I find it funny. The more I write Dylan, the more I like him. When I first saw the movie I didn't really think about him one way or another. The second time, I really started to like him, and after the third time he's threatening to push Merritt out of second place. So here's a little Dylan drabble for ya. :) To those who have left requests, I'll get to them as soon as I can. I haven't wrote anything new in a few days (I wrote these last week) and it's been busy, but I won't forget about your requests! :)
Category: Gen
Setting: Pre-NYSM
Characters/Pairings: Dylan Shrike
Rating/Warnings: K+
Summary: Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Disclaimer: Neither Now You See Me or its characters belong to me.
Revenge is Mine
The day the stone was laid over the empty grace he swore his revenge. Not a tear was shed as he stood by the graveside, the condolences of the well-wishers, of the gawkers, passed right over him. His eyes remained fixed on the name carved on the stone. Lionel Shrike. His father, his last family, his best friend, gone forever.
And he knew whose fault it was.
He blamed Tressler Insurance and Elkhorn Safes, yes, but there was one who was more at fault then they. Thaddeus Bradley. The man who had lit the match that consumed his father. It was Thaddeus Bradley who had destroyed his father, who had forced him into his final illusion unprepared. It was Thaddeus Bradley who had murdered his father.
And he would have his revenge.
He didn't care if it took him twenty, fifty, a hundred years. They would all pay for his father's death. He swore on his very life they would pay. And Thaddeus Bradley would pay most of all. Revenge would be his.
Blinking a solitary tear away, the twelve year old boy turned and walked out of the cemetery, disappearing into history.