns being destroyed all over the world?" Myou
looked at him oddly for a minute, and nodded solemnly.
"Yes. I had been wondering about those, but then again, I'm only in high school. What exactly can I
do?" Adlan laughed and slightly pounded his hand on the table.
"But that's just it! You CAN do something about it! Your *ahem* 'gifts' are exactly what I need!"
Myou's eyes went wide and she leaned in towards him, grabbing his collar and dragging him to her
face level.
"How the hell do you know about that? Have you been spying on me?! I swear, if you.." She was cut
off when he held up his hands as a sign of defeat. Releasing him, she leaned back, crossing her arms
over her chest and glaring at him. Sighing, He stood and motioned for her to do so.
"Miss Naito. I think you will need to come with me. We have much to discuss...."
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SHARINGTON, ENGLAND
'Okay, so let me get this straight...You have assembled a team of people from all over the world,
who've NEVER even heard of each other, and your calling them the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen?
Furthermore, you expect them to work together and defeat a madman with money and weapons, even if
they have problems amongst themselves?" Myou was looking through some files Adlan had given her. She
kept going over them, trying to memorize everything about these people. 'If they're smart, they'll
do the same.' she thought as she finally sat them on the coffee table in front of her.
"Well, yes Miss Naito, that's exactly it. I have chosen people with extraordinary gifts from all
over this planet. They have been informed by my associates and hopefully, they will decide to join
us as you have..." Myou jumped out of her seat in the Doctors sitting room.
"I never said I'd join your crazy plans!"
"Well...your here aren't you?" She sat back down and crossed her legs, then her arms again. After a
few moments, she looked at the clock.
"So....when are they supposed to be here?" At this, the doors opened and a butler stood to the side.
In a snobbish sounding voice, he rose his nose in the air.
"Announcing Mister Tobias Maxwell and Miss Durgil." And in walked two of the most unusual people
that Myou had every seen. Tobias Maxwell was a teenaged boy, only about 17 or 18, with wild black hair, randomly streaked with red. He wore sunglasses and black pants, as well as a black shirt. In fact, he simply wore all black, right down to his gloves, which he didn't remove, along with his hat or his trench coat. He looked around and grinned, only slightly, then went back to looking bored.
Sitting he nodded a welcome to the Doctor and herself. The woman, Durgil as the butler had called
her, was incredibly tall. She had brown hair all the way down to her hips. Her clear blue eyes shone
brightly from beneath a blue hat of the same hue. Her creamy skin was hardly visible because of the
blue turtle neck and black form-fitting pants she wore. She also did not remove her hat, but hung
her coat up on the rack next to the doors. Walking over to Myou and smiling, she held out her hand
in greeting.
"Hello! My name is Durgil. You must be...Myou?" She cocked her head to the side.
"Ah ha, yes I am Myou Naito." She took Durgils hand and shook it, then smiled as Durgil sat next to
her. It was then that Tobias spoke.
"Yeah, fine. My name is Tobias Maxwell. I'm sure you've gotten just about every gods damned thing
you need to know about me from the fucking files here..." He glared at the manila folders, and his
foot began to tap on the floor. "How much fucking longer is this going to take?" He looked at Adlan,
who was hanging up the phone. Adlan looked at all three of them and grinned sheepishly.
"Ah, well..there seems to have been a slight problem. We have one more League member on the way here
right now, but...it seems our last member does not wish to come. We will.." He didn't get to finish
as the snobby butler opened the doors and once again stood to the side with his nose in the air.
"Announcing Miss Maurilla Dynthelin Ignatus." A girl with waist length blonde hair walked into the
room. Her hair stood out most, it being streaked with red and black. She wore a black leather trench
coat, which was quickly hung onto the rack along with her hat. Under the coat she was wearing black
leather pants and a red tank top. She had on knee high leather boots as well as fingerless leather
gloves with flames on them. The three inch heels added only a little to her height of 5'6". 'Wow'
Myou thought, 'Someone REALLY likes leather!' Maurilla had a half cocked grin on her face as she
walked over to Adlan and shook his hand.
"Hi! You must be Adlan Michklovoski. Maurilla Dynthelin Ignatus at your service!" She sat in the
chair next to him, and he finally continued speaking.
"Alright, now as I was saying, we will have to go and *ahem* convince him to join us...How does a
trip to Egypt sound?" Maurilla shot up in her seat, as did Myou. Grinning she looked at the other
girl and pushed her blonde, red, and black hair over her shoulder, then looked back to Adlan.
"Are you fucking serious dude?" Adlan rose his eyebrows at the way she spoke, though it wasn't much unlike Tobias' dialog.
"Ah yes I am, as you so wonderfully put it, 'fucking' serious. Our last member lives there and would
probably be more comfortable talking on his own ground." He stood, looking at each of them in turn.
