Title: Standing in the Dark
Rating: I dunno
Author's note: This was just an idea that I had. I don't know if I'm going to add to it or anything. Let me know what you think
Summary: M\L AU I can't say anything else without giving it away
Standing in the dark, dank, deserted alleyway of 19th Century England, Max hunched his shoulders together in an attempt of staying warm. He hated assignments that required him to be cold. He was from the desert and hated the cold but there was no way around it. The bell tower chimed signaling him that it was time. He strode purposefully out of the alley and down the street. Rounding a corner he quickly glanced around making sure no one was about, reached into his pocket and vanished from sight. Unknown to him someone was watching from the rooftop of one of the buildings across the way. Instead of being shocked when he disappeared she smiled. “Time to have some fun.” Then she too vanished into the darkness of the night.
[ edited 2 time(s), last at 6-Apr-2002 2:46:25 AM ]
posted on 4-Apr-2002 2:04:36 AM by BlackKnight
So I'm like this extremely horrible person that starts fics and posts them and then can never be satisfied enough to post additions to them past 5 parts. LoL Trust me I think I've started like 2 other fics here that I never finished but I'm going to try and finish this one. I will try and get a part out tomorrow or Friday. I can't promise but I'll try my best. Thanks for the feedback btw, it's good inspiration.
posted on 6-Apr-2002 2:38:51 AM by BlackKnight
Author's note: It's still Friday for me so I'm not a liar persay, lol, anyway if anyone wants to read it here's chapter one, no clue as to when or if chapter two will accur:
Max walked down the dimly lit hallway towards the painting at the end of the corridor. Glancing at his watch he swore. He was two minutes behind schedule. Quickening his pace he reached the piece of art and placed his bag softly on the floor next to his feet. He began to examine the frame and back for any trick wires or alarms.
“You know for someone who is supposedly the best, you walk awfully loud.”
Spinning around to face his opponent, fist raised, he sighed. Glaring at the intruder, he turned his attention back to the painting. Realizing that they weren’t going anywhere Max quietly but forcefully spoke over his shoulder.
“What are you doing here?
“Isn’t it obvious? I came to observe a master in his element.” She responded sarcastically, her voice filled with mirth. Max let out a frustrated sigh.
“Is there anyway I could get you to leave?”
“No, just like all the other times. I enjoy watching you work.” She stared critically at his actions for a few moments. Max reached up preparing to remove the painting from it’s frame.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” She stated calmly.
“Well you’re not so be quiet.” He snapped at her as he released the piece from it’s frame, tripping the alarm. He groaned and shoved the painting into his case as quickly as possible. Max made a quick scan of the area, observing “she” was still standing behind him. She was following him! He didn’t have time for this; he had to get out of there as quickly as possible.
“Do you mind? I’m kind of busy now, no thanks to you.”
“Actually I don’t. I have nothing pressing at this time and watching you sweat is quite an enjoyable pass time. Although it’d be more entertaining if it didn’t involve museums and possible chances of arrest.” At his look of shock, she laughed softly and strode off down an empty corridor, making a motion for him to follow her. After weighing his options he chose to take his chances with her.
“Are you ever going to leave me alone and let me do my job?”
“Well it seems to me like you are the one following me now, is that not correct?” Her eyes flashed to his which caused him to take a sharp intake of breath. They were almost glowing in the darkness. Her speaking finally distracted him from his observations.
“It seems we are in the right place. After you good sir.” She indicated to the band on his wrist, which was flashing now. He looked at her one last time wondering how she had yet again managed to turn him into knots without even trying and pressed the button on the band, causing him to fade from sight.
She sighed in disappointment and relief. He was gone but now she knew that if she decided to go back he’d find out who she was. Was she willing to ruin her game just for a job? She knew for a fact he was clueless as to who she was and why she should matter to him. All he saw her as was a fellow player. One of more skill and knowledge but a player none the less, and she was going to beat him at the game, even if it meant forfeiting a valuable asset. Mystery. She shrugged, she’d make up for the missing mystery in the shock of being paired up with her. He hated partners and she was looking forward to making sure he hated her as well.