Double posting! Anyway, here you are:
Skyril walked into the London Sanctuary. She greeted the Administrator, who congratulated her on her completed task. Skyril kept a tight smile on her face, and readjusted her coat, knowing that underneath the fabric was a bomb. Bridget Whiplash, who made sure that the explosion would only be so minor that it would only inflict damage on Skyril, and no one else, had modified the bomb. Skyril sighed, knowing that the pen in her pocket was also being used as a tracking device and identity marker, checking the heat levels to match and check that it was still attached to Skyril. Somewhere, the three culprits where in a nearby pub with a load of computers set up, watching Skyril’s every move. Skyril could imagine that Skylara would be hunched over a red button, ready for any excuse to destroy Skyril for betraying them all.
Israel sat in a squished rental car with Skylara and Bridget in the back seat, while he sat at the wheel, drumming his fingers on the handbrake. Bridget was searching through the sides of the seats, determined to grab the twenty pound note that she was sure she had kept in her pocket. Skylara had Jodi’s pack of cards, and tried to do a trick.
“Remind me again why we didn’t make the bomb a real bomb?” Bridget said, trying to push her hand down further between the seats.
Israel just shrugged. “Because if she toyed with it too much, she could set it off.”
“No she wouldn’t have. I would have made a radio signal so I could just flip a switch and boom!”
“I doubt it would’ve been a rather loud boom.” Skylara muttered, trying to keep a card up her sleeve. “And if it hadn’t been, she- oh shit-” She paused as she dropped the Ace of hearts on to the floor as it slipped out of her coat sleeve. She picked it off the floor, and tried again. “-anyway, if it wasn’t a really loud boom, how would we have known that it had gone off? The pen is just a normal frickin’ pen. Aw, hell!” Skylara cried, as the cards slipped from her grip and fell across the leather car seats. She started to pick them up again.
In the distance, a man with shadows dancing around his shoes began to walk towards the London Sanctuary. Two others followed, under his control, and their abilities were crucial to this. This is what they had been planning for years. They had watched her, and they had watched the girl with black hair and purple streaks. If they couldn’t have the girl with rainbow clips, then no one could. They needed her, and they had want she wanted.
There was a red car in the area nearby. Three figures sat inside, one at the wheel, two in the back. The man did not see this as a threat, one of the girls in the back was focused of completing a card game of some sort, and the other two didn’t seem to react or turn to look at him.
He stopped, just before he entered the old Church building, abandoned and used as a cover up for the London Sanctuary. Some thought it contained History. Others within the magical realm knew that it had contained rats before an exterminator was called in. His two accomplices stepped in front of him and continued to walk on. Only four had survived his tests, his Science. His first two successes were with him, the third was being given different substances to give his body natural defences against Elementals at his creator’s home. The fourth had been killed, reason unknown, but the man had no time to care, and if he had, he wouldn’t have bothered to anyway. A fifth man who had been used as a assassin was found dead in America. And the man didn’t hold a grudge.
His first success was a girl with wispy blonde hair and green eyes that were a pea-green shade. She was a Necromancer, with her shadows linked within her Longbow and arrows. Each arrow fired would instantly kill anyone, the darkness succumbing them, swallowing them and eating them from the inside out. Her name was Amber, and the man had not even tried to remember any one’s last name, except those he thought were important. Amber was no exception.
His second success was called Matt, a boy with dark black hair and his Necromancer powers wielded within his thin black staff with a glowing black orb on the top. He staff gave off waves of shadows that knocked out everyone within a room. If they were hit with the staff in a close range, their minds would shatter, and they would elapse into eternal pain. There was no way to cure them, they could either live always screaming, or kill them to keep them quiet. His eyes had originally been green like Amber’s, but after all of the tests and nutrition’s and chemicals had been pumped into his body, his eyes were a light hazel that looked as if the tops were made of fragile glass. The man who had made them both didn’t care about eye colour, he just wanted the girl with blue eyes.
His creations looked at each other and nodded, both gripping their weapons tightly, shoulders back and relaxed. Amber and Matt burst into the Sanctuary, the door slamming shut behind them. The man stayed back, and waited for them both to return. He didn’t even hear a scream. Amber and Matt returned, bowing their heads slightly and opening the doors wide to let their leader in. He looked over the scene, and saw how each person was dead: the cleavers were all lying unconscious, limp and immobile, the administrator was folded over her desk, a arrow sticking out of her neck, and Mages and Sorcerers were scattered across the grounds trying hard to tear limbs off; they were going insane.
The man smiled, but Amber spoke up. “There was one, the purple girl, who darted off and distracted us for a split second. She used her power and she blinded us. We are sorry, we have failed you.” Matt hung his head, and Amber did the same, but the man just smiled.
“We’re here for the dark haired girl. Don’t worry about Skyril Oblivion: she will not be a problem for you two.”
They continued to walk down the halls, and watched all of the villains in these cells as they walked past, trying to find their target. One villain lashed out and gripped his hand around Amber’s neck. Matt quickly smashed him around the head with his staff, as he stepped back, trying to pull himself apart.
And that’s when the man saw her.
Noah Monetti had found his target, and she was waiting...
:L Cliffhanger or WHAT! Comment! And everyone update your fanfiction sites! I need inspiration <3 xxx