An eerie quiet coated the Kitchen located within The Castle That Never Was. It was barren, save for the blonde who sat in his respective chair, sipping warm tea quietly through a mug. In the opposite hand held an 'interesting' magazine, containing material that would even cause the stolid Luna Diviner to have a massive nosebleed. Bright blue eyes scanned the text and rested on the various pictures, less-than-guilty smirks arising to Number X's face.
And he was so absorbed in his contentment that he never noticed the little things he'd come to regret in only a matter of seconds…
The swish of the door being opened. Nobodies didn't need to use doors…
The tapping of feet across the ground. Nobodies could've portaled…
The harsh click of metal. Was that…a gun?
All it took was a few seconds…before…
Luxord stopped reading, finally sensing the presence of another in the room. But it was far too late. The man looked up, only to be staring down the barrel of a gun. Wide eyes traveled north, to see the owner was a cloaked figure, face concealed with deep shadows.
One of their own…
"No…stop…please, have merc—"
BANG!!
And all there was, was the thud of a chair toppling over and a body hitting the floor. And all there was, was the disappearance of the figure's presence.
Before silence took over again.
000000
This drabble is the introduction to a new story of mine, that I hope to start very soon! It'll be called Organization Murder Mystery, so look out for it sometime!