Up on a rooftop perched high over the Goblet a lone figure sat crouched behind a brick chimney. The dark figure held in his hands the newspaper clipping detailing events of the so called rescue.
"Not bad. One dead though, not sure how she enjoyed being rescued, perhaps we could ask her corpse" he muttered himself, his voice whispering a certain distaste for the deeds of this "Viper".
"We'll have to watch out for this one, won't we?" he said aloud, this time his words directed at someone, or rather, something. He held up the left palm of his hand and revealed a small mouse cuddled within. The figure chuckled as he placed a few seeds and watched his friend nibble down on them.
"Can't have them giving us a bad name, can we. Shall we make ourselves known?" he'd ask with a chuckle. He'd stroke the top of his furry little friends head before continuing
"Although I promised you we'd refer to ourselves as The Mouse, as such we must be wary, the Viper does eat the Mouse afterall"
This comment would bring about a quick scurry from the little rodent up to the mans shoulders where he sat perched eating his last naming snacks.
The figure would remove the black mask that hang over his face and flash a bright white smile to the shoulder his pet was sitting in "Don't worry little fellow, we'll be okay. After all, what better way to catch a Viper, than with a Mouse"
With that the dark clothed figure would slip his friend into his front pocket and vault over the chimney and drop down to street level before vanishing into the dark alley.
"Not bad. One dead though, not sure how she enjoyed being rescued, perhaps we could ask her corpse" he muttered himself, his voice whispering a certain distaste for the deeds of this "Viper".
"We'll have to watch out for this one, won't we?" he said aloud, this time his words directed at someone, or rather, something. He held up the left palm of his hand and revealed a small mouse cuddled within. The figure chuckled as he placed a few seeds and watched his friend nibble down on them.
"Can't have them giving us a bad name, can we. Shall we make ourselves known?" he'd ask with a chuckle. He'd stroke the top of his furry little friends head before continuing
"Although I promised you we'd refer to ourselves as The Mouse, as such we must be wary, the Viper does eat the Mouse afterall"
This comment would bring about a quick scurry from the little rodent up to the mans shoulders where he sat perched eating his last naming snacks.
The figure would remove the black mask that hang over his face and flash a bright white smile to the shoulder his pet was sitting in "Don't worry little fellow, we'll be okay. After all, what better way to catch a Viper, than with a Mouse"
With that the dark clothed figure would slip his friend into his front pocket and vault over the chimney and drop down to street level before vanishing into the dark alley.
