The Weakest Link of My Chain

Blackout

The lights went out. A sudden blackout with no warning; no time to prepare. The occurrence only lasted ten seconds. In that timespan, an infinite number of events could have taken place. When the hotel lobby illuminated again, there was an eerie feeling left in the air, As if there were something... or someone missing.

The moon's everlasting glow, seeps through the car window door basking Chrollo's raven hair, all while radiating an illusion of a moonlit halo. His dark hair clashing with his ashen skin. His eyes an alluring obsidian, giving off a passionless feeling along the St. Peters cross tattooed on his forehead. His chiseled chest bare under his dark overcoat. Chrollo's appearance resembled a fallen angel. How ironic Kurapika thought, tightening the chains around Mr. Lucifer, restraining him from taking any action.This was too easy, capturing the leader. The Phantom Troupe leader who had massacred, murdered, and wrecked the lives of countless of innocents, is here bound by his own recklessness. He should've made sure I was dead, when he had the chance. The Kurta couldn't help, but smirk. The street lights hit Kurapikas pale skin manifesting a flawless creamy complexion, and spotlighted his rather feminine figure. The wig's blonde long locks complemented his fiery-scarlet eyes, reflecting the emotion within. Chrollo quickly recognize it; the face of revenge, anger, and despair. He had seen it on countless of his victims before they were killed. Chrollo glanced over to Kurapika and slyly asked, " How long has it been?" A moment of silence had passed until, Kurapika gritted his teeth. Well, there is no hiding it now, Kurapika concluded. His elongated fingers pulling the wig off, revealing his true appearance. Kurapika places wig on his lap creating wrinkles on his cheap dress pants. A moment of silence takes up the car, and all that is heard is the cars zooming by on the opposite side of the interstate. " You didn't have to hide from me like that, little Kurta", Chrollo added, " In the end, I will always find you". Find me? F-ind Me? Kurapika's eyes turned a bright red shade as he spat on Chrollo and tightening the chains around him further. " How dare you, You have done nothing ,but riot and pillage. Your very existence disgusts me, you horrible being! I hope you all rot for eternity",Kurapika vented. Chrollo just simply smiled, " I take it you missed me". The young Kurta was put a face of extreme confusion, and then his rage sparked causing his irises to burn bright shades of red. This idiot is mocking me! Kurapika was about to open his mouth, but before he was able to, Leorio gave him a death stare and warned, " Kurapika Kurta, calm down". Easy for him to say. " He's right Kurapika", Melony commented. Kurapika relaxed and stiffend. " I'm sure you know why I have taken you ". Chrollo only nodded. " Then, you know what I have in mind for you". Chrollo chuckled lightly at the meanless threat and gazed at Kurapika, " Here I thought you wanted to know where your clansmen's eyes were at". This comment only enraged the Kurta further. " Don't play games with me, Chrollo", Kurapika warned. His eyes filled with a deadly promise. " He's really not Kurapika, he's telling the truth" Melony piped. Should I entertain, this idea or should I immediatly kill him? But, they have Gon and Killua, so I can't. " You won't kill me, so might as well listen to my offer". Kurapika simply looked at Chrollo. " As you know, your clan was killed by my troupe for their eyes and sold to buyers in the Underground market. Every item I have ever sold has been copied by Kotorpi in case it needs to be tracked down. It is relatively easy,but the search will take year depending on where each of the merchandise is located". Kurapika's angers began to bubble as he his fist marked Chrollo red. " DON'T YOU EVER CALL MY CLANS EYES MERCHANDISE"! Chrollo was about to speak, but was immediately cut off by the sound of tires screeching, and suddenly two black cars appeared. One behind and one on the front of Kurapika's car. Chrollo's sinister grin could not have been bigger as one person gets off each car. There was a girl, with pink hair and blue eyes with what looked like string and the other a small man with jet-black hair and a blood soiled suit. Holy Shit, it's... "The Phantom Troupe, they finally came" Chrollo blurted his eyes darting to Kurapika who was shaking uncontrollably. What will I do? What will happen to Gon and Killua , not to mention, Leorio and Melody? Whos going to- Kurapika's thought were cut mid-way as Leorio and Melody were dragged out the front seat and onto the pavement, as a little man raised a sword above their necks. I should've just left with the Spiders the first time Chrollo asked. The sword swung downward, and Kurapika pushed himself out of the car and yelled, " STOP". " Don't you think it's a little too late, Kurapika", a soft, low voice whispered behind Kurapikas ear. Chrollo...but how... I chained him. Oh no... The Phantom Troupe leader tenderly snaked his arm around the Kurtas waist and pulled him onto his chest. It began to pour rain soaking the earth with water as the thunder clashes behind the them. "Listen now Kurapika, you have one of two choices, you either come to with me to my hideout and your friends leave. No spider shall go near them, but you will NEVER SEE THEM AGAIN. This will mean your property of the Spiders, you will be compensate, through the attaining the eyes of your clansman. You could place Judgment Chain on both of us if you'd like OR your friends will be decapitated at my signal, so what's your choice". Kurapika shivered at the thought of teaming up with Chrollo, but it seemed like the only available option that did not result in death. A loud boom came from above them as lighting fractured the sky. "I'll do it", Kurapika stated proudly. " Very well...my little Kurta" Chrollo purred close his ear and once a total blackout. 

CHAPTER ONE DONE SON