So I'm finally posting some fic.... I'll just tell you now that my style of storytelling is somewhat... unique.
A Youthful Indiscretion
So it wasn’t the easiest mission ever. But I still sucked pretty bad. And now I’m here, bleeding. God only knows how much longer I have. Perhaps I saw it as another, “get in, steal something, kill a few witnesses, get the hell out of dodge” deal. I underestimated their forces. Hey, no one ever thought security would be so…… tight….. at a Pokemon center, of all places. Flygon couldn’t be THAT rare, could it? This meant only one thing: someone had snitched on me. I make a mental note to myself to kill the little traitorous bastard if I ever make it out of here alive. Most likely a stupid little grunt. The only ones dumb and naïve enough to try to rat out the youngest and most successful assassin in Rocket history. Nice try, I thought to myself. You may have managed to almost off me, but no one betrays the Black Tulip and lives to tell the tale. Enjoy your victory while you can. And I admit, they had me. Here I was now, covered with cuts and a nasty gash where the bullet had grazed me. Damn Jennys. I had managed to take a few of them out, sure, incapacitated a couple of them, but not before they took a few shots out on me. Shit happens, I suppose. Now I had an important choice to make. I could easily treat my wounds, but I knew that even then, trying to go back for more of a fight would be suicide. But returning without Flygon…. Impossible. The Black Tulip doesn’t know the meaning of failure, I had always told myself. Pride, sure, but I had a reputation to keep. And that reputation meant the world to me. My only other option? I could stay here, hidden, and die. Not that I feared death. Work as an assassin made it just another day at the office for me, and somehow, the idea of experiencing the same fate as my adversaries intrigued me. Yes, I think to myself, death would be nice. I clutch my arm where a bit of glass had cut me. The wound burned like an inferno, but somehow for the first time I feel….. alive. I watch, mesmerized, red blood flowing out onto the pure white glove, spreading like an oil spill. It’s incredibly beautiful. A sudden surge of pain from my head pulls me out of my perfect delirium. I realize I can’t possibly die without one final communiqué….it just wouldn’t be me. I pick up my radio. “Domino to HQ..... it seems that the security at EverGrande is far greater than we were led to believe… Agent 009 out.” There. Rather lovely, actually. No mention of my inherent demise. Just the least anyone needed to know. My last words. I allow the warm blood to flow out of my wounds, the harsh lullaby of the pain numbing me into a final sleep… so this is what my victims feel. Quite pleasant, really. As consciousness loosens its cruel grasp on me, I hear a low hum…. Hypnotic and inviting… luring me to the other side.
I'll post the other two chapters as soon as I get them typed.