A shadow crept through the night, hiding behind anything it could find, a wall, a spaceship, or a crate delivering shipments of pizza. It crept closer and closer to what looked like a giant, demonic castle. Once it was a few yards away from two green-skinned guards, standing under a floodlight, it stopped.
It cautiously peeked around the corner at the guards while they were distracted by a game of rock paper scissors, and seemed to take a deep breath. Then, it cautiously stepped out from behind it's shelter and casually walked to another crate, making sure the guards saw it. The guards immediatley grabbed him and put his arms behind his back, whispering to each other about the intruder that had been prowling around for the past week or so. They pushed the shadow through the back door of the castle, the one they were guarding, and stopped inside to tie his hands, still behind his back, together.
One of them pulled a sack out of his pocket and pulled it over the intruder's head. As they continued to walk down the halls, they were suspicious of the intruder's extreme calmness and lack of struggle.
"Hey," one of them poked it in the arm. "You."
The intruder didn't reply, only kept walking along with them willingly.
"Hey, we're talking to you!" the other one said, clearly getting irritated.
Still, it didn't answer.
"Maybe," the first one whispered. "Maybe he's waiting for us to ask him something."
"Is that true?" the second asked, quite forcefully.
The intruder stopped walking. Quietly, he spoke.
"I have the right to remain silent, do I not?" the guards barely heard the seemingly male voice, but they understood. They exchanged glances and shrugged, then kept walking.
They walked for a long time, through the huge castle, and the intruder noticed several other workers whispering about him. He guessed he was a prize, since he had been noticed around the castle several times. He wondered if these guards were going to get a promotion.
Probably, but of course they didn't deserve it. He had been caught on purpose.
He had taunted guards, soldiers, delivery people, and several other workers with his presence, not to mention innocent passerby. As soon as he was an inch out of their reach, he seemed to dissapear. Under his hood, he smiled, thinking of the confused faces he had seen. They would most likely never realize that he had run away so fast they didn't see him leave.
Finally, they stopped, and the guards slipped the hood off of the intruder's head. He examined the door they were going through, and noticed it's symbol. A skull was there now, though under the peeling paint he could recognize an old symbol that had once meant a lot more than the skull did. It had stood for a whole race once.
The doors slid open, and someone was inside, their back facing him. He smiled, almost looking smug. He had finally made it into the throne room. In a moment, he was about to meet an old friend, who, over the long time he hadn't seen them, they had grown powerful. They would probably try to imprison him before they killed him, which was the inevitable decision.
All part of the plan.
An Author's Note (which will hopefully be rare): Sorry about the short chapter. I was trying to make it longer, and I'll try with the other ones, but I just couldn't find any more filler stuff. By the way, one of the genres is romance, but probably not gonna be too much fluff. Mosly violence, suspense, and exitement! Yay! But some fluff is probable!