okay these next few chapters might not be too funny overall, but I'll try to add some interesting things. This sets up the plot for the rest of the story, so I guess you could consider this to be like a "part 2" or something D.
The Princess of Darkness
Chapter 13: U.S Bound
The ice cold wind sliced through Draco's dress robes and ruffled his already tangled hair. But he neither noticed, nor cared. His entire body was numb from both the cold and the shock. His life was over now. His father, and most likely his mother, was killed by the hands of these vicious mutant humans whom he now recognized as members of Requiem. And the woman whose hands were wrapped firmly around his waist and gripping the fine hair of the thestrals was to blame.
During these few minutes in the air he felt no pain, no anger, and no sadness-- only the depths of emptiness that rested in the pit of his stomach attempting to swallow what was left of him like a swirling vortex.
Finally, they touched down on the far end of London Harbor. They were shielded from Muggle eyes by a talisman made by the one called Arrow and the veils of fog that draped over their shoulders . A long black car with tinted windows drove above them on a Muggle street, then pulled over on the side of the road and stopped. Out stepped a tall man who looked no older that seventeen with messy black hair and dark tinted sunglasses covering his eyes. Faye, the three other assassins, and Draco climbed up to see him. He motioned that they step into the elegant car and they obediently obliged.
"I'm assuming that the mission was a success then?" he asked. He had a businesslike shortness to his tone, as if this was an everyday procedure.
"Yes sir, Mr. Director. According to Campbell, there is an estimated 18 target deaths including the prime targets, and 24 casualties," Faye replied in an equally level tone.
"Not to mention the captain's little 'pet,'" added Arrow, snidely. Faye glared at him, but the Director seemed interested.
"Actually, I was wondering that too, Ms. Thompson. Why did you bring a hostage?" he inquired.
"The boy showed promise in my last few duels with him, as you know Mr. Director. Also, his hidden powers were awakened, which could make him useful for our later objectives." she stated.
"Even though he is a human?" Arrow sneered.
"Please, Mr. Morningstar. Personally, I don't think that this person's race or species is important. If he can help us, then I would be glad to employ his services," the Director stated, "Now I don't think we can go around calling him the 'hostage' or 'Faye's little pet', can we? What is your name?" He turned his gaze toward Draco, who had been staring blankly out the window until he was addressed. Draco slowly turned and glanced at him, then proceeded to stare out the window at the passing cars and lights.
The one called Inferno knocked him over the head. "HEY! The Director asked you a question!" he yelled. Draco rubbed his head and miserably stated his name.
"Should we really be asking him questions right now?" said the boy who was called Cat. "I mean, we put him through a lot already, so shouldn't we just leave him alone for now?" He glanced around the car with a terrified look on his half covered face. "I mean, not that I'm telling you what to do or anything! I was just thinking that if I was in his place, with my family being killed by someone I knew and some other random people, that I would like to be left alone, that's all. . ." his light, shrill voice trailed off and he stared at his feet for the rest of the ride.
"He's right," Faye said while giving reassuring looks to the small boy.
"Fine. We'll get off at the airport. I have a jet waiting to take us back to Atlanta." said the Director.
Draco had never seen a Muggle jet before. Actually, now that he thought about it, he never cared whether he saw anything made by Muggle hands or not. The Director payed the airline attendants to remember that "they were never here."
The ride back was long and dull. At takeoff, Draco could feel gravity gripping onto him and telling him not to leave the ground. But once they were in the air, any interest that Draco had in flying in a giant metal bird died down. Once they were told to take off the strong pieces of cloth buckled around them, Cat got up away from Arrow, who was arguing about something with Inferno, to sit by him.
"Um. . . hi . . . uh . . ." he stumbled over his words as if he were walking on a tightrope and one mistake would send him falling to his doom.
". . .Hi. . ." Draco said wistfully. It was the first time he said anything in the past few hours.
"Uh. . . so . . . do you want something to drink or eat? It's going to be a long flight back. . ." Cat suggested. Draco slowly shook his head. "Um. . . look, I know it seems bad now but everything will be okay once we land. I know this sounds weird coming from me, but you can trust that we'll take good care of you, okay?"
Draco glanced at him briefly, then turned away. Cat got up to leave, but then he quickly turned around. "Oh, by the way, if you haven't already guessed, Cat isn't my real name. My real name is Aldebaron, but you can just call me Al!" he walked back toward his seat when Draco turned around.
