Stanley – 24


Rated M for mature content.

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They both quickly walked through the main hall of the building and headed for the stairs, almost running as they climbed them towards the apartment where The Duke was supposed to live.

“Apartment C415, at least that’s what the paper says…” Explained Stephanie as they passed by the first and second floor without even stopping or slowing down.

“Okay, two more to go then!” Exclaimed Michel as he tried to catch his breath.

Finally, after a few more seconds of running at full speed up the flights of stairs they reached the fourth floor, the floor the apartment was supposed to be. They stopped for a short moment to breathe and try to calm down before they started looking around.

“That way.” Said Stephanie as she noticed the order of the room numbers went in increasing order from left to right.

They walked fast along the corridor, almost running again, looking at each number on the doors as they passed by it.

“Here.” Finally said the young woman as she stopped in front of a normal looking door with the number 415 and the letter C engraved in dark letters in the wood.

“Et maintenant, what do we do?” Asked Michel as he caught up with her and looked at the door and at his companion alternatively.

The young woman remained silent for a moment, pondering her options, before she finally decided to act.

“Now this.” She said as she knocked three times in a loud manner, which would be heard inside even if there was some sound.

Then she put her ear against the surface of the door and listened attentively for any sound coming from inside the apartment.

“Can you hear anything?” Asked Michel.

“Shhh!” Exclaimed the young woman as she put a finger on her lips, ordering the man to remain silent.

She stayed like this, unmoving and listening as hard as she could for two full minutes. Finally, after making sure there was absolutely no sound coming from the inside she turned to Michel.

“I think he’s not there, I can’t hear anything…” She said, keeping her voice down.

“Alors, what do we do?” He asked in a hushed tone.

Once again Stephanie pondered her options: either leave and forget everything about this, stay and wait for him to come back or…

“We’re going in!” She exclaimed in a loud whisper as she put her hand on the door knob, ready to open it.

She shot a quick look to Michel who didn’t bother to hide his unsure expression from her and even motioned to stop her. But the look she gave him discouraged him from doing so and he sighed.

“Very well dans ce cas…” He agreed with a nod.

Stephanie slowly turned the round knob, trying to make as little sound as possible. As she finally reached a half circle with it she heard a small click and the door opened it self without resistance.

“Strange…” She said as she looked back to the man with the neatly trimmed beard. “It’s open…”

To be continued…


Stanley – 23


Rated M for mature content.

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They finally got out of the subway station after a good thirty minutes of travelling in the city’s underground in overcrowded wagons. Here and there they saw a few street artists trying to get the attention of the people inside the metal boxes, a few of them actually seemed interested while the great majority minded their own business, choosing to ignore the singers and musicians. The train had stopped near the city center and the Milkyway monument that had been built a few years back and after a few long seconds of battling against what seemed to be every other passenger in the station they finally reached the fresh air of the open.

“So, which building are we looking for Stephanie?” Asked Michel as he looked around in the middle of the sidewalk.

They were surrounded by dozens of tall buildings and twice as many houses. Cars and buses were zooming on the road and hundreds of people were walking along the sidewalks. The city itself seemed to be buzzing with activity and both of them were forced to move too as they appeared to be getting in the ways of every other living being.

“I don’t really know.” Replied the young woman as she took out the paper she had printed a few minutes earlier. “The name of the street is Mulroy Road which is apparently close by and the number of the building is 108 but apart from that I don’t really know what we are looking for. I guess we’ll find out when we get there…” She added as she pointed down the street on which they had reached the surface.

The duo started walking in the direction she had indicated, looking around for the street names and for the building with the 108 on the front.

“It’s a bit stupid quand même.” Commented Michel after a moment of silence. “Having his address but not knowing it is him, no one found him just because of that.”

“Yeah, apparently the mess up in his name by his idiot subordinate was more useful to him than he thought when you think about it, it prevented the police from catching him.” Stephanie said with a nod as she agreed with him.

“Ah, par là!” Exclaimed the man as he finally noticed the sign that indicated Mulroy Road. “Just on the left.”

