Seiichi's Prov.

I quickly closed the door to my hide out, still cursing under my breath. That stupid little b***h managed to steal my death guns, my twin silver guns that I had been working two years on! I arrived to my hide out and locked my door with its many locks, jumping into my beanbag chair and sighing, this seat always comforted me.

            “It doesn’t matter.” I mumbled to myself. “I got all this things I needed”

I rolled off my beanbag chair and walked towards a banged up desk I had used as a punching bag when I was at my angriest. I came across my plans which were neatly laid out. It was blue prints of the Empire State Building, a place that always stood so proudly, cutting through the skies and making people think that the sky was truly the limit. I wonder what would happen if that great monument went crashing to the ground?

My plan was simple really….blow it up and watch it erupt into fireworks. I’ve always loved fireworks, so pretty and vibrant. I had all the explosives needed. The empire state building would be blown from bottom to top; most of the explosives would be on the bottom. I scanned through my plans again, wanting the image to forever remain in my mind. Only thing that needed to be done was a sweep through the place, which would be fairly simple. I needed to find week points in the building, which would take place at night, see how many guards would need to be taken out and finally think up a good enough distraction that would draw the civilian’s attention.

            I yawned, my unusually long canine pointing out like vampire fangs. I rubbed my eyes and soon collapsed in a pile of large pillows. I curled into them, not wanting to get cold- even though the room was fairly hot. I closed my eyes and passed out.

 

            The morning sun leaked through my semi closed curtains, I was already up shining one of my favorite weapons, a large, hand held machine gun that fit in my grip like a dream. I ran the handkerchief over the name engraved in it, reading Big Marcie is big letters. This one gun had taken out lives of all who stood in my way. I hugged it close to my face and mumbled “Big Marcie, we’re gonna take something big out tonight.”

I set my weapon down and began to put my weaponry into my clothing. After years of being chased by the FBI and police, I had trained myself to hide a large amount of weapons in my clothes, almost covering my whole body in metal. I could take out a samurai sword from my bra if I wanted to.

            Today I wore tourist clothes, a baggy Hawaiian shirt and orange kayaks, slippers on my feet and rubbed flip flops on my feet. A large camera around my neck and a hat to top it off, I slipped on my glasses to cover my eyes. My eyes were always a give away. I opened the door, glad that I had the sunglasses on because the sun was blinding me, and looked around. There were no signs of cops anywhere near so I slipped out and started out on my mission. I walked around, getting a lot of looks from the citizens of New York, they thought I was weird.

Look elsewhere b*****s! I thought angrily, I hated crowds they made me want to shoot them all down. But thinking like that made me think of my childhood, I hated thinking of it. I came to a group of tourist, so much easier because I could blend, and slipped in. They were all loading onto a big read bus where the tours would begin. I would need to remain patient and try to sustain my hunger for screams at the moment.

An hour and thirty minutes later

            “And here is the Empire State building.” The tour guide said.

I was blinking awake now, rubbing my eyes. I panicked briefly, thinking we had passed my destination but the tour guide reassured me that we were exactly where I needed to be. The tour guides and me loaded off the bus and inside the girl skyscraper. I heard the clicking of cameras, so I followed the example- except, I wasn’t taking pictures of the building. I was zooming into the cameras hiding in the buildings mirror walls. My camera was specially designed to locate cameras, even when hidden. I count eighty three cameras on the outside and around sixty security guards, now for the inside. We all followed inside, the tour guide giving us a history of the great monument. It was cold and the inside was filled with diagrams. The tourists dispersed, me looking around with my camera in my hands. I took photo’s everywhere, counting all together fifty more cameras and twenty guards- heavily armed. I went into the elevator, alone. I looked around; above me was an air vent that led to the outside of the elevator. Perfect escape for me, I took a photo. I spotted heat seeking cameras hidden in the corner, two pairs all together.

            Aside from the cameras, this mission would be a piece of cake. I exited the elevator when I arrived to the top, feeling the cold air rush past me. I stepped out, seeing a crowd of children looking over the edge. It was tempting to just take one by the scruff and throw him over but I resisted the urge. I looked around, no cameras here only the helicopter that orbited the building, which I noticed was filled with more guards. I took a quick picture and headed back in. As I went down, I was in deep thought. This place would look so beautiful in flames and fireworks. I came to the bottom and got off, pushing past other people. I spotted another air went that would lead to the inside of the building; my plan was just too easy. I left the building and returned to base.

 

            The moon was full; I was dressed in all black. I needed more explosives because I miscalculated the amount I would need. If there was too little, it would only be a small dent made in the building- an easy repair. I would go to a good market that sold the explosives I need and also I robbed a jewelry store, a rather large diamond in a large sack that would get me the amount I needed. I snuck our, closing the door behind me and closed it quietly behind me. I dashed through the streets, not even allowing the puddles under my feet to make a single noise. It didn’t take long for me to reach my destination. It was like a swap meet except smaller and more confined.