". . .Al?. . ." he said slowly. Al turned around with a big welcoming smile on his face. His friendly lavender eyes sparkled behind his short black bangs.
"Yes?" he said happily.
Draco lowered his eyes to the floor. "Thank you. . . for standing up for me back there. . ." he said and turned back toward the window.
Al grinned even more. "You're welcome!" he said gleefully as he returned to his seat. Draco could hear Arrow tease him from the back of the jet plane as he stared out at the shimmering night sky.
When Draco woke up, it was already morning. The plane was just about to touch down in the airport. He remembered how to fasten the cloth strap around his waist. He had to admit, this was a pretty useful device. If brooms had safety belts somehow, less people would be falling off of them.
At that moment, Draco was bounced half an inch into the air. The rattling of the plane as it touched down threatened to turn Draco's brains into a smoothie of grey matter. None of the other passengers had a problem though; they were most likely used to such abuse by these uncomfortable excuses for magic.
When they got off, Faye suggested that Draco spend a few days at her house. That way, there was less chance of him being mauled by the more racist of Kaborean students. She also said that this would give him more time to adjust to his new surroundings. The Director agreed. Inferno joked by saying that she only wanted to take him home to do various naughty things to him, which earned him a blush from Al, a scowl from Draco, and a slap from Faye.
For a while they travelled together; they hopped on a bus to the inner city and traveled on a fast moving underground train that almost made Draco sick to his stomach until they reached a place called "Little Five Points". They went opposite ways from there; the Director and Faye's teammates went toward the main street, while Draco and Faye went down an alley.
The alley was brightly painted with a large mural on one side of the building showing many men and women accomplishing extraordinary Muggle things. At the end of the alley, Faye took out a piece of chalk and drew a complicated looking design on one of the walls. She placed a small jewel on one of her necklaces in the center of the design and the wall opened up to form a temporary portal to the other side. Once they walked through the portal, they saw what looked like an exact copy of Diagon Alley, except that there was a sign that said "Horizon Alley." There were many witches and wizards (most of them Kabora from what Draco could tell) buying late Christmas presents. Faye grabbed ahold of his hand and dragged him through the mess of people until they got to a less popular part of the road. Then they took a turn on a shady looking road until they finally stopped at an old rickety house that looked as if it would fall at any moment.
Faye looked back and forth suspiciously, then she unlocked the door and went inside, Draco dragged helplessly behind.
The first thing that Draco noticed about the house was the smell. It had an intoxicating sweet and smoky odor that drowned out almost all the oxygen in the room. The only source of light was the cracks in the windows, which allowed Draco to see the unorganized jumble of furniture and papers strewn about the living room. Faye led him around the mess of chairs and tables into what looked like a workshop. There were books and supplies everywhere, and the sticky sweet odor was strongest in this room. A low plucking sound came from the chair where a man was sitting hunched over a guitar with a hand rolled marijuana joint in his mouth. His oily long hair fell over his face and his ragged clothing hung over his frail and malnutrition body. He stopped strumming and looked over at Faye with sad tawny eyes and mumbled something incoherent. Then he continued strumming hopelessly on his guitar.
"Well, if it isn't our own personal Sherlock Holmes! It's good to see you too, Luka," said Faye, "Actually, I think I might have some work for you; that is, if you act a little more hospitable to our guest." Luka stopped strumming, set down his guitar, and stood up. He was at least seven feet tall with bony arms and hands. He swaggered over to Faye and Draco and held out his hand.
Draco took it, and Faye reached inside of her cloak to find a package. Luka unwrapped it. Inside was Draco's Nimbus Two Thousand and One. "I want you to fine tune this broom. It's a welcoming present for Draco." Luka took it gratefully and took it over to his work desk.
"Draco, this is my big brother. You're going to be living here for a while until we can find a good place for you at headquarters." Faye said, but Draco was too busy watching Luka with despair. It wasn't that he didn't trust his handiwork, but now he knew for sure that his old life was over, and that he was forced to live in this hellhole until he could find a way out.
okay i know that wasn't very action packed or anything, but just bear with me! Keep reading (and maybe reviewing every once in a while? would that be so hard?) so I know what i should and shouldn't be doing with this fic! Keep on the lookout for more stuff ahead!