"So, are you all in?" Tobias stood, looked at the others, and grinned.
"Fuck yeah." Myou laughed and rose out of her seat as well.
"Hai!" Maurilla stood slowly, and looked at the standing people, still with her smirk.
"I am so lovin' this! Count me in dude!" The only one not standing was Durgil. She looked around at
them, an spoke in a quite tone.
"But what exactly can we do? More importantly, what can you all do? The files say nothing about that
stuff." She stood as well but said nothing more. Adlan waited patiently for her to decide, and finally spoke.
"Miss Durgil, Although you don't know what THEY can do, you do know what YOU can do. Isn't that all
that truly matters? Besides, the others shall be revealed in time." She looked at him, then nodded.
"Alright....I'm in" Myou clapped and Adlan smiled.
"Very well then! Grab your coats and hats! I have a limo waiting out side to take you to the
airport, where you will take my private jet to the Cairo International Airport. In the limo there
are five suitcases, each filled with new clothing and weapons you would prefer, according to your
backgrounds. As soon as you have acquired our fifth member, report back to me for your second set of
instructions." With that, and a wave of his hand, they all practically ran out of the house and into
the limousine...
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Authoress: Well...what do you think? Bad? Good? You really don't care? Drop a review in my mail box!
I love anything, Comments, criticism, and even flames! Nuthin' bothers me, but remember, KARMA
dudes...karma...don't talk shit about other peoples stuff, because FF.Net is here for use to post
our writings, and no one really gives a shit about what you flamers have to say. So, go on and say
it! My mother is the queen of hell, and boy did I take after her....^_^ Have a nice day!!!
Raksha NightStar A.K.A. Super-Pimp
NOT include any of the original characters. All the characters are created by my friends and me. Some have a story, some don't. Please read and review...also, here is the list of characters used and their owners. In addition, what they can do is listed. The little star things next to the name means they have an account on FF.Net. ENJOY!!!
The League:
Tobias Maxwell (DarkWolf)...The Mutant...Owner: Aster Anucarr*
Durgil...The Elf...Owner: Lily*
Myou Naito...The Hybrid...Owner: Maruki Doragon*
Maurilla Ignatus (FireFly)...The Demon...Owner: Me (Raksha NightStar A.K.A. Super-Pimp)
Tynstar...The Angel...Owner: Majik_Tripp*
Shizuka Takai...The Assasin...Owner: Kitsune
The good guys (Non-league members):
Adlan Michklovoski...The really rich old guy...Owner: Me
Nichel Telkner...The weird associate...Owner: Me
The Bad guys:
Linc...The insane psycho killer man...Owner: Me
William Rostcher...The evil informant...Owner: Me
Chapter One: Crazy people don't need guns...
SHARINGTON, ENGLAND
Sharington, England. The temperature was a chilling 13 degrees. Professor Adlan Michklovoski wheeled
his way around the large, quite warm, laboratory he had built in his basement. Grabbing random
vials and mixing them, he hoped they wouldn't explode. "Now...3.2 mililiters..no, no...its lower
than that.." His musings were interrupted as the doorbell rang. Jumping up from his chair, he ran
quickly to answer it. Trading his lab coat for an overcoat, he quickly shut and locked the door, and
made his way through the kitchen. Looking into the peephole to see who it was, he opened the large
French doors and let them in.
"Good evening, Dr. Michklovoski. I trust you are doing well?"
"Quite well, Nichel." The normal chatting continued as Nichel Telkner hung his coat and hat and they
went into the sitting room. There, the conversation changed drastically...
"Nichel, I presume you received my message?"
"Yes Adlan. The reports from inside connections are getting worse. I also have other news of
concern." He paused to seemingly wipe some dust off his pants.
"Well? What is it?"
"Our contacts are being killed off, one by one. First Demitrov, then Malnen, Cornof, Dregan...I'm at
a loss as to what we can do! There is no one as powerful, not to mention insane, as this man. Do you
have any ideas at all Adlan? We are going to need all the help we can get." Nichel stared at Adlan,
his eyes practically boring holes into his skull. Minutes passed, and Adlan remained bent with his
elbow propped on his knee, and his head in his hand. Nichel fidgeted after awhile, and began to tap
his foot on the floor. After the fifth time he tapped his foot, Adlan jumped to his feet and
exclaimed...
"I know exactly what to do!"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
SOMEWHERE IN TUNISIA, NORTHERN AFRICA
"KILL THEM ALL! LEAVE NOT ONE MAN, WOMAN, OR CHILD ALIVE!" The black cloaked figure stood atop a
statue in the middle of Brinkston park, laughing like a mad man, which of course, he was immediately
deemed as. "IF I SEE A SINGLE LIVING PERSON, I'LL KILL YOU ALL MYSELF!" He jumped down, amid the
screaming of the towns woman and children, and people running in fear, trying to escape the gunfire.
