The Forgotten Years
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S through Z › Spider (2002)
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Category:
S through Z › Spider (2002)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,215
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own the movie that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Leaders
Little more of The Shadow, little more Yvonne.
Chapter 4: Leaders
The pale moon looked down on the Dog and Beggar, as usual, Yvonne and her crew were seated in the booth at the back, smoking, drinking, laughing. Ernie shook his head as he tended to a patron, cleaning a glass simultaneously. “What can I get for ya?” Ernie asked the man.
“Scotch on the rocks.” He nodded and turned to the bar, his hands skillfully pouring the drink, the ice already in the glass, sliding it into the man’s hands. He nodded once at Ernie and took a good drink. He looked up at the table where the ladies were-if that’s what they could be called.
“I would kick them out, but they are regulars, unfortunately.” The officer shook his head and took a drink. This was why he dealt with the dead.
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He had been up half the night waiting, pacing anxiously, eager to hear how the latest conquest had gone. He was used to him being gone for a day or so, the longest being a week. At last, the door opened and he skillfully glided in, setting his hooded jacket on the back of a chair. “At last!” the younger man exclaimed, rushing up to him. The Shadow smiled warmly at him and sat down, taking out some things to stitch up where the bottle had hit him.
The younger man just watched, in awe of the man before him. “Police have nothing.” The Shadow nodded.
“Of course not. They never will.” He smiled at him and the younger man hoped someday he was half the man The Shadow was. The Shadow finished tending to his wounds and he stood, stretching. It had been a long twenty-four hours.
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Yvonne had seen the officer come in. Not bad, she had mused, walking to get another drink. Not bad at all. While Ernie was filling her drink, she made her move. “Ello.” He looked at her, then turned his attention to the bar. “Oh the strong silent type. I like many types.”
Without flinching, the officer said “in your line of work, what choice do you have?”
Yvonne looked at him and smirked. “Alright then. Suit yourself.” She took her glass from Ernie and walked to the booth, sliding in next to Nora. “Not a good night” she said to her. “Not a good night.”
Chapter 4: Leaders
The pale moon looked down on the Dog and Beggar, as usual, Yvonne and her crew were seated in the booth at the back, smoking, drinking, laughing. Ernie shook his head as he tended to a patron, cleaning a glass simultaneously. “What can I get for ya?” Ernie asked the man.
“Scotch on the rocks.” He nodded and turned to the bar, his hands skillfully pouring the drink, the ice already in the glass, sliding it into the man’s hands. He nodded once at Ernie and took a good drink. He looked up at the table where the ladies were-if that’s what they could be called.
“I would kick them out, but they are regulars, unfortunately.” The officer shook his head and took a drink. This was why he dealt with the dead.
---
He had been up half the night waiting, pacing anxiously, eager to hear how the latest conquest had gone. He was used to him being gone for a day or so, the longest being a week. At last, the door opened and he skillfully glided in, setting his hooded jacket on the back of a chair. “At last!” the younger man exclaimed, rushing up to him. The Shadow smiled warmly at him and sat down, taking out some things to stitch up where the bottle had hit him.
The younger man just watched, in awe of the man before him. “Police have nothing.” The Shadow nodded.
“Of course not. They never will.” He smiled at him and the younger man hoped someday he was half the man The Shadow was. The Shadow finished tending to his wounds and he stood, stretching. It had been a long twenty-four hours.
---
Yvonne had seen the officer come in. Not bad, she had mused, walking to get another drink. Not bad at all. While Ernie was filling her drink, she made her move. “Ello.” He looked at her, then turned his attention to the bar. “Oh the strong silent type. I like many types.”
Without flinching, the officer said “in your line of work, what choice do you have?”
Yvonne looked at him and smirked. “Alright then. Suit yourself.” She took her glass from Ernie and walked to the booth, sliding in next to Nora. “Not a good night” she said to her. “Not a good night.”