Stephanie saw it too and they both turned in that direction, tensing slightly as they realized they were almost at their destination. They passed three tall buildings and two houses before finally reaching the building number 108.

“So, we’re here.” Commented Michel as they both stopped in front of the entrance to look at the building.

“Yeah, we’re here.” Said Stephanie.

Now that they were there she felt a tinge of hesitance creep inside her. Was it really the right thing to do? What if he wasn’t there? Or worse, what if he was there? What was she to do? Simply make him suffer just like that? She didn’t know anymore… No wait! I can’t think like that! I came all the way here, it’s not the time to cower! She thought before taking in a deep breath.

“Ok, let’s go!” She finally said, and she entered the building, followed closely by Michel.

To be continued…

Stanley – 22


Rated M for mature content.

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“So… We’re just going there like this?” Asked Michel, following the nude and curvaceous body of the young woman across the room as she collected her clothes.

“Yup, just like that!” Replied the young woman as she took of the towel and the too large shirt she had put on not to get too cold.

“Mais, I mean… Are you sure about that?” He questioned her again, seeming unsure of the course of action to follow.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” She replied as she put on her top and her jeans.

The young woman then turned around and looked at Michel, noticing his unsure expression.

“Oh come on! We can’t go to the police, you know what they would do? Plus if they learned about your ability… No. And we can’t wait and have him escape before we can get there can we?” She exclaimed, sitting on the bed and extending her legs to put on her socks under Michel’s attentive gaze.

“Non, it is true as you say. But it will be dangerous non?” He asked.

“I know, but what choice do I have?” Stephanie sighed, stopping for a second to look at him. “Are you going to help me or not?” She then asked as she resumed dressing up.

The man with the neatly trimmed beard remained silent for a moment, unconsciously scratching said beard as he pondered his thoughts, before he replied.

“Yes, evident I’m coming with you my dear. I’m just warning you against the danger, but I will have your back!” He finally said as he stood up.

“Thank you Michel.” Stephanie thanked him, standing up and giving him a passionate kiss before turning around and taking her coat.

“Uh, no- no problem ma chère!” Replied the man, his cheeks a bit red and his pants somewhat a bit tighter than before. “Toutes fois I don’t have a car , so how do you plan to get there?” He asked after a few seconds, remembering he didn’t indeed own a car which meant that they would have to find a way of transportation other than that one.

Stephanie stopped for a moment, silently cursing, before remembering they lived in a huge city. There still were the taxis, the buses, the metro or even the city bicycles if they were desperate enough, they had all they needed to get there! Though time was precious so maybe not the bikes…

“Don’t worry, I have a few ideas.” She replied before printing a plan of the city with the location of The Duke’s hideout marked out on it. “We have to hurry though, he might already be gone!” She added as she rushed out of the room to gather the remaining stuff she had brought with her.

“Oui!” Exclaimed Michel as he put on a pair of snickers and a coat.

Ha, we’ve got you now! Thought Stephanie with a smirk as they closed the door of the light-haired man’s apartment and rushed out of the building towards the nearest metro station.

To be continued…

Stanley – 21


Rated M for mature content.

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“I am the one who robbed the three national banks in the span of three days and stole the Atlantean collection from the vaults of the arts museum! I am the greatest criminal this city has ever seen and my name is The Duke!” The camera turned towards the wall and the masked man pointed angrily at a graffiti written in large red letters.

“The Duke! Not The Duck like my EXTREMELY STUPID HENCHMAN decided to spell it here… I AM THE DUKE!” He exclaimed again, this time looking directly in the camera with anger. “And the next one… who dares to call me The Duck…” His breathing got heavier as his voice got deeper and more menacing. “I will blow this city to shreds and annihilate every single one of you peasants!!!” He yelled as he pointed a gloved finger directly at the viewer before throwing the camera into the wall.

Stephanie and Michel both jumped back a little at the sound of the broken device. The camera rolled on the floor and a few seconds went by during which nothing else than the criminal’s heavy breathing could be heard. Then they heard his footsteps getting closer and he re-appeared on-screen, squatting in front of the lens.