            I tucked my hands in my pockets- I had two large hand guns in there just in case a fight broke out- and came to the man I needed, Sylvester.

            “Well, well, well, if it isn’t my top customer.” Her said, he was a unique boy who always found time to hit on me. “Still up for my offer?”

            “No, I like to keep my virginity.” I said, scowling down at him. “I need a few things.”

            “Such as?” Sylvester asked.

            “I need explosives, a lot of them.” I explained.

            “Now what would a little girl like yourself need them for?” Sylvester asked, leaning in.

            “You know, I love the smell of coal and sulfur.” I replied. “And also, the sight of a billion multicolored flames arises in the sky.”

Sylvester nodded, soon digging through his pockets and pulled out a notebook. He pulled out a pencil from who-knows-where and licked the tip.

            “What can I get ya?” he asked.

            “Well I need my favorite ones imported from Japan and Korea, along with the ones with those glowing explosive rocks and another crateful of those sticks of dynamite from Brazil.” I said, I could see him scribbling them down on the paper.

            “Okay, that all?” Sylvester asked, reaching for his mug of coffee.

            “I need it all here in three days.” I finished, seeing the shocked look in his eyes and nearly spewing out his coffee.

            “Th-three days?” Sylvester asked.

            “Yup, got a problem with it?” I asked, moving in closer. “Remember the girl who saved your sorry a*s from those Asian officers when they were looking for you for the past three years and finally cornered you.”

Sylvester’s eyes were darting from place to place now; I could see him sweating when he spotted me slowly pulling out my gun. I didn’t plan on killing him, yet.

            “I-I’ll drop it off at the usual spot.” Sylvester said, and I tucked my gun back in my pocket. I smiled sweetly and backed away.

            “Thanks for your cooperation.” I said and left him there.

Three Days Later

            The orders came as promised, my shelter now filled with them. The problem wasn’t how I was going to get all these explosives in; it was how to load them in unnoticed. I was going over my plans again, I needed all these explosives loaded in by midnight, and the day of explosions was only a couple hours away. I was wide awake at eight o’ clock at night, the plans spread out before me as I tried thinking things through. I was sitting in my large bean bag chair, mapping out the many entrances I could easily get through. The air vents, the front entrance- which was not optional- and the back exit- which was also not optional- so that left only the air vents. I easily pinpointed the places that would be easy to place the explosives in. I rolled up my plans, folding it up into a small square and tucking it into my back pocket.  I rose from the chair and got myself ready for tonight.

 

            Breaking in was easy, it was the sensors and cameras that lurked in the shadows that really made this job tricky. But I’ve been through these types of jobs, from blowing up farm lands to blowing up buildings; this would be my record and most likely written in history, just like the destruction of the Twin Towers. I walked in, my explosives securely strapped to my body. I walked in, dismantling the cameras and going through the loopholes I found in the blue prints. I planets each bomb in carefully, knowing that the smallest slip up would make it explode. Once everything was in place, I easily slipped out and left the building.

 

            The next day I was watching citizens walk inside the building, the detonator in my hands. I waited a little longer, that is until an unwanted pedestrian suddenly ran to the police and screamed “BOMB, BOMB!”

The police- like the idiots they are- ran inside the building. I took out one of my many remotes and pressed a button, locking the doors and any other exit they could find. I snickered under my breath, getting the remote ready.

            “Bombs on first floor.” I said and pressed the button, a large shower of explosions on the bottom, ending in a beautiful spark of colors. I squealed quietly and joyfully blew up parts of the large building, hearing the terrified screams of the people. I started pressed the button vigorously, till there were large gaping holes in the building, but it wasn’t falling over. I was about to press the button again till someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me from my hiding place. I found myself surrounded by the FBI.

            “Seiichi Phantomhive, you’re under arrest.” One said. I suddenly snapped when I saw one of them take my remote and smashing it. I did an air kick and hit the man holding my arm in the cheek. He released me and fell to the ground, the others coming at me. I easily took them out and they were coming at me like ants. One got me around the waist and made me fall back. The others dog piled me, the weight being pressed onto my stomach. I then saw a pair of familiar black shoes appear before me. Looking up, it was Dominic, his bang covering his left eye- he seemed to have grown his bangs out. He leaned down in front of me and said “Your captured, surrender now.”

            The pressure on my stomach was too much, so I vomited on Dominic’s seemingly expensive shoes. I smirked evilly up at him and said “I’d rather die then rot in jail.”

Dominic unleashed a gun from his pocket and pointed it at my forehead.

            “I can arrange that.” Dominic replied.

I smirked, I’d always dreamed of getting killed by a gun, I only pictured it bigger and one of my own. He then moved the weapon from my forehead to my neck, shooting and the next thing I knew there was a dark in y neck. The men got off me and I suddenly couldn’t move. I panicked and my eyes widened, I couldn’t run. I was then lifted and loaded into a black truck, blacking out cause Dominic hit a pressure point in my shoulder.