Just Close your Eyes
This is a short teaser installment. I'll add more later when I get around to it. Sorry to those whom I owe a email to, been busy with work and sleeping. So frigin' tired.
The Orignal name of this story was Close your Eyes but later got changed to Just Close your Eyes. :P This was inspired by a techno song called Pistolero by Juno Reactor album Pure Techno. I'll try to find a steam of it later. :P But it went from a simple story to something much more. And the main characters aren't your normal hero's, theifs, a elf and a werefox.
Without further ado, Just Close your Eyes.
"I hate robbing banks."
"Oh shut up."
A woman dressed in knee high pants, bare feet, wearing a stained, white man's dress shirt with the sleeves rolled all the way up with black suspenders holding her pants firmly in place, and a scowl on her face knelt down in front of a panel in front of a vault, pulling it apart and rearranging a few of the wires. She wore a taxi cap on top of her head with all of her hair tucked into the hat and it covered her eyes in a manner that you couldn't see her eyes just looking straight at her or from the sides but they were hazel, gleaming more on the green side then brown with frustration. Standing next to her was a tall lean male elf, long white hair pulled back into a low pony tail falling into his storm gray blue eyes. He wore a white dress shirt, but much cleaner then the woman's, black cloth pants that a hole in the left knee and hung a little low on his hips and black sneakers. He held a suitcase in one hand, and a rolled up brown leather bundle of something in his other hand. Both of them looked up at a shrill alarm filled the area and the woman made an angry sound before she turned her attention back to the panel she was messing with. The elf put down both the rolled up bundle and the suitcase and pulled out a plain katana with a black handle and hand guard. It wasn't as fancy as the others he kept at home, but it was the one that stayed sharpest the longest. And at times, sharp was all that mattered.
"You've got ten minutes at most babe, start working faster."
"I know."
The woman hissed out even as the elf took a protective stance in front of her, keeping his sword pointed at the floor for now as he kept a sharp eye out. He glanced over his shoulder when the woman made a stifled happy sound as the vault door started making sounds. She stood up; shouldering the Tommy gun she had kept tucked up against her body while kneeling and stood up on her tiptoes, kissing the elf on the cheek.
"I'll only be a few minutes. Hold the fort until I get back and secure a quick way out."
"Alright babe, take your bundle and the suit case and watch out for traps."
"Gotcha."
She grabbed the brown bundle and held it in her mouth, grabbing the suitcase with her free hand. He moved to open the vault for her, katana still in hand and he watched her walk in, reaching out at the last moment to caress her back lightly before she disappeared inside with a soft sound. He turned then, smiling to himself as he looked around and closed his eyes, keeping his ears open as he visualized the floor plans of the bank he had stayed up all night studying. There was no really quick way out unless she wanted to jump out of a window... he hoped she didn't want to do that... but there was an elevator shaft near by that was still being constructed... that was better then nothing. He positioned himself in front of the vault door protectively, holding his sword in both hands, still keeping it pointed at the floor. He peered down both hallways and closed his eyes and listened, straining every once of hearing he had... he could pick up a distant wail of sirens.
"Less then three minutes."
"Bite me!"
"Rather love you."
"If we make it out of this in one piece, maybe."
He smiled. And opened his eyes, blinking over his shoulder as a loud curse sounded from inside the vault.
"Trixie?"
"What?!"
".. You okay?"
"Not really. But just stay where you are."
He scowled then; he didn't want to stay where he was... so he didn't. He turned and peeked down both halls and listened quickly again, determined an estimated time for the police's arrival and then slipped into the vault after sliding his sword back into it's sheath that hung on the left side of his hips. Trixie stood on one foot, the other kind of dangling uselessly in the air whiles he was busy stuffing the suit case full of money, ignoring it. He walked quietly up beside her and crouched down, gently touched her ankle and blinked as a small pistol was pressed to his temple. Trixie was looking at him with wide, startled eyes and was breathing deeply. She inhaled deeply and put up the gun.
"Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"You have good reflexes."
"Oh bah... I told you to stay put."
"I didn't want to. What happened?"
"Nothing."
He frowned even as she closed the suitcase. He inspected her ankle closely, scowling at the obvious sprain. He reached out even as she turned slightly and blinked as he stood up, one arm the back of her knees, knocking her off balance with a loud yelp and caught her back with his other arm, sweeping her up into his arms as he stood up.
"I demand to be put down!"
Trixie growled out as she waved the suitcase around slightly, her other arm tucked firmly between her side and his chest, the rolled up bundle in that hand.
"Nope."
"Sirius."
"Trixie?"
Trixie glared at Sirius from under the bill of her taxi cap, her lips twisted up in a scowl before she pouted at him angrily and he laughed.
"That makes me want to kiss you."
"Just get moving."
"Yes'am."
Comments are welcomed. Critism, not so much. :P It needs work, I know such. But I may just be saying this cause I'm frickin' tired and have work in a hour. >.< Make it constructive if you must critise. :)
-Much Love,
Claire
Edit: I found a stream of the song I mentioned above. It's actually a Devil May Cry 3 music video, so if you ignore the female voices saying "Devil May Cry" here's the song. XD *giggles* I couldn't find the orignal music video if there is one. Anywho, HERE! *gets ready for work while grumbling the whole way there.*
P.s. The Devil May Cry series is a awesome fighter! *flees whilst cackling*
The Orignal name of this story was Close your Eyes but later got changed to Just Close your Eyes. :P This was inspired by a techno song called Pistolero by Juno Reactor album Pure Techno. I'll try to find a steam of it later. :P But it went from a simple story to something much more. And the main characters aren't your normal hero's, theifs, a elf and a werefox.