“All of you, out there, who are mocking me will be crushed by my hand, mark my words! I am The Duke and I will reign on this city!” The screen then went black and the video ended.

“Well that was… quelque chose…” Finally said the bearded man after a few seconds.

“Yeah… So his name is The Duke not the Duck…” Said Stephanie as she went back to the main page of his profile. “And everyone thought he called himself The Duck because of this, uh, mistake…” She added with a small smile.

“No wonder no one could find him, they didn’t have the right name for the guy!” Exclaimed Michel as he hit his open hand with his other fist. “That’s why no on has ever managed to catch him, they were all looking for The Duck when he was The Duke all along!”

“True, plus his videos have barely 50 views, which means no one ever noticed him under his real name, poor guy…” The young woman added, almost feeling sorry for him, before remembering why she was searching for him. “But that’s not our problem, he’s our guy I’m sure of it! And I think I know how to find him now!” She exclaimed as she scrolled down on the profile page.

“Where?” Asked man in his thirties, curious.

“There!” Said Stephanie as she pointed to something on-screen, a single line of text below The Duke’s profile picture.

Michel leaned forward to see what she was she was trying to show him and smiled as he realized what they had just discovered. Just under his criminal nickname could be found his age and a complete address with a link to Google maps.

“We’ve got him now!” Exclaimed the young woman, as Michel nodded, before standing up and getting dressed.

To be continued…

Stanley 20


Rated M for mature content.

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“The Duke?” Asked Michel.

“Yes, look, here!” The young woman said as she opened the profile page and pointed at the picture and then at the name. “And it’s the same mask I’ve seen in the robbery, I’m sure of it!”

“Well that is something very étrange indeed…” Said the man as he scratched his neatly trimmed beard. “Could it be a, uhm, what’s the word? Coincidence?”

“I don’t know, maybe…” Replied Stephanie after a moment of thought. “Though it seems unlikely, let’s check it out!” She exclaimed as she clicked on the profile to see the details.

A page with a list of detailed information appeared on the screen just over a post with a video apparently made by that mysterious The Duke person, and one of the many line of the biography  was filled with the words ‘Professional Criminal, Bank Robber’.

“So…” Started Michel unsure of himself. “Is he also a bank robber or are they the same guy? But then, pourquoi change his name in The Duke?”

Stephanie remained silent once more, trying to understand what was going on. Why was this individual apparently named The Duke having the exact same description of himself as The Duck? Why were they so similar? Could it be they were really the same person but with a different name? She clicked on the video without thinking and had to reduce the volume of the computer which was almost at maximum so as not to blow her eardrums.

It started with a poorly made introduction sequence showing the name The Duke, written in capital golden letters, spinning and growing before stopping in the middle of the screen with the music of 20th Century Fox in the background. Then it was followed by a shaky montage of the images of the bank robbings but from the inside, as if filmed by the criminal himself. Finally, after a few seconds of crying, yelling and gun shooting it transitioned to the static shot of a man sitting on a chair with the same venetian mask as she had seen in the bank on. Stephanie was about to speak but the man spoke first.

“Hello people of the world! You may not know me yet but you will come to soon enough!” The man stood up before walking out of the screen and, after a few seconds of shaking, so did the camera.

“It’s him…” Whispered Stephanie. “I recognize his voice…” Michel turned towards her and simply nodded before looking back at the screen.

“Now, some of you may have heard of me…” Resumed the voice on-screen. “The criminal who has made this city shake in its boots lately…” The camera turned towards him and one could see his pale grey eyes narrow behind the mask. ‘Yes, that would be me!”

Then the man on-screen, for it was him who controlled it, turned the camera around him and Stephanie noticed it had been filmed at night in some sort of building. The space was lit with lamps but the dark sky and a few stars could be seen out of the windows.

To be continued…

Stanley 19


Rated M for mature content.

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“So, did you find anything?” He asked after a few minutes of silence.

