The calming succession of waves churning in the pit of the sea brought a sense of comfort to most. For the few? They prefer the chaotic night life!
Lights beam brightly into the distant as flickering lights illuminate the once calm sea. The giant hull of the yacht rips through the surface like a hot knife through butter, pummelling towards its destination.
With 4 divided levels, all fitted out with the latest technology and entertainment, this megaship was a whole complex on water.
Within the main auditorium of the yacht was a fancy ball. The smell of champagne lingered in the air with the smell of new fresh carpet, culminating into a scent that not many could experience. The lavish life style of these billionaires were something only peasants could dream of.
"Certainly!" The large man bellowed, erupting into a roaring laughter. He held two bottles of champagne in his hand as his neat suit was tucked into his pants, a single button away from exploding into annihilation. "Don't you think those peasants leech off our success too much?" He spoke with an air of arrogance around him, floating in the air like the stench of fish in his mouth.
"Laftaria really needs to step up it's control on the public, the people are getting too much leeway to revolt against the people." A scampily dressed woman laughed, her face covered with a black mask that concealed her identity.
"Say, why don't you and I discuss this back in my room?" The man winks, his short grey hair bouncing as his entire body shakes with the ship. He reached into his pocket and flashed a key card with the number '107' on it.
"Maybe, but I'll need another drink." She reaches for the drink in his hand as she chugs it down. The man laughs as he applauded her.
The entire atmosphere of the room was slightly off-putting, the giant chandeliers in the ceiling swaying with the motion of the sea.
"I'll need to excuse myself to the women's restroom." She nods her head down as the man redirects his attention to another woman.
She raced off in her high heels as she snaked through the labyrinthin of suits and dresses, opening a door to the back of the auditorium. She ripped her heels off as she took the mask off of her face, revealing a giant scar across her forehead. She climbed up the stairs and onto the fourth floor, a row of bright ceiling lights announcing her presence.
She ran down the corridor to find the specific room, the golden plates blurring into a mesh as she could smell the distinct smell of seafood in the air. Her socks rubbed against the soft carpet as she came to a halt. "Room 107." She whispered under her breath as she fiddled in her pocket, taking out a piece of bent metal.
It's kinks glistened in the bright light underneath the door as she inserted it into the keyhole, twisting back and forth as the inner mechanisms unfold.
The distinct sounds of mechanisms being turned and twisted into place was a kind of sound that any thief could listen to endlessly. Just as she had inserted it, the door's handle gave way. She opened the door only to be hit with a wretched smell, impaling through her nose.
"You must be looking for this." A man dressed in a blue tunic and jeans sat on a comfortable sofa chair, holding a giant golden egg in his hand.
The woman's face twisted in anger as she wielded the lock pick in her hand like a dagger. The room was completely untouched, the bed sheets even neatly done as the painting on the wall reflected the woman's disbelief. "How did you know I was going to be here?"
"Calm your ego, I wasn't looking for you." He smiles, his golden white hair frizzying over his eyebrows. "You just happened to walk in." He turns to the painting and winks, the woman tracing her eyes towards it.
In the reflection of the mirror she could make out a silhouette behind her. "Ha!" A giant fist tumbles onto her back, lunging her downwards as her body recoils against the ground.
"Goodluck!" He smirks as he flips off of the chair, tilting it backwards as he jumps off of the balcony, hurling towards the open vast sea.
"Ugh!" The woman cries as she flips off of the side of the wall, sticking the lock pick into the man's heel.
He howls in pain as his hankering build slams across the wall to gain a sense of balance.
The woman uses it to leverage herself upwards as she kicks him in the face. The man catches her leg right as it was about to strike his face. "You. Die." He spoke with a heavy Russian accent, twisting her leg as she twisted with her leg, following the motion to avoid her ankle being completely dislocated.
She spun midair before using her leg in his hand to propell herself forward, digging her entire foot into the man's face. She slung around him, narrowly avoiding the thin door frame as she grabbed his throat and went close up to his ear.
"Sleep." She whispered gently in his ear before the Russian bear fell to the ground, slamming onto the noise absorbing carpet.
She stands up, walking all over the man, and walks towards the balcony. She sticks her head out as she sees no sign of life, not even a ripple in the water that could've been made by the man's jump.
She reached into her pocket and took out her mobile phone, dialing a number before putting it up to her ear. "Drayton," She spoke into her phone. "I've ran into a bit of trouble."
"Yeah I'd thought so." The man on the other end shot back immediately.
"What?" Her eyebrows scrunched up.
"I said I thought so." He spoke matter of factually. "I just got word a certain man would be om that yacht. Let's say, a friend of a friend."
"Spit it out." She said, impatiently.
"He's someone to mess with, Luna. Whatever the case is, do not let him get his hands on that egg." He said, emphasising the not.
Luna takes a deep sigh in as she enjoys the view of the ocean. "Yeah, I won't." She bit her left as the words left her mouth.
"Good, be back by sunrise." Drayton hung the call, leaving Luna to deal with her own mistakes.
"God I hate this job." She sighs, looking down at the depth of the ocean.
Right below the balcony was a metal bar that hung off of the wooden floor. On said metal bar was a bundle of fingers, gripping tightly as the man clung on, one hand holding himself up and another on the egg.
"Luna." He smiles. "Cute name." He lets go of the metal bar and falls down an entire floor, jumping onto a 3rd floor's room's balcony.
His bare feet clunked onto the wooden planks as a woman comes out of the shower with only a towel around her chest.
"Shit-!" He's caught off guard by the presence of the woman, instinctively jumping backwards as he tumbles off of the balcony.
Just as he fell, Luna walks away from the balcony and steps over the man's body. "Can't believe I have to use this." She sighs as she pulled down on her cheek, revealing the skin that wrapped around her eyeball. On the skin it read an ancient hieroglyphic. "I summon forth, the mischievous one."
Her iris' turns a pale white as her entire eyeball rolls backwards, she stumbles backwards as she pressed her hand against her eye, recoiling in the pain.
"Mew?" A mystical being greeted Luna. It was a blue fox that was semi translucent. It had long sparkly fur that glistened even brighter in the empty corridor lights.
"Feiht, could you do me a favour?" She released her hand, revealing that she had completely lost sight in one of her eyes. Instead, she could now simultaneously see the fox and herself. Her optic nerve was now connected to that of the fox's. "Could you locate a man?"
The fox instantly nodded as if he knew exactly who Luna was talking about. The fox immediately phased through the floor as she's left there alone in the corridor. "I forgot you're technically part of me. We have the same consciousness and memory."
Feiht traverses through the walls of the ship, occasionally poking his head out to see if there was any sign of life. Funnily, this mega yacht was fit for a thousand people yet there was barely anybody.
As he continued walking down the halls, he ran a full circle behind returning back into where he was. While standing directly underneath room 107, the door flung open as a woman dressed in only a bathrobe runs out, screaming as she clutched her towel.
The fox saw a silhouette falling over the balcony as the golden egg flies into the air. Its golden exterior turns into a disco ball as time stops mid air, mere seconds away from smashing onto the ground.
"Shit." Luna whispers as she's looking through the foxes' point of view. The egg falls onto the ground, shattering into a million pieces as gold flakes fly in every direction.