“Alright, it’s settled,” Grandis said as she jumped to her feet and dusted herself off. Her clothes were in desperate need of a wash after today. Somewhere between getting her butt kicked by Nadia at the circus and crashing into a tree, Nadia’s clothes now sported numerous tears and stains. She wasn’t to upset about it, in her line of work she learned to never wear expensive clothes during a heist. The clothes she was wearing were easily replaceable and inexpensive.
“I’ll go look for Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb, we’ll meet up at the bottom of the tower at sunrise to begin our trek to my meeting spot with Gargoyle.” Nadia nodded along with Jean, they would have enough time to say goodbye to their respective surrogate families before heading on the adventure.
“I better get going, knowing those two, they’re probably walking into a police station right now asking for help locating me. I swear, sometimes I think those two acts so incompetent just to get some attention. I just hope that they didn’t wreak my plane.” Nadia and Jean shared an uneasy look and Grandis detect the look and noted that the teens were directing their eyes to the side of the railing. Curious, Grandis walked over to the edge and looked down. It was hard to miss the still smoking debris on the side of the Eiffel Tower. Even smashed up, Grandis recognized the crashed remains of her very, very expensive plane. The former thief said nothing as she walked silently away from the side of the balcony. At seeing the shell-shocked face of her new traveling companion, Nadia tried to see if she could cheer her up. When Nadia took a steep towards Grandis, she discovered a fact about her that she had never known, Grandis was descended from sailors and although she retained none of their sailing skills, she had learned how to speak like them.
“ @%&**()%^$^*&_+(&^*^&^?^&&**&!!!!” Jean and Nadia blushed at the different four lettered words that they had never heard before. Jean had heard a few when his Uncle banged his thumb with a hammer, but most of them were unknown to the boy genius. After making comments about defecating into the dead boy of two men, Grandis came down from her rage and gave the two freaked out teens a friendly smile before leaving.
“We may not be having my associates travel with us. It all depends on how fast they can heal from broken bones. Ta-ta for now, I’ll see you in the morning.” She stomped down the stairs with that same psychotic smile plastered on her face, when she was out of sight, both teens let out their breaths and shook their heads.
“Man, I thought she was scary when she was trying to kill use.” Nadia nodded to Jeans words and started towards the stairs down to the bottom of the Eiffel Tower. Nadia was so excited, she was going to start her adventure and find out about her roots. Questions that had plagued her for years would finally be answered. She’d find out why her parents abandoned her and why she was so talented in acrobatics. She knew that danger and horrors might await her, but with her tiny Jean at her side there was nothing that could stop her. Once her past has been settled, she can focus on her future with Jean. The future was looking bright and everything would be all right.



“Ahhhhhhhh! Make it stop!” The man screams as electrodes send waves of pain shooting through his body. You would expect someone that is being tortured to be inside a dungeon or prison, but this anguish was happening inside a plush room, in which rich paintings decorated the walls and fine silks were used to decorate the furniture and drapes. In a throne like chair sat a masked man who watched the torture with bored eyes. He sighed and picked up a glass of fine wine. A small slit appeared in the mask where his mouth should be and he poured the red juice into his mouth. Not bad, for something made by humans, he thought as the door to his room opened and one of his high-ranking officers walked in slowly. Even those in his favor treaded softly around him, in fear of bringing down his wrath with bad news or misspoken comment.
“Lord Gargoyle, we are ready to head to the main land and congregate to the meeting location for the human thief.”
“Good luck with that, tell me how it goes,” Gargoyle said with a smirk at the officers confusion.
“But sir, you yourself have said how important getting the Blue Water is, are you not coming?” Gargoyle rose from his seat and stalked towards the officer. The wailing man was in his path, so he kicked him away like he was garbage. The officer trembled as Gargoyle stood before him, even with the mask covering his face, he could see rage pouring out of him.
“Do not repeat my own words to me!” Gargoyle bellowed in front of his lower officer.
“I have invested much into getting back what is rightfully ours. I will not go because it is beneath me to be a collector. I’ve already forced myself to lower my standing when I hired that thief, I refuse to be nothing more then a messenger boy for our majesty. You will meet with the human, you will get the Blue Water from her and you will pay her in full.”
“But I have no money” The officer pointed out, to which Gargoyle huffed.
“Then pay her in lead.” Gargoyle saw that his statement was not be understood so he decided to demonstrate what he wanted. Pulling out his own revolver, he pointed it at the screaming man, a bang echoed through the chamber and the man stopped screaming, he also stopped breathing.
“Can you do that?” Gargoyle growled at the terrified officer.
“Y…e…ye….yes sir,” He mumbled. Gargoyle returned to his seat and beckoned for the officer to leave. Before he could leave he asked a question that had been on his mind since entering the room.
“Who was that man you just…” Letting the last bit hang in the air, Gargoyle smiled slightly. Both human like men looked at the quickly cooling body with different thoughts. One was worry and the other amusement.
“You know the leader of the rebellion on Gargoyle Island?”
“Was that him?” The officer asked as he pointed to the corpse.
“No, it was his son. I find it’s always better to make your enemies wish for death instead of granting it to them.” Laughter followed the officer as he headed for the ship that would take him to the main land; cruel, insane laughter.