Stephanie had been looking for clues since he had come back from the kitchen and had managed to find out a few interesting things about The Duck, but they still didn’t know enough to act yet.

“Maybe, there’s a few pictures of him and his crew out there but nothing that could be useful…” Sighed the young woman.

“Damn it, he really is one tough bastard to catch!” Exclaimed Michel as he stood up and started pacing around the room.

Stephanie had found out some information about The Duck’s recent robberies, they mostly happened in the area, around a few hundred kilometers radius, but his patterns always changed, it was almost impossible to predict the location, the scale or the time of his next heist. The police had been chasing him for a few years now but they had never managed to catch him and even the single member of his gang they had managed to get their hands on had revealed nothing before disappearing from the holding facility overnight.

If she was going to find something the police didn’t already have she would need to be smart. Come on think! There must be at least one place on the internet where he would have, at one point, left a trace! She reviewed the list of all the sites she knew someone had to have used at least once in his life : Facebook, Youtube, Twitter, WordPress, Ebay… But nothing came up except, once again, a few traces of his appearances in the news here and there. Damn it! She cursed inwardly as she pushed herself back in her chair with a sigh. Michel appeared by her side with a curious look.

“Still nothing huh?” He asked as he looked at the screen in front of them.

“No, nothing at all. But I thought that much, it’s really tough looking him up without knowing anything about him. We’d need a whole team of experts to do that…” She added as she stood up and took a few steps around the room to stretch her legs.

Michel straightened himself and walked to her side, by the large window.

“I’m sure we’ll find a way to find him ma chère. He is not Arsène Lupin.” He said to try to comfort her, it seemed to work as the young woman smiled, understanding the reference.

“Yeah, but still…” She said, looking back to the computer screen, before suddenly going silent. “Wait!” She exclaimed as she turned around and rushed towards the miracle machine.

“What the…-?” She started, going silent once more before finishing her sentence.

“What is it?!” Asked the bearded man as he rushed to her side.

“There!” She exclaimed as she pointed at one of the photos on the Facebook search page that was still open.

Michel looked and saw a profile with a man wearing a venetian mask on its picture.

“That’s the same mask as him! The same one that bastard was wearing in the bank!” She exclaimed again, unable to hide her excitement. “But it’s strange, her it says the page belongs to The Duke…”

To be continued…

Stanley 18


Rated M for mature content.

Previous Chapter

“I got it!” She exclaimed, a huge smile on her face as she suddenly stood up in the bath, forcing Michel to quickly move aside so as not to be crushed.

“Really?” He asked, surprised.

“Yeah, I know how to find him!” Stephanie added as she was about to step out of the batch and run off to her computer.

“Wait!” Exclaimed the man in his thirties before she could do so. “You’ll catch a cold.” He added when she looked at him with curiosity.

He then extended his arm and after concentrating half a second and the young woman saw a towel rise from the ground on the other side of the room, it’s weight seemingly supported by a small paper label that indicated the washing methods and the components of the towel itself. It then jumped towards Stephanie and she couldn’t help but laugh as it hit her in the head.

“Sorry…” Apologized Michel as he also got up. “But it’ll be better if you can dry up before you go out.”

“Thanks Michel!” She replied with a smiled as she gave him a peck on the cheek before stepping out of the shower.

The bearded man watched do so, admiring her curved body as she slowly and gently rubbed her skin to get rid of the moisture that was still pearling on it, he realized after a few seconds that he was standing there agape at the young woman’s movements. He shook his head slightly and was about to step out of the bathtub too when she presented a towel to him.

“Here.” She simply said with a small smile.

“Merci!” He replied as he took it, noticing she had used the towel to hold and dry her hair which meant she still had nothing to cover the rest of her body.

He felt a slight tug at the towel from his crotch but, surprisingly, for once in his life decided it was more important to help the young woman than to jump on her and make foolish and passionate love to her and her body. Que ce passe-t-il? Might I be transforming into a gentleman? He chuckled inwardly. Usually he would never have done that but in that moment helping Stephanie reach her goal seemed more important. Oh well, peu importe. He also stepped out of the tub and followed her out of the bathroom after having dried himself.

