Authors Note: I send my apologies for not updating. Ive been extremely busy with school and such. But here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I STILL do not own LXG, but I'm working on it. Haha, just kidding.
"Why isn't she dead?!" M roared, back where the League had met minuets ago.
"She's practically untouchable! You know what she is, what she can do!" Dante answered as he shied away from an extremely furious M.
"Yes, I know what she can do! But that shouldn't change anything!"
"But how am I supposed to kill her when everything just falls right through her?"
"Try something that won't!"
"Like what?" Dante asked, getting frustrated trying to find a way to kill this 'girl'. Then, M tossed him a small vial of clear liquid. He was confused at first, but after reading the label pasted on the glass surface, he knew what it meant.
"But how would we get this to her? I can't be there with her to slip it in," Dante noticed.
"Yes…but that is where he will come in," M explained while pointing to a file lying openly on the wooden table.
Thank god! I thought as we finally reached our destination. The silence was almost too heavy to bear. We all filed out of the car similar to the same we boarded it. After doing so, I turned to the tall, dark building looming in front of us. Behind me I could hear Nemo and Ishmael talking to each other in the background.
"No, bring my lady to me," I heard Nemo command. Lady? What lady?
We neared the font door of the building (with Skinner making a smart remark. Something about the "charming spot" and "Jack the Ripper.") and Quartermain bravely knocked on the door. I heard the automobile pull away just as the cover of the peep –slot opened, revealing a pair of very dark eyes. The cover was replaced, the door slowly opened and a very nicely dressed man, leaning on a cane, was standing there.
"Mr. Dorian Gray?" Quartermain asked.
"I am, indeed," he replied.
"We come by way of M."
"Ah, 'M' for mystery. Well I told him and I'm telling you: I'm not interested." Dorian informed us as he was closing the door.
"Dorian.." He froze as he searched for the owner of the voice.
"Mina?" he asked, shock clearly evident in his voice. She merely smiled and entered the house, with the rest of the League in tow.
The interior of the house seemed just as dark as its exterior. Old portraits adorned the walls along the old staircase, each of them amazing. But there one spot on the decaying walls that wasn't occupied, and a square-shaped stain was evidence that a portrait had once hung there. Quartermain was quick to point this out.
We entered a huge room, with shelves and shelves of books lining the walls. What an amazing library, I thought. What I would give to have it.
"Scotch anyone?" Skinner offered as he began pouring himself a glass.
"Please, help yourself," Gray said sarcastically.
"Don't let it ruin your make-up," Mina added.
"I'm impressed, Mr. Gray. You take Skinner's uniqueness in your stride," Nemo complimented. Gray answered, and they all began a conversation as I studied the lined of books.
"A lecture, no doubt. You the nation's hero," I heard Mina state, motioning to Quartermain. "Dorian the eager listening boy,"
"Quite the reverse," Quartermain corrected. "It was Gray who was visiting the college…and I was the boy." Mina looked shocked and I realized that there was more to this Dorian Gray than I thought.
I thought I heard the sound of quiet breathing, a quickened heartbeat, and faint footsteps, and I shied away from the shelves as Quartermain pulled out his gun.
"What is it?" Mina asked as they all became slightly panicked. Suddenly, several men, clocked in black, appeared around the staircase surrounding the top of the room. Sounds of clicking guns could be heard as the all filed around the room. The last man appeared, and Quartermain turned to Gray.
"Gray?"
"They aren't mine," he said casually.
"They're mine," a voice boomed.