Ok i just have to say something before we start: This is a rewrite of LXG. I'm just adding my character into the story. Ok, thank you Miranda de la Costa (shes a great author! go check out her stories!) from the reivew! Ok... now on with the story. sorry if this one is kind of long, i wrote down all of the lines from the movies
Disclaime: once again, LXG is not mine...im working on it though. ; Dneither is the script.
It had probably only been half an hour since I had fled my home, but it seemed like an eternity to me. My tears had run dry and ceased, but the rain continued to fall. I was soaked to the bone, and I was as cold as ever. I knew I couldn't keep going like this or I would surely die within a matter of days, but where else was I to go? The only relatives I knew lived in completely different countries and there was no way I could possibly last long enough to make it to either one of them. This is hopeless. I will die out here, I thought with little hope. All of the city slums I had passed could never possibly be a home to me, not after tonight. But one specific building stood out, lights beaming from within its walls. Maybe… I anticipated. Maybe I'll be safe there, for the time being at least.
I picked up my pace, despite the fact that the faster I went, the more the cold rain stung my body. I didn't care. All I thinking about was a safe, warm, dry place to stay. I reached the building's steps and was slightly discouraged when a thought passed through my mind: What if the door is locked? I was almost scared to know the answer, but I bravely approached the door, and pulled on the golden handle. And to my surprise, the large oak door slowly opened as I pulled. I could feel myself smiling, regardless that I was soaking wet, and I had lost the person who meant more than anything in this world. I slid in though the open door and glanced around, searching for any guards or people that might send me away. Seeing the coast clear, I began searching the halls for a place to rest. My search lead me to a dark stairway leading down into a basement of some sort. Now, anybody in their right mind would stay clear from a place like this, but I, someone practically going out of my mind, found it perfect.
I climbed up a few steps, getting more and more exhausted as I went. I finally just stopped, and collapsed on the wooden steps. I just sat there, water dripping from my hair and clothes, and gasping for air. If I ever needed a miracle, it'd be now. I thought, and it wasn't long until I fell into a deep sleep.
A slamming door woke me from my slumber, and I soon hear voices nearing my spot on the stairway. I became fearful that someone would discover me and would throw me out onto the streets as the voices were as near as ever. Please don't find me. Please don't find me. Please don't find me. I repeated in my mind as 2 men came into view. One appeared to be just another resident of London, but the other was an older man, dressed as if he was preparing to go on a Safari. The 2 of them passed by me and I waited for a cruel voice commanding me to get out. But I never heard it, just the quiet chatter going on between them. What's going on? I moved around slightly, to maybe try and catch their eyes, but they took no noticed as they passed by. I frowned, trying to understand why they didn't see me, but I just pushed the thought to the corners of my mind and decided to follow them.
We continued to walk trough a series of underground passageways, the 2 men still unaware of my presence, until we came to 2 wooden oak doors with intricate designs carved into the surface.
"And here we are, Mr. Quartermain.," announced the younger man as he took the older man's overcoat and hat. Quartermain? As in the legendary hunter Allan Quartermain?
"Oh, thank you," he replied, and he walked into a large room through the doors. I couldn't see much before the doors closed, besides the room and the silhouette of a man in a chair. I hid in the shadows while the younger man passed by me and walked back up to the top floor of the building. From inside the room, I could hear the murmur of a conversation going on between the man in the room and the man I inferred was Quartermain. I was curious to hear what they were discussing, so I pushed my ear against the door in an attempt to hear their words.
"Identify yourself." I recognized the deep accent as Quartermain.
"I'm known by many names, Mr. Quartermain. My underlings call me 'Sir', my superiors call me 'M'." the man replied casually. I could see the lights beginning to brighten from underneath the door.
"M." he repeated.
"Just 'M'. I must say the delight is mine, meeting so noble a recruit…to the newest generation of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen." A league?
"League of what?" Quartermain implied.
"There have been other times when a danger upon the world required the services of…singular individuals," M explained.
"How very curious," Quartermain observed. Then I could hear the faint tap of footsteps enter the room.
"This museum is full of the curious. Allan Quartermain, Captain Nemo." Captain Nemo? The Captain Nemo?
"I know of Mr. Quartermian." Said a deep voice, which I was guessing belonged to Nemo.
"And I know of you, Captain. Rumor has it that you're a pirate," stated Quartermian.
"I'd prefer a less provocative title," Nemo defended.
"Oh, I'm sure you would," 'Ouch
"Gentlemen, please." M intercepted. "Nations are striking at nations, every attack marked by the use of highly advanced weaponry. They've discovered these attacks are all the work of one man who calls himself 'The Fantom'."
"Very operatic. And what's in it for him?" Quartermain asked.
"Profit. These machines are his creation. The work of scientist he holds imprisoned. His attacks have every nation clamoring for the very weapons that assailed them." M described.
"Then it's a race for arms."
"And millions will perish," Nemo acknowledged.
"There's one last chance to avert war. The leaders of Europe are to meet secretly in Venice." M warned.
"And you believe that the Fantom will attack that conference?" Quartermain asked.
"If he can find it. We need a team to get to Venice and stop him. This team will consist of six members. You have four days."
"Four days to get to Venice? It's impossible!"
"Let me worry about that," Obviously,Nemo is their way of transportation.
"Well now, extraordinary gentlemen indeed."
"One of them is late," M noticed. "Harker. The chemist."
"Oh, chemist, eh? Do we get to blow somethin' up then?" a new voice boomed.
"My eyesight must be worse than I thought," Quartermain commented. What does he mean?
"No. Your eyesight's fine." The voice assured, and I could here the rush of papers being thrown down.
"No games, M." I could hear Quartermain warn.
"Sometime ago, a talented, albeit misguided man of science discovered the means to become invisible." M clarified. I've heard about that, I thought.
"Yes, I recall the tale, but didn't he die?"
"Well, he did, but his process didn't," said the voice. "You see, I stole it, and here I stand for all to see." The voice boasted. Stole it? So that means…he's invisible!
"Is this some parlor game?" I could tell the Quartermain was getting annoyed, or scared.
"Believe it," remarked the voice. Then there came a small clatter from inside the room. "Easy now, Allan! I'm feeling a bit of a draft in my nether regions. And I must say, it's quite refreshing," Ok…a bit more than we needed to know.
"Allow me to introduce myself. Rodney Skinner, Gentleman Thief. Now, I thought invisibility would be a boon to my work. Well, you can imagine, it was my undoing. Once you're invisible, it's bloody hard to turn back," Skinner explained.
"We finally caught him," added M.
"And they'll provide and antidote. But that's if I'm a good boy." Heh…I like this guy already! I laughed.
"And are you a good boy?" asked Quartermain.
"I guess you'll find out, won't you?"
I could hear a door opening. "Am I late?" a voice inquired, and to my surprise, it was female.
"A women's prerogative, Mrs. Harker." Replied M.
"Please tell me this is Harker's wife…with a sick note!" Quartermain pleaded.
"Sick would be a mild understatement. My husband's been dead for years," she replied.
"Gentlemen, Mrs. Wilhemina Harker." M introduced. Wilhemina Harker, the vampress! I wish I could see this! I thought, and at that, I felt myself falling through the oak doors and into the room. I was shocked at first, then embarrassed, I mean wouldn't you be too if you fell through doors in front of some of the world's most famous people? Oh great. I thought. I'm in for it now.