Without further ado, Just Close your Eyes.
"I hate robbing banks."
"Oh shut up."
A woman dressed in knee high pants, bare feet, wearing a stained, white man's dress shirt with the sleeves rolled all the way up with black suspenders holding her pants firmly in place, and a scowl on her face knelt down in front of a panel in front of a vault, pulling it apart and rearranging a few of the wires. She wore a taxi cap on top of her head with all of her hair tucked into the hat and it covered her eyes in a manner that you couldn't see her eyes just looking straight at her or from the sides but they were hazel, gleaming more on the green side then brown with frustration. Standing next to her was a tall lean male elf, long white hair pulled back into a low pony tail falling into his storm gray blue eyes. He wore a white dress shirt, but much cleaner then the woman's, black cloth pants that a hole in the left knee and hung a little low on his hips and black sneakers. He held a suitcase in one hand, and a rolled up brown leather bundle of something in his other hand. Both of them looked up at a shrill alarm filled the area and the woman made an angry sound before she turned her attention back to the panel she was messing with. The elf put down both the rolled up bundle and the suitcase and pulled out a plain katana with a black handle and hand guard. It wasn't as fancy as the others he kept at home, but it was the one that stayed sharpest the longest. And at times, sharp was all that mattered.
"You've got ten minutes at most babe, start working faster."
"I know."
The woman hissed out even as the elf took a protective stance in front of her, keeping his sword pointed at the floor for now as he kept a sharp eye out. He glanced over his shoulder when the woman made a stifled happy sound as the vault door started making sounds. She stood up; shouldering the Tommy gun she had kept tucked up against her body while kneeling and stood up on her tiptoes, kissing the elf on the cheek.
"I'll only be a few minutes. Hold the fort until I get back and secure a quick way out."
"Alright babe, take your bundle and the suit case and watch out for traps."
"Gotcha."
She grabbed the brown bundle and held it in her mouth, grabbing the suitcase with her free hand. He moved to open the vault for her, katana still in hand and he watched her walk in, reaching out at the last moment to caress her back lightly before she disappeared inside with a soft sound. He turned then, smiling to himself as he looked around and closed his eyes, keeping his ears open as he visualized the floor plans of the bank he had stayed up all night studying. There was no really quick way out unless she wanted to jump out of a window... he hoped she didn't want to do that... but there was an elevator shaft near by that was still being constructed... that was better then nothing. He positioned himself in front of the vault door protectively, holding his sword in both hands, still keeping it pointed at the floor. He peered down both hallways and closed his eyes and listened, straining every once of hearing he had... he could pick up a distant wail of sirens.
"Less then three minutes."
"Bite me!"
"Rather love you."
"If we make it out of this in one piece, maybe."
He smiled. And opened his eyes, blinking over his shoulder as a loud curse sounded from inside the vault.
"Trixie?"
"What?!"
".. You okay?"
"Not really. But just stay where you are."
He scowled then; he didn't want to stay where he was... so he didn't. He turned and peeked down both halls and listened quickly again, determined an estimated time for the police's arrival and then slipped into the vault after sliding his sword back into it's sheath that hung on the left side of his hips. Trixie stood on one foot, the other kind of dangling uselessly in the air whiles he was busy stuffing the suit case full of money, ignoring it. He walked quietly up beside her and crouched down, gently touched her ankle and blinked as a small pistol was pressed to his temple. Trixie was looking at him with wide, startled eyes and was breathing deeply. She inhaled deeply and put up the gun.
"Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"You have good reflexes."
"Oh bah... I told you to stay put."
"I didn't want to. What happened?"
"Nothing."
He frowned even as she closed the suitcase. He inspected her ankle closely, scowling at the obvious sprain. He reached out even as she turned slightly and blinked as he stood up, one arm the back of her knees, knocking her off balance with a loud yelp and caught her back with his other arm, sweeping her up into his arms as he stood up.
"I demand to be put down!"
Trixie growled out as she waved the suitcase around slightly, her other arm tucked firmly between her side and his chest, the rolled up bundle in that hand.
"Nope."
"Sirius."
"Trixie?"
Trixie glared at Sirius from under the bill of her taxi cap, her lips twisted up in a scowl before she pouted at him angrily and he laughed.
"That makes me want to kiss you."
"Just get moving."
"Yes'am."
Comments are welcomed. Critism, not so much. :P It needs work, I know such. But I may just be saying this cause I'm frickin' tired and have work in a hour. >.< Make it constructive if you must critise. :)
-Much Love,
Claire
Edit: I found a stream of the song I mentioned above. It's actually a Devil May Cry 3 music video, so if you ignore the female voices saying "Devil May Cry" here's the song. XD *giggles* I couldn't find the orignal music video if there is one. Anywho, HERE! *gets ready for work while grumbling the whole way there.*
Click to viewP.s. The Devil May Cry series is a awesome fighter! *flees whilst cackling*