The Bird Conspiracy [PruCan // ENG]

It Has Begun

This fanfiction was originaly posted on FanFiction (by myself.) Now that I'm close to complete it on this website, why not posting it here as well ?..

Pairings : PruCan (more or less...) slight mention of DenNor, FrUk, AmeDen and Sufin
Warnings : Yaoi pairings, blood, character death, coarse language sometime, awful mistakes.

Chapter's name : It Has Begun by StarSet.

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The blond looked into the scope of the gun he was holding. He was hided in a dark corner, on the roof of a building. In front of him, his victim, his target, the one he needed to kill to have his reward. He have stalk the future dead woman everywhere in the city until they reached where they currently were. It was the perfect moment to shoot her.

Click

It was the only sound that escaped the gear. He was lucky : His mentor, a man that he never seen, sent him a silent one, which are really rare to find, especially with that quality.

Once the murder committed he raised up, moving the gun down to his hips. He wasn't nervous, he did that so many time with so many targets. For sure, no one was suspecting him, which was a good thing.

He took out his white plastic glove and headed to the corpse to remove the bullet that was in the woman's heart. The blood, the guts, the bad injuries, nothing could change his stoic face now.

Once the bullet was out, he slowly started to examine it, knowing perfectly that no one would come to the roof for now. He removed his bloodied glove and put them in the pocket of his current black jacket. He had to wash it anyway, so what was the deal with adding a little more dirt to it ?

It's right then that his cellphone committed a small vibration. He mentally cursed. If his phone had done it some minutes before, it could had compromise the whole operation just because of his stupidity. He looked down at the caller ID.

It was his twin brother.

"Hey Al..." The assassin muttered, looking at the city from his point of view. It was night and the light the whole town emitted was one of the only thing the blond actually liked.

"Heyyy Mattie !" Alfred cheered in the phone. "Dad and Papa want us to visit them in Europe this week and I was wondering if you were going ?.."

Matthew sighed, remembering the promise he made to his parents. He said he was going to visit them a month ago. He also needed vacation after all the missions he completed. Using his sleeping money couldn't be so bad.

"Ouais I'm going, why do you ask ?"

"Because I want to take the plane with you ! Ya see, I was in Canada for a mission on my own and since I was close from your house and all, we could spend some time together !"

"Alright I guess..?"

"Cool ! See you tomorrow at the airport by 2:00PM ! Don't be late dude !"

And suddenly the American hung up. With a final sight, the assassin did the same. He took a last glance at the city and walked away, leaving the corpse behind him.

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Matthew was back to his apartment. It was small with only a bathroom, a bedroom and a kitchen/living room. Since the Canadian was always on the run, he had to move often. To spare money, he always decided to take on small places to stay. It's not like he hadn't money, god know he had a lot of it, he just didn't want to use it on things like that.

He took a basket and put in it all his dirty clothes to later wash them, when no one will be there to watch him do it. (He had to wash them in the building main laundry room as he didn't have one in his own apartment.) He opened the TV and took the milk left in the fridge.

"A new murder have been committed in the town of Toronto. A man have been discover, killed by shooting. The police are still on the case as the murder seemed to leave no evidence around."

Matthew shrugged it off. It was him that killed that man like, one week ago ? They would never find him anyway, he wasn't in Toronto by now. Not that he disliked the city, but he really needed a fresh new start.

He took out his suitcase from the bottom of his bed and started to choose what he was going to take to England, where his parents lived by now. He let out a small growl as he thought he won't have the right to bring his killing instruments with him in Europe, but it wasn't such bother.

He really needed a vacation from all this killing.

He threw his now full suitcase close to the door before jumping on his comfortable bed. He rubbed the back of his head, thinking about what will happen in this week.

It won't be like a vacation.

He will have to fake smile and laugh. He will have to be stuck with this horrible personality that made him timid whatever who was around. He will have to invent a complete life for his parents, for them not to worry.

He hated it, but what could he do ?

After taking a turn to the laundry room and closing the tv, he took upon the responsibility to take a shower. The hot water relaxed him as it made his way on his chin long, wavy blond hair. Once he was out, he directly made his way to his bed, not even putting his glasses on.

Yes, that was the only fail he had as an assassin. He had a terrible far sighed vision, making him as blind as a bat. At least, contacts and glasses existed.

Finally finding where his bed was in the room, he let himself fell on it. Oh that was another thing he liked. Sleeping. But seriously, who wouldn't ? It was on this note, that Matthew Williams Bonnefoy-Kirkland, the heartless assassin fell asleep.

But was he really that heartless ?..