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[ Devils Eyes ] by Dani Chapter One: A darkened shadow “Like,
Rogue! Can’t you keep your own, like, stuff on your own side?” Kitty
was pissed off. It was 11:30pm and she was trying to get Rogue’s calf
high black boots to Rogue’s side of the room. She looked over to the
Southerner. Many people had said Kitty was pretty in her time, medium
height, brunette, and sweet, but she was nothing compared to Rogue. She
was slim, petite and strong. Neither Kitty, nor any other team members had
seen her without her Goth make-up on except Kurt, and only because he was
her brother and they had been having a water fight. If the others had seen
her they probably wouldn’t have gotten over the shock. Her
hair was a reddish colour but with two white streaks through it. Courtesy
of a two bottles of hair dye but it looked great. Rogue
was sitting Indian style on her bed, eye’s closed. She opened one eye
and grinned. She put on a valley girl accent and fluttered her eyelashes
mindlessly. “If
I, like, did, like, that I’d, like, end up like you! And that would be
so, like, awful.” She closed the eye again. Kitty scowled and hurled the
boot at Rogue’s head. She waited for the satisfying thunk she hoped
would follow but Rogue simply lifted a hand and grabbed the boot midair. “Kitty,
don’t throw things around the room. Just get into bed and sleep, its
late.” Scott was tallish and, in some opinions, a tight ass. He had been
walking past in his PJ’s to do his teeth. Kitty glared at Rogue, this
was her fault. Rogue grinned again and winked at Kitty. She then looked at
Scott, and burst out laughing. Kitty looked over to see what was so funny;
then stopped dead. “Mah,
mah! Mr.Summers, the great and good X-man, in pink loveheart PJ’s!”
Rogue was rolling around on the bed laughing and Kitty was finding it hard
to stand up. Scott went bright pink as the rest of the X-men came out to
see what all the noise is about. “Look
mein fraulin, his face matches his top!” Kurt had started laughing to;
holding onto Evan for support and Evan was finding it hard to breath
through his guffaws. “Oh
Scotty, I had no idea, you look so pretty!” Jean teased, giggling like a
schoolgirl at her boyfriend’s blushing face. “Don’t
worry Scott, I think they make you look gorgeous.” He turned around.
Lisa Nack, newest member of the X-team, was coming up the hall. She
flicked her bleach blonde hair over one shoulder. Kurt and Evan groaned
whilst Kitty and Jean rolled their eyes. Lisa was rude, selfish, overly
bossy and tried to seduce any member of the team who was male, even if
they already had a partner. “Alright
everyone, back to bed. Come on, we have an assignment in the morning.”
Xavier managed to calm them all down, though every now and then one would
chuckle and the rest would start laughing again. “What
kind of assignment?” Scott asked, trying to maintain what little dignity
he had left. “Have
you all seen the news reports lately?” They nodded their heads. Someone
had been getting into the most maximum security systems and stealing some
of the most valuable artifacts seen in a long time. Incan
masks, the worlds largest gem collection, the Mona Lisa, the crown jewels
and the Stars of Africa where just a few. Then, even more mysteriously, no
alarms went off, no sirens, no one found out till the next day. A week
later the item would be returned, always with a note. The last one had
said: The crown didn’t suit me;
I’m more a ruby person myself. The Maharaja of India was not amused. “What
about it Prof.?” “We
have reason to believe it is all the work of one man. A mutant, though we
haven’t told anyone, since it would cause an up roar.” “But
Prof. Why vould zey do this, who vould have ze skill?” Kurt seemed just
as baffled as the rest of them. “Have
any of you ever heard the legend of the Guild of Thieves?” No one had.
“It is said to be almost 300 years old. The members are the best. The
smartest, sneakiest, most wanted. There is a rumour that one in particular
holds the ring of the Master thief, proclaiming him the very best in the
world. It is said that it is based in New Orleans. That is also where we
have detected another mutant. So, sleep well, tomorrow we go to New
Orleans. Oh, by the way, we have in the Mansion the Empress Emerald. I am
looking after as a favour to a friend. I tell this so as to warn you, do
not go in the danger room at the moment, it’s most likely you will be
killed. Goodnight.” They went back to their rooms. Kitty
looked over to Rogue. It didn’t matter how much they fought, they were
still team mates and, yes, almost family members. “Who
do you think this guy is?” Rogue shrugged, she knew no more than Kitty
did. “Probably
just the guards playin’ a joke. Goodnight.” They turned out the
lights. They
didn’t notice the shadow peering from the darkness. It watched until the
girls fell asleep and then slipped silently past the window. The
shadow smiled. This was going to be easier than he thought. He didn’t
know who these jokers were but it was going to be real easy to get out
that emerald. He waited until the one in pink pyjama’s fell asleep. He
twisted the window knob and slipped inside. The
Emerald was one of the easiest pinches he’d ever done. His eyes picked
out the infared beams straight away, his thief sensitive ears picking out
the near silent whirring of the motion detector. He moved so fast and
fluidly that he seemed a blur. His cards hit the laser depositors that
went off every twenty seconds, he slipped silently up to the glass case. C’est
marrant, this is boring. The code to the keypad was easy, the computer
hacked into in a couple of taps. The glass slid away, revealing the
emerald. The touch sensor was avoided, the emerald a cold trophy of
victory in his hand. He
was back in the hall. Walking silently past the bedrooms he checked each
one. Why not add to the bounty. They were well off. He continued until he
found a door. He opened it and grinned at the sleeping woman inside. She
would definitely remember him. He put down the note and slipped back out. He
continued down the hall. A boy with yellow hair was mumbling in his sleep
whilst a girl with bleach blonde hair was snoring like a rhino. He was
just walking past another bedroom, empty except for a young brunette, when
he heard a door open. He sprang quickly up, his mutant ability helping him
do it lightening fast, his other abilities doing it silently and sat on
the roof rafter. It
was a bathroom door. Out came a young girl, only about 15, maybe 16, in
nothing but a towel. The shadow looked closer, and almost fell off the
rafter. She
was stunning. Her hair was wet and messy, her slender figure wrapped in a
towel. She had full, reddish lips, high cheekbones and naturally arched
brows. But it was the eyes that did it. They were huge green orbs, the
same colour as the emerald in his hand. They were delicate and haunting,
and looking straight at him. He
once again thanked the gods for shadows as she shrugged and walked on. He
dropped silently behind her, tip toe, tip toe. She turned and opened her
door and slipped inside. He wanted to follow, what 17yr old guy
wouldn’t, but his instincts told him to leave. He
slipped out of the furry blue boy’s window, and walked across the lawn.
He jumped on his motorbike and rode off into the night.
An interesting steal, he thought.
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