“So, how are you…?” He started to ask when he found her on the computer. “Oh…” He simply added as he realized it was indeed a good idea to look on the internet for something like that.

“Good idea!” He added with a smile as he went in the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice.

“I know right! If he is somewhat popular there is bound to be some rumors about him out there and our friend Google would know about it I hope!”

“Surement!” Replied Michel as he drank his juice before putting the glass in the sink.

To be continued…

Stanley 17


Rated M for mature content.

Previous Chapter

Two hours later, as noon was almost upon the city, they finally lied down in the hot water of the tub on top of each other, each enjoying the hot water and the feeling of the other on their skins.

“Haaa, this is nice…” Said Michel with a contempt smile.

“Uhuh…” Grunted Stephanie as a reply, unable to form complete words or sentences since she had ended on top of the hallway shelf, panting and sweating from the incredibly pleasant coordinated exercise.

After almost half an hour in the bath spent simply relishing the hot water and listening to the distant sound of cars in the background the bearded man finally spoke again.

“So my dear, what did you have in mind to achieve your goal?” Stephanie turned around to look at him, slightly surprised as he said so.

“So, you’re really going to help me?” She asked.

“Why yes ma chère! It is, after all, the will of the prophecy! Plus I may be a bit self-centered, de temps en temps, but I never turn down a friend in need of my assistance!” He replied with a proud smile.

“Wow, thank you Michel!” She replied as she stroked lightly his wet torso hair. “Well, I do have an idea about what I’m going to do to him once I get that bastard but the first thing I need is to find him and I have no idea where to start…”

Michel didn’t reply immediately, he seemed to be deep in thoughts as she turned around again to look at his face. They stayed like this for a moment, the seconds passing by as the man was apparently mentally listing their options and Stephanie simply watching the small wrinkles of his forehead, almost seeing the gears turn in his mind.

“Eh bien, if you say this criminal, The Duck, is quite famous, perhaps there would be some information about him somewhere?” He finally offered, more in the form of an interrogation than as an official piece of advice.

Stephanie mulled over his words in silence, having thought about that but looking at this option once more. Where could there be something about him? The police? Surely but they would never divulge anything to her. The media? Probably but whatever they had they would keep to themselves. Where then? That’s when it hit her. Of course! She thought as she hit her palm with a closed fist. If there was anywhere to look it was there!

The only place where conspiracy theories could grow in popularity overnight, the place where videos of murders were as popular as videos of cute kittens, the only place where a picture could be photoshopped and reused thousands of times in situations more and more stupid than the original purpose. The place where anything was possible : the fearsome kingdoms of The Internet!

To be continued…

Dang it ! I just realized I hadn’t posted this earlier (by earlier I mean yesterday…) so please forgive me, here it is!
The next part is coming soon after!

Stanley 16


Rated M for mature content.

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“Why, of course ma chère amie!” He immediately replied. “What do you need my help for?”

“I know this is going to sound a bit crazy but…” Stephanie paused for a second, reflecting on what she was about to say.

Did she really trust him? Was he going to react as she thought he would? But, most of all, was she ready to do what she had planned? The young woman sighed, rubbing her forehead nervously before deciding that yes, she was ready to get revenge.

“There is someone I want to kill.” She simply added after a few seconds of silence.

She didn’t immediately look up at the man sitting in front of her, fearing his reaction, but when she did she found him looking at her with a surprised look.

“Excusez moi, you want to kill someone? That’s what you said right? I didn’t hear wrong?” Michel asked slowly as he looked at her with a frown.

“Yes, that’s what I said.” Replied Stephanie, steeling her nerves.

“But who? And why?” Asked the man in his thirties.

Stephanie hadn’t quite expected that reaction, she had imagined Michel jumping back and yelling at her, telling her she was crazy to think about doing something like that, but instead he seemed strangely calm.