He continued to stroll down the street, occasionally stopping to look in a window, or stare at a
body on the ground. The entire time he was smiling, laughing to himself...
"Poor stupid bastards. Think they can outrun my gunmen, I almost pity them...almost..." A man in a
dark blue uniform ran up to him, panting and carrying a machine gun at ready to fire upon anybody
who came across his path alive.
"Sir! All townsfolk have been exterminated. Awaiting orders for the next mission Sir!" The man in
black smiled and turned towards his gathering men.
"Men! We have a problem on our hands! Someone is trying to stop us! Someone is trying to kill men,
and most of you! Naturally, I cannot allow this. We will set up base in this town. I want everything
transferred here and set up in less than twenty-four hours, or heads will ROLL!" as he screamed out
the last part, he threw his arms into the air and laughed. Not long after, another uniformed officer
ran up to him with a cell phone.
"Sir! There's a call for your from a Mr. William Rostcher." Taking the phone, the mans tone lowered
and he sounded a bit giddy...
"Ah, Mr. Rostcher! What information do you have for me?" The voice on the other end sounded much
different than his, deeper and much more worried.
"Linc, we have a serious situation on our hands...one I'm not sure even you can handle..."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TOKYO, JAPAN
Myou Naito walked down the snow covered streets of Tokyo Japan, her long, black hair floated
around her in the wind, and she held her hand on top of her hat to keep it from floating away.
Standing at about 5'8", she was taller than most people on the streets, and had some other features
that stood out. One of those being her eyes, which were different shades of brilliant silver, and
also, if you looked hard enough, you could see light silver stripes on her wrists, covered
inexpertly with makeup. Her purple sweater was pulled down over her gloves, but that didn't stop it
from slipping up every now and then. She had snow all over the bottom of her jeans from walking
forever, as it seemed to her. She was fully intent on meeting her friends at the arcade on Kirimashi
Street, just 30 more blocks away but, unfortunately for her, she'd never make it there. As she
stopped at a cafe for a hot chocolate, an old man walked up to her.
"Excuse me miss, do I have the pleasure of speaking with Myou Naito?" She turned her head slightly,
silver eyes taking in every detail about him, and she seemed to be sniffing at the air around him.
Smiling, she turned completely and held out her hand.
"Hai! Watashi no Namae wa Myou Naito Desu. Onamae wa Nan Desu ka?" The old man smiled and shook her
hand.
"My Japanese is a bit rusty, could you speak in English please?"
"Of course. My name is Myou Naito, What is your name, sir?"
"Ah, My name is Adlan Michklovoski. Might we sit? In my old age, I am afraid my legs aren't what
they used to be." Smiling he took her arm and led her to a booth sitting on the opposite side of
her. She stirred her hot chocolate as he sipped at his hot tea. Placing his glass down at the same
time she did, he smiled once more and folded his hands on the table. "I suppose I shouldn't keep you
waiting. As I stated before, My name is Adlan Michklovoski, and I used to work for a madman. Now
tell me, you have heard about the massacres and towns being destroyed all over the world?" Myou
looked at him oddly for a minute, and nodded solemnly.
"Yes. I had been wondering about those, but then again, I'm only in high school. What exactly can I
do?" Adlan laughed and slightly pounded his hand on the table.
"But that's just it! You CAN do something about it! Your *ahem* 'gifts' are exactly what I need!"
Myou's eyes went wide and she leaned in towards him, grabbing his collar and dragging him to her
face level.
"How the hell do you know about that? Have you been spying on me?! I swear, if you.." She was cut
off when he held up his hands as a sign of defeat. Releasing him, she leaned back, crossing her arms
over her chest and glaring at him. Sighing, He stood and motioned for her to do so.
"Miss Naito. I think you will need to come with me. We have much to discuss...."
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SHARINGTON, ENGLAND
'Okay, so let me get this straight...You have assembled a team of people from all over the world,
who've NEVER even heard of each other, and your calling them the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen?
Furthermore, you expect them to work together and defeat a madman with money and weapons, even if
they have problems amongst themselves?" Myou was looking through some files Adlan had given her. She
kept going over them, trying to memorize everything about these people. 'If they're smart, they'll
do the same.' she thought as she finally sat them on the coffee table in front of her.
"Well, yes Miss Naito, that's exactly it. I have chosen people with extraordinary gifts from all
over this planet. They have been informed by my associates and hopefully, they will decide to join
us as you have..." Myou jumped out of her seat in the Doctors sitting room.
"I never said I'd join your crazy plans!"
"Well...your here aren't you?" She sat back down and crossed her legs, then her arms again. After a
few moments, she looked at the clock.
"So....when are they supposed to be here?" At this, the doors opened and a butler stood to the side.
