‧˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦‧˚₊‧꒷꒦‧˚.⁺꒷꒦꒷‧˚₊‧꒦꒷‧˚.⁺꒷꒦‧˚.⁺‧˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦‧˚₊‧꒷꒦‧˚.⁺꒷꒦꒷‧ So...I'm basically back with another writing contest entry. Just enjoy because I have nothing else to say- Happy reading! ‧˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦‧˚₊‧꒷꒦‧˚.⁺꒷꒦꒷‧˚₊‧꒦꒷‧˚.⁺꒷꒦‧˚.⁺‧˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦‧˚₊‧꒷꒦‧˚.⁺꒷꒦꒷‧ "I...stop...get off me...please...I don't want to...die..." "In your dreams. Pathetic, you are," I spat. "Begging as soon as you can. Do you actually think that I do not know who you are?" I paused for breath. "You are Jarlath Eldritch Dorian, father to Draven Dorian and Bernia Wren Dorian, son of Hemlock Cadell Dorian and Eris Dorian, founder of the Dorian Tech. A company that slowly steals from their customers. Leader of the gang that terrorizes people in this city. And I must add, what dark names your family has." I said. Jarlath was shaking at this point. "How...how do you know all this?" "Why, it's easy when you have money, connections and someone willing to tell..." "I KNEW IT! WALDRON WAS ALWAYS-" "It wasn't Waldron. He helped me infiltrate Dorian Tech, not with this mission." "THEN WHO WAS IT?" I smirked. Even in the dimming moonlight, I was sure Jarlath could see it. "Nuh-uh-uh, mind your own beeswax!" My eyes widened and a crazy smile found its way to my face. "Why don't you have a rest? I'll make sure you get a good one..." "Thorn. Be a bit more dramatic next time, okay? I mean, you have to /really/ strike terror in their heart." I harrumphed. "How do I be even /more/ dramatic? Last night was pretty good, if I say so myself." "Last night was a test round. You still have not seen the real missions." "Last night was pretty easy. I mean, Jarlath didn't even keep his money in a safe. It was all behind the painting! How cliché can people get?" Morte sighed. "You need to stop rambling. Keep that up and you'll never be promoted." "Yes, Morte. Sorry, Morte." Morte rolled his eyes. "Follow me. You are needed in another mission tonight. Details will be explained later." Belial's eyes flashed. Literally. Belial's eyes were a gorgeous dark blue, so when her eyes flashed, her eyes could flash any shade of blue. I had always been envious of her eyes. My own eyes were a poisonous shade of green. Everyone preferred a more ‘innocent’ shade, like blue or brown or amber. I followed Belial, occasionally smiling at the strangers who were probably gaping at my unnaturally blond hair. No wonder, as it was a wig. Belial and I slipped into an alleyway (cliché, I thought), running down to the end and slamming into it. Our shoulders ached a little, but we were at least in the headquarters. "Ah, Belial and Thorn, just in time," Morte greeted. "Follow me." We did so and Morte led us down to the main meeting room. He clapped, and then had everyone's attention. "Tonight we are gathered here for another mission. A proper one, tonight, not a test mission." The room buzzed with excitement. "Tonight, ladies and gentlemen," Morte said, voice rising, "we are infiltrating the mansion of Natrix Saber!" "Hello! I am here for Master Saber's party," I told someone at Saber's gates. My, how cliché all this is. It's taking the fun away, I thought. "Ah, and your name is?" the person inquired. "Arielle Lennox," I said. "Ah, Miss Lennox! Welcome, welcome. Please do come in." I stepped inside, smiled at the person at the gates and went in. Round one completed, I thought. Now, can I fool the Sabers themselves? I was Natrix Saber's son's fiancée, and was supposed to be wedded to him in a few days. People congratulated me on my supposed wedding, not knowing that I was fake Arielle or that there was no wedding to be held. Natrix Saber's son, Phelan Saber, looked totally in love with me-as-Arielle. "Phelan, darling," I said, "I'm going to go to the restroom. I'll come back, don't worry," I added. Everyone- even the little old man who lived on the outskirts of the city- knew that Phelan was extremely clingy. I nearly sighed with relief when Phelan let go of my arm. Saber himself was still watching me. As soon as I could not be seen, I smirked. This was going to be easy. Or so I thought... ‧˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦‧˚₊‧꒷꒦‧˚.⁺꒷꒦꒷‧˚₊‧꒦꒷‧˚.⁺꒷꒦‧˚.⁺‧˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦‧˚₊‧꒷꒦‧˚.⁺꒷꒦꒷‧ Stopped it there because there of the suspense :D Anyways, might continue this series. If I do, it'll be in the somewhat distant future :D Do you guys think Thorn is Thorn's real name? What name would suit her better? What do you think will happen next? (I sound like one of those teachers T-T) ‧˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦‧˚₊‧꒷꒦‧˚.⁺꒷꒦꒷‧˚₊‧꒦꒷‧˚.⁺꒷꒦‧˚.⁺‧˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦‧˚₊‧꒷꒦‧˚.⁺꒷꒦꒷‧ Credits: myself and Claude Debussy (for composing Clair De Lune- the song in the project :D) ‧˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦‧˚₊‧꒷꒦‧˚.⁺꒷꒦꒷‧˚₊‧꒦꒷‧˚.⁺꒷꒦‧˚.⁺‧˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦‧˚₊‧꒷꒦‧˚.⁺꒷꒦꒷‧ P.S. this story was semi-inspired by my collab with , called 'Assassin's Knife'. Click this link to check it out: ‧˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦‧˚₊‧꒷꒦‧˚.⁺꒷꒦꒷‧˚₊‧꒦꒷‧˚.⁺꒷꒦‧˚.⁺‧˚₊‧꒦꒷꒦‧˚₊‧꒷꒦‧˚.⁺꒷꒦꒷‧