“The Duck.” She simply replied and Michel’s eyes widened as he understood.

“Oh.” He said before becoming silent for a moment. “Because of what happened at the bank? You want to avenge those poor people?”

“Yeah, partly because of that. But also because I have a personal grudge against him, he did something I will never be able to forgive him for and I want to see him gone from this world!” She explained with a calm voice though her anger towards the master criminal could be felt in her words.

“I see.” The man with the neatly trimmed beard replied. “Mais why now and why me?” He asked, seemingly puzzled by these facts.

“Because you are the only one I can count on right now.” Explained Stephanie. “You listened to my story and you didn’t chase me away, you helped me. And also because I somehow trust you.”

Michel looked at her with a strange look, it was a mix of compassion, pride and lust. Men! Thought Stephanie with a sigh as she realized he had stolen a quick look at her chest through the shirt. Strangely though, the guy seemed to care about her, even if it was less about her ordeals than about her body, but she didn’t care, as long as she could use him it was fine.

“Okay, but pourquoi now? Why not later? And why do you think it is your job to get him?” He then asked, letting once again his curiosity take over.

“Because of The Prophecy.” Stephanie simply replied, taking a last sip of her wine.

“Oh.” Said Michel once again. “Okay dans ce cas, I will help you my dear!” He exclaimed with a smile as he also finished his glass in one sip.

He put his glass back down on the table and nearly fell on the ground as Stephanie jumped on him, tearing of the shirt she was wearing and throwing away the boxer shorts that covered the little not-so-little-actually it could cover and they both ended up on the cold ground in a naked mess of flesh and moans once more.

To be continued…

Stanley 15


Rated M for mature content.

Previous Chapter

They looked at each other for a moment, none of them speaking before Michel started talking again.

“Well, I don’t really know you Stephanie, mais… I trust you. So, to tell you the truth, no, this ‘effect’, as you say, I have on people is natural it is not the result of me being an alternate.” He said as he also took a sip of his wine. “Although, this is.” He added as he extended his arm in front of him and opened his hand.

Stephanie’s eyes widened as a small rose made in paper hovered over his open palm, she saw the origami piece dance around his fingers as the man in his thirties moved them.

“How-” She started but she interrupted herself immediately, understanding what he had meant.

He was an alternate, just not what she had thought him to be.

“I trust you mademoiselle Stephanie, this is the only reason I show you this. I don’t know why I do but I feel like I can. This is what I, as an alternate, can do. I can control paper at will but only the size of an A3 at the same time.” Michel Durant explained with a small smile. “I am taking a chance here and I hope you are not with them.”

Stephanie remained unable to speak for a few seconds, simply contemplating the small paper flower dancing over the man’s hand.

“I- No, I’m not from the government!” She replied rasing her hands slightly in a pacific stance. “The reason I asked you this was because I thought you could, uhm…”

She hesitated to continue, feeling slightly stupid at her reasoning. If it wasn’t his ability it meant that she had been naturaly charmed by him and she couldn’t admit falling for such an overseductive personality.

“That I could what ma chère?” Michel asked, curious.

“That the effect you had on me was your ability…” She explained as her cheeks got redder.

“Whatever do you mean?” He asked again, apparently not getting what she was implying.

“Well, I mean… Uh, you know what? Never mind…” Stephanie dismissed the topic with her hand and a nervous smile which Michel didn’t seem to notice.

“Okay, well non, my ability is to control paper.” He said without minding the young woman’s strange attitude.

“Yeah, about that…” Continued Stephanie, glad to have been able to change the subkect without too much problem. “What do you mean by an A3 sheet?”

“Ah!” Exclaimed her new friend. “Well, it’s exactly as it sounds, I can only control paper with a maximum surface of an A3 sheet at a time…”

“Right.” The young woman replied while trying to supress the small smile that was spreading on he lips.

She had heard that there were strange abilities out there but this was one really useless power. Well, whatever! He’ll still be useful in other way!

“Well Michel, don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. However, I have a request to make of you, will you help me?” She then asked.

To be continued…