In a snobbish sounding voice, he rose his nose in the air.
"Announcing Mister Tobias Maxwell and Miss Durgil." And in walked two of the most unusual people
that Myou had every seen. Tobias Maxwell was a teenaged boy, only about 17 or 18, with wild black hair, randomly streaked with red. He wore sunglasses and black pants, as well as a black shirt. In fact, he simply wore all black, right down to his gloves, which he didn't remove, along with his hat or his trench coat. He looked around and grinned, only slightly, then went back to looking bored.
Sitting he nodded a welcome to the Doctor and herself. The woman, Durgil as the butler had called
her, was incredibly tall. She had brown hair all the way down to her hips. Her clear blue eyes shone
brightly from beneath a blue hat of the same hue. Her creamy skin was hardly visible because of the
blue turtle neck and black form-fitting pants she wore. She also did not remove her hat, but hung
her coat up on the rack next to the doors. Walking over to Myou and smiling, she held out her hand
in greeting.
"Hello! My name is Durgil. You must be...Myou?" She cocked her head to the side.
"Ah ha, yes I am Myou Naito." She took Durgils hand and shook it, then smiled as Durgil sat next to
her. It was then that Tobias spoke.
"Yeah, fine. My name is Tobias Maxwell. I'm sure you've gotten just about every gods damned thing
you need to know about me from the fucking files here..." He glared at the manila folders, and his
foot began to tap on the floor. "How much fucking longer is this going to take?" He looked at Adlan,
who was hanging up the phone. Adlan looked at all three of them and grinned sheepishly.
"Ah, well..there seems to have been a slight problem. We have one more League member on the way here
right now, but...it seems our last member does not wish to come. We will.." He didn't get to finish
as the snobby butler opened the doors and once again stood to the side with his nose in the air.
"Announcing Miss Maurilla Dynthelin Ignatus." A girl with waist length blonde hair walked into the
room. Her hair stood out most, it being streaked with red and black. She wore a black leather trench
coat, which was quickly hung onto the rack along with her hat. Under the coat she was wearing black
leather pants and a red tank top. She had on knee high leather boots as well as fingerless leather
gloves with flames on them. The three inch heels added only a little to her height of 5'6". 'Wow'
Myou thought, 'Someone REALLY likes leather!' Maurilla had a half cocked grin on her face as she
walked over to Adlan and shook his hand.
"Hi! You must be Adlan Michklovoski. Maurilla Dynthelin Ignatus at your service!" She sat in the
chair next to him, and he finally continued speaking.
"Alright, now as I was saying, we will have to go and *ahem* convince him to join us...How does a
trip to Egypt sound?" Maurilla shot up in her seat, as did Myou. Grinning she looked at the other
girl and pushed her blonde, red, and black hair over her shoulder, then looked back to Adlan.
"Are you fucking serious dude?" Adlan rose his eyebrows at the way she spoke, though it wasn't much unlike Tobias' dialog.
"Ah yes I am, as you so wonderfully put it, 'fucking' serious. Our last member lives there and would
probably be more comfortable talking on his own ground." He stood, looking at each of them in turn.
"So, are you all in?" Tobias stood, looked at the others, and grinned.
"Fuck yeah." Myou laughed and rose out of her seat as well.
"Hai!" Maurilla stood slowly, and looked at the standing people, still with her smirk.
"I am so lovin' this! Count me in dude!" The only one not standing was Durgil. She looked around at
them, an spoke in a quite tone.
"But what exactly can we do? More importantly, what can you all do? The files say nothing about that
stuff." She stood as well but said nothing more. Adlan waited patiently for her to decide, and finally spoke.
"Miss Durgil, Although you don't know what THEY can do, you do know what YOU can do. Isn't that all
that truly matters? Besides, the others shall be revealed in time." She looked at him, then nodded.
"Alright....I'm in" Myou clapped and Adlan smiled.
"Very well then! Grab your coats and hats! I have a limo waiting out side to take you to the
airport, where you will take my private jet to the Cairo International Airport. In the limo there
are five suitcases, each filled with new clothing and weapons you would prefer, according to your
backgrounds. As soon as you have acquired our fifth member, report back to me for your second set of
instructions." With that, and a wave of his hand, they all practically ran out of the house and into
the limousine...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Authoress: Well...what do you think? Bad? Good? You really don't care? Drop a review in my mail box!
I love anything, Comments, criticism, and even flames! Nuthin' bothers me, but remember, KARMA
dudes...karma...don't talk shit about other peoples stuff, because FF.Net is here for use to post
our writings, and no one really gives a shit about what you flamers have to say. So, go on and say
it! My mother is the queen of hell, and boy did I take after her....^_^ Have a nice day!!!
Raksha NightStar A.K.A. Super-Pimp