Pale Skin, Blue Eyes, Dark Hair | By : Marie81688 Category: G through L > League of Extraordinary Gentlemen Views: 1207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not Own League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen characters nor the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen itself. The characters that were not in the comic or movie are my own and created to enhance the story.I am not making any money from this . |
Author Note- Hi everyone! I just want to point out that this is a fanfiction based on the movie not the graphic novel. In this one Allan Quatermain didn’t die and the league stuck together. This is a story Idea that was bouncing around in my head and wanted to try it out. I hope you like it and please do not be too harsh on me if you don’t. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion.
Warning! There is gay love in this story but it will not be between any of the League men but with the characters I invented, so no worries there. I will warn people before a graphic sex scene comes up to they can skip over it if they like.
Light entered the room as a door was open and fresh air waft in the room as two men entered, Their faces not visible in the dim light as they came in farther. They were greeted by the owner who was smiling kindly but his greedy eyes betrayed him. He was about to speak to see if he could sell his wares when one of the men spoke. His deep British voice attracted some attention.
“We’re here to retrieve someone.” He brushed past the man without saying anything else holding a photograph looking carefully at men as he walked pass them. The second man wore a wide brim hat and sunglasses and had a less refined younger voice.
“Now lets not be hasty…by the look of things you have a pretty good business goin on…” He crossed his arms, “How much for a hit?”
“Skinner!”
The man in the wide brim hat jumped, “Right, never mind then.” He hurried past and to the other man who was standing in front of a body of a seemingly sleeping young man.
The young man wore button up white shirt that was yellowed in the poor light with a blood red vest and tight black pants. His leather boots laid not that far away and his black socked feet hung limply from the small couch he was laying on. His face was covered by his dark hair making impossible to be seen.The man identified as Skinner bent down and shook the young man whose hand twitched but didn’t show any more outward signs of being awake. He was shaken again and again didn’t move but his hair fell away from his face revealing a smooth ivory cheek.
The other man displeased with the lack of response pushed the couch with his foot tipping it over. The young man spilled out onto the floor narrowly missing the opium pipes that lay nearby. He moaned and pushed himself up to look around his bright blue eyes confused and not comprehending where he was.
“Are you Adrian Baits?” The man who tipped over the couch came forward still holding the photo. He stood over the other male squinting to see pass the smoke and darkness of the room.
The young man Started to get up his legs a little unsteady as he did. He swayed a little when he was on his feet but managed to stay up right. “I guess I am....” His voice was soft and barely could be heard , “Who is asking?” He was roughly grabbed and forced to walk to the door. He resisted slightly when his mind caught up with his body, “Hey…I do not have my boots…”
Sighing Skinner went back to grab them. The other man still had his grip on the young man and continued walking. When he was outside he forced the man into a carriage and went in himself and was closely followed by Skinner who put the boots down on the seat.
In the light of the day the faces of the two men could be seen and the fact that one was armed was painfully clear. The one known as skinner was wearing a wide brim hat and sunglasses with a large leather coat and gloves. His face was covered heavily by a white paste making him seem like a ghost.
The other was considerably older, his face was heavily bearded but wasn’t very long. It hid a handsome but wrinkled face that looked a little grim and serious. His clothes were of someone who just back from a safari, a tan vest over a white shirt and tan pants. His belt had a gun in it and there was a shot gun nearby.
The much younger man found the other two overly fascinating and sat in a dumb silence. He blinked slowly when The older man spoke.
“Adrian Baits, My name is Allan Quatermain and this is Rodney Skinner. We need your help.”
Author- So how do you like it? Please review!
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