Cold Chic (M)

[Sparda™]

These are just brainstorming about a book I have in my head. Dunno If you'll like it or not so I'll drop some pieces out of my mind and post 'em up here...

I must warn all that this work has mature content.



CHAPTER I

Untold

Page 1


Cold. Naturally being December in that quasi-Victorian home at the corner of the 72th street in the city where the night seemed so lonely, except a few stars which the brightness had decreased significantly... ...or so I thought at least.
For a few moments I remembered the memos I had written at the fridge just before Armin left.
He's lucky. I don't know why. Attempting at looking refined?
The endeavors probably. I do a lot of math.
Recently, we've been getting through with what our clients have been sending us - money of course - but in small quantities.
Tremendous isn't It? The life still goes on, the same amazing shiny little details like a virgin's fresh soft skin. Let me tell you that sex hasn't been my companion.
Could It be that I'm feeling such an asexual these times?!
Door's knocking. It's 2:56 AM. Better take some precautions.
"Who's there?"
"It's me, Armin. I forgot the rapier."
"Coming, coming."
"Hurry up. It's freaking freezing out here!"
I reached the door and slowly opened It. The old wooden pseudo-gate was still in good shape even though the home was built in 1691.
"About time. What's wrong?! You look kinda sleepy. Did you drink the bottle of 1230 - because that gives you some deep abstract brainstorming."
"Armin, here's the rapier. Now get the **** out of here."
"Rude son of a princess whore."
"Like you're any better. And close the damn door. Contrary to you, I care about my health."
He laughed. He always does that. He also was right I was drinking a 780 years-old red wine. Well, we have the cellar full of collections of various alcoholic beverages and whatnot.
Oh, in case you're wondering If we're some Prince Charming-s, and also If you somehow failed at simple math calculations, It's year 2010.
My eyes felt heavy and I gave in to Morpheus' temptation of sleeping.
Opened my eyes. Checked the clock - 08.17 AM.
Saw Armin's boots and some feminine long ones.
Checked his chamber and yeah, him with a couple of girls laying naked and snoring. Got myself downstairs and started cooking breakfast. Florentine eggs, bacon, fresh low-fat milk, fresh orange juice, strawberry jam and toasted bread from the bakery delivery guy which drops them regularly at 08.15 AM.
Footsteps were being heard at the corridor above.
Seemingly they were awakened by my passionate love for music, at which the whole house was seemingly vibrating to.
"Good morning."
"Good morning Armin. Slept well, I assume."
"Can't say the same for you."
"Made breakfast, as always anyway."
"You're the best cook. Ladies, get down and have some breakfast."
"Did they wash their hands at least?"
"Ha ha ha ha ha. You'll never change."

 

[Vergil'sBitch]

I quite enjoyed that first bit Sparda

 

[Sparda™]

Page 2


"If I do change none will make you breakfast like I do."
"What a wonderful smell. Armin, did you make all these?!"
"No, It was Albert. Oh Albert where are you going?"
"Work, as always."
"Will you wait till I finish?"
"At the cafe?!"
"Sure sure. I'll head there as soon as I'll be done."
When Armin will finish breakfast, the clock will be ticking near 9:00 AM, and I'd be eating my chocolate-filled croissant at the cafe, drinking a cappuccino with a glass-bottled water.
Armin then was entering the cafe, unusually, he was doing It while the time was only 8:36 AM.
"So soon?"
He was relaxing on the leather sofa in front of me. Looked exhausted.
"Another round?"
He nodded.
"Oh dear. You ate at least?"
He nodded again but this time negatively towards my question.
"Garcon! Un otre croissant avec une cappuccino."
"Oui monsieur."
"Vitte!"
"Thanks Albert."
Armin slowly pulled the rapier and slammed It on the oak-wooden table. I was sort of startled, very rare of myself to get startled by what he does.
"Everything OK?"
"It's almost near the deadline. You know what I'm talking about."
I was staring him in the eyes and then drank some cappuccino. The waiter was serving Armin meanwhile.
"Merci, garcon."
"So, what are we going to do about the deadline?"
Before any of you start asking yourselves what the deadline is, I'll explain It thoroughly in details.

D E A D L I N E

It was our damn fault messing with things beyond our powers. In one of our treks throughout this planet, back in 1031 in modern Italy, in Florence to be precise, we were on a mission to hunt down an exorcist. There were rumors about this golden plate which was thought to come out of the sky and land on the city center.
The Florentines thought It was a sign of God about an upcoming cataclysm.
Despite some casualties and some destroyed buildings near the area, the citizens extracted the golden plate and put It somewhere safe.
From rumors again, there were some inscriptions on this plate which were of a language unknown to them, probably of an alien civilization If we take in account the rumors.
This peaked our interest so we went out there to seek this artifact and discover its true nature.

 

[Angelo Credo]

Fairly good read, your brainstorms are always quite interesting.

Just do keep in mind that if you're going to have mature content, keep it (15) rating at least, please, I'm sure you know but this ain't the place for E Lit style writing.