NOIR
by Jaded Faye
Standard Disclaimer applies. I dont own the characters I didnt create.
P r o l o g u e
Rain.
Falling hard as the gravestones in a dark Paris Cemetary. Hard as the blow to his head, fierce and unforgiving.His skull cracked on impact, and Thomas Sawyer lost all consciouss sense of the world around him. The struggle was over. The victor stood over him smiling, the stormy night sky a backdrop in a horrible image the boy could not see.
In fact, that smile was the only visible feature belonging to the man. The scarred twisted flesh of his lips seemed only further demented by the expression, bearing a row of yellowing teeth. There was more cruelty than mirth to be felt by it. The rest of his body was hidden beneath a shining black armor, the fingers of his gauntlets extending into terrible claws. The mask he wore fit tight around his head, ending in a point at the base of his neck, the rest seemed perfectly molded to his face, as if his image were emerging from the armored shell.
Someone was approaching. A figure entirely in black, his suite was elegant, his shirt silk, and he carried an umbrella.
" My Lordship."
He bowed, low, and deliberate. His eyes settling upon the young secret service agent who was sprawled on the stone walkway of the cemetary.
"They sent a child to capture the devil?" The servent queried, smiling as he straightened.
"They underestimate me. But soon, this world will know my power." His master responded, turning away from the lifeless form on the ground.
"I wish to leave this place at once." It was more of a command.
"But of course."
The rest of their conversation was lost in the rain. The body of Agent Sawyer was of no concern to either of the two men as they departed.