Author's note: Thank you everyone for the reviews! Here is a new chapter (In Gilbert's point of perspective), and I promise the next one will be updated as soon as I can get my hands moving. :3 The next chapter will be Roderich's POV, and it will be alternating, pershaps with a few exception.
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Zirkus des Leben (Circus of Life) Saga - Shape-shifter Adventure
Chapter 1 – Ode into the Guardians
Well, technically sneaking out of the World's famous circus with one of its prized performers was not such an easy task. And especially not with him, Gilbert thought as the albino carried the limp body up swiftly in his weathered arms in a deft motion. He scooted slowly by the pathway he came from, keeping his steps swift but silent. All that required was practice honestly, much as most would exaggerate it beyond the point that only the super-naturals could pull off the stunt.
Yeah, right. And I would be fried pancakes.
The corridor was narrow, with performers of all sorts that could easily take away your breath. Literally and metaphorically in a sense. The general population within the circus itself was in a ratio one to three; humans being the lesser. However, the trade was often abused. Often, Pursuers and Guardians enter the circus with business, Pursuers doing the selling and moving of captives while Guardians being the negotiators and at times, law enforcers as well. Gilbert shifted the load, which for some reason he thought the shape-shifter would be insulted if the thought were to be mentioned to him, to a more comfortable position as he paused no more than to check his surroundings and make sure he was not followed.
Wacky business and wacky people involved. Just suited for me, Gilbert Beilschimidt! The albino figured, a knowing smirk pulling at the sides of his mouth as he attempted to control his inflated ego from affecting with his task.
"I am just too awesome, that's all."
Then, something drew his attention away. A constant clinking sound, Gilbert paused in his steps. It was from Roderich's wrist, a small metal band encircling the pale skin that seemed to have done more than its job to mark the shape-shifter's identity. Ugly, angry marks scarred the skin that once would have never met such a fate, a broken chain dangling from the edge was what caused the 'clicking' earlier on. Gilbert cursed. This would have been enough to draw the attention of a warded item; let's hope that the Ringmaster is not inversed in those fancy circles.
The albino sighed and muttered a small apology as he forcibly ripped the metal piece off through the hand, tensing when the brunette flinched a little and furrowed his brows before his well-sculptured face. Gilbert relaxed as well, at ease when the peaceful expression came back on, though having no time to wonder why as he increased his pace. The brunette never posed as a burden to the albino, Roderich was so light that at one point of time that he needed to open a door, the shape-shifter could be easily carried with a single arm. The albino gave a small hiss at that.
Wonder what they have been feeding these performers, or should I say slaves? Finally, the pair made it to the drapes that held the way to freedom. Or maybe the start of another hell. Ignoring the negatives that protested in his mind, the albino got the brunette out. They proceeded onto a black limousine where Gilbert slipped in with Roderich, a soft sigh of relief escaped from the albino's mouth. The driver turned back and saluted. Gilbert had simply returned the gesture as he tucked the shape-shifter in carefully.
"Sir, where to now?" The curious face peeked back.
"Headquarters, don't want the shifter waking up and raging on me." Gilbert simply smirked, drumming his fingers on the leathered seat. His hands moved, busying as they clipped the (what Gilbert thought to be redundant) tag on his chest pocket that labelled: Gilbert Beilschimidt, Age 21. Senior Agent of the Wyre-Guardian Association.
Though for the good or worse, nobody knows as of yet…
Not too far away, a Russian cracks his knuckles in anticipation while the Hungarian stood silently by his side. A Belarusian joined soon after, walking with the precision and discipline of a seasoned killer.
"Ringmaster," the ash blond corrected quickly as the Belarusian bowed, sapphire eyes void from emtions. She merely raised a brow to the other, causing the other brunette, Elizabeta Hedervary, to shake her head.
"Natalia, follow them da? Nobody enters the circus and leaves without my permission, even if it is the action taken from the Guardians. No association messes with the Circus. Go. Both of you," the tall man ordered, fingering the metal pipe that he always took around. An almost sadistic smile pulled at the side of the Russian's lips as he glanced from afar. "It won't be long before the Association think twice before messing with me, Ivan Braginsky."