Everywhere people would go they would be told stories about an assassin roaming the streets of London under the name Rioney Sicarius. A ghost, a shadow, a demon, waiting for people to offer money in return for killing those who were needed to be kil...
The story starts in episode 2 season 2 after Thomas Shelby met Alfie Solomons. I hope you guys enjoy❤️
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Hastily I turned around the corner of a bakery with my bag pressed against my chest. It was raining cats and dogs and I did not expect it to be colder than usual. I also hadn't brought my coat with me, which now seemed quite stupid of me.
Soaking wet and trembling of the cold, I roamed through the streets of London in someone else's smoke who walked ahead of me. The sky was gray and covered with clouds. It was gloomy today and everyone looked somber as well, except for a man leaning with his shoulder against a cold and wet wall. He looked neutral and paid close attention to the time on his pocket watch. Without looking ahead him, he started walking towards me, still paying attention to his pocket watch. Luckily before he could bump into me, I had dodged him and with confusion, I turned my head around slightly so that I could spot the man in the corner of my eye while shaking my head. "Nobody can outrun someone so smoothly. What's your name?"
"It is not important to know." I fully had turned around with my body facing his just to have a closer look at the man.
"If it's not that important, you could say it out loud, aye?"
"Fine..." I sighed, not willing to waste any time on him. "I'll level with ya, Rioney Gray is the name." I held up my hand.
"I wasted my precious time to investigate and find you so that your mother can meet you sometime, Mrs. Gray.... You have a light?" I shook my head to stay focused and withdrew my hand to dig into my bag to find a lighter for him.
"Your name?"
"Thomas Shelby, I think an assassin definitely have heard about me."
"Even more, I have countless murder contracts with your name on them." His lips curled into a small smile and he nodded.
"So why haven't you killed me yet, if I may ask?"
"Well, I have people who pay me more to kill the person who paid me to kill you, which makes me left with both their money, the first offerer dead and a contract I don't have to fulfill anymore 'cause that man is dead and I already got his money." I handed him the lighter and he grabbed it out of my hand, meanwhile, flipping open a little tray and slid out a cigarette to hold it between his lips as he lit it. He coughed by the smoke of his cigarette but still breathed it in until he had to blow out all the smoke.
"You also want one?" His eyes met mine again and looked at me questioning.
"I do not smoke." He looked slightly open-mouthed at me and then returned the lighter, nodding in understanding. He flipped the box until it was closed and hid it in his inside pocket of his suit again.
"Thomas Shelby.... You were talking about me mom?"
"M-huh... so you are curious, eh?"I rolled my eyes and started to get impatient with this man before me who was blowing smoke into my face.
"Maybe I will finish one of those murder contracts just for the fun of it."
"Tonight I will take me boat to Small Heath in Birmingham. I suppose it would be wiser of you to meet me at the docks after the clock strikes 12."
"At the docks?" He inhaled his cigarette for the last time and afterwards threw his cigarette away, blowing out the last smoke once more. "There are plenty of docks-..."
"Camden Town!"
He turned his back to me and took the end of his cap to say goodbye as he patrolled through the streets, disappearing from my sight when he walked around the corner. It felt like this encounter was wrong. Him knowing who and what I was meant it would be easier for others to discover it too. Although it would give me more offers, I probably have to sleep with one eye open to watch out if the police or worse are trying to track me down. Perhaps being famous as a cover was not as useful as I thought. I tucked my hair behind my ear and picked up the pace I was walking at before I was stopped by the man. Thomas Shelby, searching whole London for me and talking about my mom was incredible news.
Once in my life I had tried to look for my mother, but soon gave up hope. I was fine with living out of the parents and public's eyes. Yes, I was sometimes bothered by the police or the Italian mafia, or even Jews, but no one had evidence of my actions to even think of arresting me, besides, I was famous. People would make a big fuss if I was arrested without evidence. I noticed the sky started to get darker, making it seem like it wasn't a bright afternoon but a dim evening and I examined my surroundings, trying to find my car. I lived 30 minutes away from Camden Town which meant I had to find my car fast if I wanted to get home to pack my bag.
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Information About Rioney Gray:
Pinterest Bord: https://pin.it/5iE3G5s (it probably won't work, so you can copy it and then search it up on google)
House she lives in: 1 Cornwall Terrace, London, England. It was build in 1821.
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