Board Thread:Fan Fiction/@comment-26767096-20160623013757

"You ready, Julias?" Thomas asks me.

"I was born ready." I say as I grin eagerly. We both stare at the door. It has a scratch across it, and the ground around it is scorched. It has a small sign on it: "THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN-" and so on. Quite a nice place for the Sunlight Trade.

Thomas shudders as he opens the door. Inside, there are dusty pictures on the walls. At the end of a long hallway is a dark office door. I sense that things are about to get bad and I take out my revolver. I stare at it - it's a unique piece, small but powerful. Good for killing rats. Not as good for killing thugs. Thomas and I push on.

"Get ready for a firefight.." He whispers to me as he takes out a long sword - the one he told me belonged to his father. Its silver edge gleams in the dark. I open the office door.

Nick sits in his chair, his feet on the desk. He smiles mischieviously at Thomas, rubbing his hands together. "Good morning, Mr Adford. I trust that you have the contract signed?"

"You idiot, Nick. We run the Sunlight Trade. Even if they kill us, we'll be martyrs! Heroes!" Thomas begins to laugh maniacally, pointing his sword toward Nick.

"I was hoping we could reach an agreement, my dear Thomas. I'm afraid you're going to have to die. And you won't be a martyr. Or a hero. Nobody will ever know what happened." Nick pulls a dagger and leaps from his desk onto Thomas, who drops his sword. I rush toward them, kicking Nick off of Thomas. I immediately raise my revolver and shoot Nick in the head - he goes limp, and falls to the ground.

"That was expected." Thomas laughs as I help him up. "He's dead. That's good. He would've lyched me with that dagger, and when you get lynched, you're not coming back." He says, slightly bitterly.

"We're going to have to get all those Mirrorcatch Boxes he stole from us." I reply, my hands shaking. I retrieve Nick's knife, now stained with blood, and put it in my pocket. I look back up at Thomas and notice a deep gash across his face, blood coming from it. I look at him concernedly.

He notices my look and grimaces. "I'll be fine. Might scar, though. Ladies like scars. Make you look brave." He manages. I grin as we empty out his office and take all his crates. Quite a day. Maybe tomorrow I'll get assassinated. Or maybe I'll shoot a master in the head.

(This Fanfiction is part 1 of many, taking place in the enigmatic location of Fallen London. You might learn some interesting lore along the way. It's fine if you don't understand a lot of it - more will come, and you WILL learn. Enjoy! ~Codebreaker) 