Board Thread:Fan Fiction/@comment-26767096-20160623140805

It's been nearly a month since the incident with Nick. We've continued illegally selling sunlight. Thomas is actually quite good at it, despite being young and inexperienced. We've been invited to see the leader of our operation - known only as The Graduate.

"I hope he doesn't try to stab me." Thomas says grimly as we stand outside his house. It's fairly plain, fairly easy to miss. Perfect for illegal activity. I nod at him as I knock on the door. A very short man with a long mustache and a completely bald head opens it.

"You better not be the Graduate." I groan. The little man scowls at me and motions for us to come inside. The place isn't much better on the inside than it is on the outside. It's still dark, plain, and easy to miss. Again, not a bad place to sell sunlight.

"Zee Graduate will zee you now." The short man says through a thick French accent. He motions us up the ladder to the attic, and we oblige. I brush a spiderweb out of my eyes as we climb up. There's a makeshift desk, and behind it sits a middle-aged man in a tuxedo.

"Good morning." The man says - is that the accent of the United States? - "I am the Graduate. I am very happy to meet you two. I was impressed with your recent dealing with Nick."

"How so?" I ask him. He smiles at me and places his hands at his sides. He begins to fumble for something in his pockets.

"Impressed enough for me to murder and replace the real Graduate. And now you're going to die, too." The false Graduate climbs over his desk with surprising agility and pulls out a revolver, kicking Thomas's sword out of his hand and putting the revolver to his head. "Stop moving or your friend dies." He hisses at me as I point my gun at him.

Suddenly, a gunshot rings downstairs. Beating on the door. Crashes, splits, and the sounds of a fight. Thomas's captor looks at the trapdoor quickly before looking back at me, grinning maliciously.

"What are you going to do once we're dead?" I ask him, scowling. He laughs and shows his filthy, rotting teeth.

"Don't you see, boy? I'm an agent of the Empress. I was sent to assassinate each member of Meridian House one by one." He says, moving his arms restlessly. I look over his shoulder. A girl with jet black hair silently climbs the ladder and narrows her eyes at the man's back. She realizes what's going on, and jumps forward to tackle the imposter. They back fall to the ground, but she's stronger, pinning him down.

"Destiny? How'd you get here?" I say, in awe at what just happened. She looks up at me and grins before picking up Thomas's sword and handing it to me.

"You do the honors." She says cheerfully. I take the sword and raise it in the air.

"Say goodbye, imposter." I say evilly. I bring down the sword on his neck.

He found it difficult to say goodbye, since he no longer had a head.

(Might not be as good as the last one. That's fine. The next one won't take place in a small room, where a man behind a desk attempts to murder Thomas. But don't worry, Thomas will get murdered quite a bit in this series. He's like my personal author's punching bag.) 