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Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Crime/Gangster · #1632643
Sorry if it is not finished. This story has Violence. 11 +

The winds howled in anguish as Coco stepped out of the helicopter into the dense forest. The blades started up again. Tick, tock clicked the Grandfather clock, in the middle of the foyer. Stephanie was waiting. “3 minutes late,” she muttered, but then faintly heard a soft tapping on the door. She grinned silently, and stealthily crept to her position beside the door. The keys in Coco’s hand rattled quietly, and to Stephanie, sounded like little bells jingling in the distance. But they were close. As Coco stepped in the deserted mansion he felt a gloved hand clamp over his face, painfully blocking all his airways. He slumped to the ground. But the doorway flung open, hitting Stephanie across the face, making her fly through the air, and hit the wall. She slowly got up, and lifted her head to see who it was.

Heavily armed, the Black Gloves stepped forward, the most vicious clan in the country. The leader stepped forward as a 960 bullet pierced his flesh. The bullet sped and dug into his head, spraying red as it did. He fell to the ground, letting out a groan of pain as he did so. Heads turned towards the door, the direction it had come from. If anyone had turn their heads a slight second earlier, they would’ve seen a black figure quickly but silently shrink behind a bush.

Stephanie took her chance and ran out the door. Gun shots were fired in shock, but no good aim was present. And she sprinted through the darkness towards the forest, the harsh wind wipped her long blond hair around her face. ‘That man must have the Orb, he MUST!’ She thought out loud. A deep voice chuckled and called out “I must shall I? You’re a smart one,” she glanced sideways, and saw a flash of an amused grin, before it disappeared. She heard another low taunting chuckle. She franticly tried to find him. He was in her sights now. She took out her star knife and through it. This time good aim was present. He cried out in pain as he got hit, and his hands moved to the concentration of the pain. It was her time to laugh now. She took his bag and commented, “Only an idiot would take the Orb along with them. The man smiled to himself, and to his fortune, Stephanie did not see. “Tark, I really think you could’ve done better, she said, holding a circular sphere in her hands. “So long, Steph,” Tark replied, with emphasis on the word, ‘Steph’.
Back at the “H.Q” Steph uncovered the Orb, and laid it at the feet of Spork. “Excellent, my dear, excellent…” he said, trailing off into his thoughts. Stephanie smiled. ‘Time and time again, the S.A.I.B (Spy and Assassin Investigation Bureau) get what they want. Their enemies, The Black Gloves, and the I.A.A (The Illegal Assassination Association) should get the learn that,’ she thought. The Scientist examined Stephanie’s find. Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud frantic shout. “A FAKE! A FAKE!!!” The scientist shouted. Stephanie stared in shock, her mouth open wide.

Coco awoke, frightened, with a sore head. He didn’t know what had happened. He had received a call from a mysterious man earlier that morning, arranging a flight to a deserted mansion, in the middle of the Amazon. He picked up the phone, to hear the recording of the message again. “You shall find an extra key on your key ring, use it to open the door. I will be waiting for you,” the deep-voiced man called out. Coco closed his eyes and fell on the bed.
“Tark! That… That… Creature!” yelled Spork in annoyance. “The Orb must be ours! OURS!” “Yes master,” replied Stephanie, “I promise I will retrieve the Orb, to rid of the I.A.A and evil, and to restore the city of Hondaea. Tears came to Spork’s eyes, “Yes, Hondaea.” Hondaea is where Spork grew up, and he was the happiest man alive, until the old I.A.A destroyed the beautiful city. They polluted waters, burnt down houses, bombed churches. Many people died that month, including one special person… Spork’s mother. Spork couldn’t bare it, so he changed his name to Spork Gip, from Timothy LightHeart. It broke his heart, and he has been dull ever since. He turned from the happiest man, to a dull leader of an organization. Yet, somewhere in his heart, he is good, kind, sensitive. That is why he works for the good side. Not only to get revenge on his rival enemies, but to destroy the evilness of them, so they will not do it to anybody else. Stephanie looked at the wetness in Spork’s eyes. “I..I… I would n-never wish it… Upon anyone… else.” He said quietly, while taking in a deep breath. “Yes master, yes,” Stephanie replied. Spork’s Right-Hand-Man signaled it was time to leave.


Scar took the object Tark held out to him, and examined it closely. “… That’s where I found it,” Tark finished. “It is the real thing. We now can do anything, we are capable of anything!” Scar yelled in delight, but sat back in his seat, and the shadows covered his face once more. Tark grinned in delight. “What is the first thing you want to do Master?” He asked. “Well… You found it, and you know a lot about it now…” He replied. “…So I get to choose what to do?” He asked, quizzically. “No… Not quite… You have already taught me everything you know, so I must destroy you, so you must not share the information, or use it against me!” He yelled. Tark stared, and yelled out in shock, just before he got lasered by a flash of a lightning bolt, by Scar. A low menacing laugh came from the lips of that evil mastermind that was completely unaware that he was being watched by the most trained professional in the S.A.I.B. Stephanie jumped from roof light to roof light, as the hung from the ceiling quite low, an were like large platforms. Chandelier crystals hung from the edges of the lights, with a large silver square in the centre of the light, so Stephanie could stand n the lights, without being seen. She picked off a chandelier crystal, and they all jingled. Scar sharply turned his head, but saw no sign of anybody. Stephanie quietly sighed in relief and dipped the crystal in poison. She aimed at Scar’s head and drew her arm backwards to throw, when a gunshot was heard, and dug into Stephanie’s hand. She cried out in pain and clutched the red mess in the other hand. She turned to see who it was. It was an employee of the I.A.A, trying to save his masters life. Scar was escorted out of the room by large bodyguards, and glanced back quickly, to glare at Stephanie.

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