Prologue~ "I'm going to push you into my evil, monstrofotous spacecraft! Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Anthony took her finger, pushing it into the door of his plastic spaceship. "Thats not a word is it?," Evie giggled "And my finger won't fit in there you silly alien!" "Then I'll use my devilish shrinking ray, you'll be smaller than a piece of corn! Pew pew pew!" Anthony sprayed her with a blast of cold water from his water pistol. "No. Stop it! You're just a big meanie!" Tears dripped from Evie's eyes, splashing into her bucket. Anthony sighed, taking a snotty tissue out of his pocket and handing it to her. Evie smiled through her sobs "This tissue is gross!" Evie flung it to the side of her, scraping her finger on a snapped twig. "Ouch!" Evie howled, in pain. Present~ Anthony's POV I stare intently at every inch of the crumpled photograph, lightly moving my thumb over the coffee stains on the edges. Shaking my head; I latch on to the handle of my old, oak chest of drawers. Pulling myself up, I hand the photograph back. It seems like we're still best friends, I haven't seen her since she moved away; since things started to go badly… "She looks easy enough." I say to Kyle. "Mate, shes five there." he replies. I cough embarrassedly, immediately going a light, pinkish shade. "Whatever. Anyway, what she being clocked for?" "I only deliver the assignments Ant. Boss wouldn't tell me." "Yeah course," I shake my head, "I'll see you when I'm done, ok?" "How long d'you think she'll take?" "A long time, Kyle. A long time…" Kyle shrugs, handing me all the information and photos boss has supposedly found. Nervously, I stuff them into a folder. "I'll just let myself out then Ant." "Have fun, Kyle." I pull the navy blue overnight bag, out from my creaky, bed; dragging it across the dull, green carpet. "The luxury…" I mumble. I shove my life into the bag and next thing I know, I'm on a plane back to America. ---------------------- Ok so I know this doesn't say much but I have a whole plot going. Sorry its so short :/.
I'm going to make it a million times longer next time but I was really eager to get this thread going!
Constructive criticism is encouraged but please don't be too harsh on me. >.< And this isn't much longer than the last, if at all. -------------------- Anthony's POV The plane journey is unpleasant to say the least. The amount of vomit exploding out of that woman next to me well, I don't even want to think about the specks on my jeans. The amount of force coming from the FULLY GROWN WOMAN's leg was incredible. Eventually the plane's landing and I push into the clutter of people retrieving their bags. By the time I'm on the runway my fevers up and I'm sweating like a frigging pig. My mood is down currently as I walk across the runway. My fringe is blown back by the recurring gusts of wind. Sighing, I walk through the automatic doors. I make my way over to baggage claim, searching with my eyes for that old, navy blue bag. Soon enough I spot the tattered handle and push through the the clammy crowd. Security eye my tall strong build suspiciously, they won't find it. As if I'd keep my weapons in my bag! Security goes smoothly, the metal detector won't catch me out. You see boss created this special protective layer. You dip your weapons into this liquid, wait for it to dry and bam! No more metal. My hired cab driver was waiting at the airport with 'Anthony Warner' scrawled across his board. He led me to his cab and I clambered inside, as soon as he shut the vibrant, yellow door I whispered quietly to myself "See you soon Evie. You don't have much time left…"