OH MY GASP! After... six months?... of writting, part one is FINALLY done! Yush! Originally, this was gonna be a oneshot, but it got really long... so I've hacked it into pieces. there's a cliff hanger for all the chapters pretty much, so... ::shrugs:: just as a warning. I think... there's five chapters in this half... and there will be a SEQUAL!! Oh, my... I never write anything with a sequal... anyways...

This story is about a FEMALE assassin... which is kinda funny 'cause I almost exclusively write about boys... or in a boy's POV, but no... the main character is a girl... and I'm writting from her POV. I'm so proud of mahself ::sniff:: The original idea for this story came from watching the news... funny what the news makes me think of... anyway, theres naked teenage girl boobehs, and hookers, and junkies, and mentions of drug use, and dead bodies, and killin' and cursin' and drinkin' and slash references, along with a gay hooker boy, and... stuff... Also, I've never personally been to New Orleans (where this story is set) so I just kinda made things up as I went along, and this is also set vaugly in a future where New Orleans is kinda... not very nice... so... yeah.

Mardi Gras Land

Hookers and junkies line the streets. I look around in disgust. Why did he want to meet me here of all places. Sure, I’m used to the dirtiest of towns, but even the rancid streets of the former New Orleans is too much.

Just do it, Selene, my newest client had said, it’s not like anyone could hurt you.

He had a point, but that doesn’t stop me from being repulsed by relatively everything left in the city. The only thing that retains its former glory is the architecture. I twitch as one of the slime balls here for what they deem “a good time” comes onto me, thinking that I’m one of the prostitutes making their living in this God forsaken place. I would have slit his throat had there been less people around, but I had chosen the main rout to my destination to keep from having to kill more than needed without money. Instead, I opt to elbow him in the gut before kneeing him in the groin before slamming his head into the brick wall of a near by building. A sympathetic hiss of pain travels around the partially gathered people, but no one goes to help the man, nor does anyone try to stop me from going on my way. I keep my chin high and both hands in their respective pockets firmly gripping a pair of daggers. Ain’t no one gonna live if they try to mess with me.

I reach the agreed place of face-to-face contact and walk through the door. I’m greeted with a haze of smoke, not entirely due to tobacco, and the smell of cheep liquor and sweat. Girls wander around topless, their young forms exposed to the eyes of men too old to be thinking with their nether regions. The one that comes up to me at the door looks to be no older than fourteen. I can see the sorrow in her eyes.

“Table for one, ma’am?” she asks sweetly. Her dark skin camouflages her in the barely lighted room. Her full, red-painted lips, the white of her eyes and the ring going through the nipple of one perky breast reflect the flickers of candles placed around the room. She’s an awful pretty little thing.

“What’s your name, hon?” I ask sweetly. Her eyes widen, allowing me a glimpse of rich green irises.

“Th-that’s not my place t-t’ tell,” she stammers, “But if ya musts call me somethin’, call me ‘Lemon’.”

She motions to her vivid yellow pants, to which I raise an eyebrow. Lemon, huh? Interesting name for such a girl, but I’m sure it’s only for the customers.

“So… will it just be you, ma’am?”

I shake my head; “I’m lookin’ for a man going by the name ‘Williams’. He told me to meet him here.”

Lemon’s thin eyebrows furrow as she mutters to herself.

“Daryl?” she asks. I nod in affirmation. She takes me to the back corner of the large room, through a throng of other topless girls, and a few boys as well. One wide eyed boy catches my eye. He looks completely white, except for his eyes, which are an icy blue and the black make-up along his lower eyelids. Lemon must have followed my gaze because she whispers to me quietly.

“That’s Vanilla. He’s not working with anyone. Would you like him?”

As I’m not paying attention to where I’m going, my eyes glued on the boy, I almost run into another girl, one who looks almost like Lemon, but a little taller and more voluptuous clad in neon green. I guess her name before she says it.

“The name’s Lime, ma’am. Do watch your step.”

I see promise in all three of them. They have the right body shape. I smile toothily at Lime, one hand on Lemon’s shoulder.

“You with anyone, lass?” I ask. Lime shakes her head and I continue, “Good. Come to my table in, oh, an hour, along with you, Lemon, and bring that Vanilla boy.”

“It’ll cost you,” Lemon says warningly.

“Yeah. Three at once is a lot.”

I smile at Lime.

“I know it’ll be well worth the money.”

X-x-X

Lemon leaves me just as the man sitting in the farthest most table from the door stands. I’m shocked at his appearance. I was honestly expecting someone less than average in looks and not so… refined. He bows slightly.

“Miss Randall, I presume?”

“Only if you’re Mr. Williams.”

“That I am.”

He flashes me a smile, than we take our seats opposite each other. I roll my left shoulder to readjust the weight of one pistol hanging under my arm and glance over my shoulder. I really hate sitting with my back to the door.

“Anything wrong, Miss Randall?” he asks politely.

“Nothing that I can’t deal with… so, let’s cut to the chase, Daryl. You called, I answered; give me the specifics so I can get this done and go home.”

Williams raises an eyebrow, asking, “The specifics of what?”

“Cut the crap,” I growl, “you know just as well as I do why you called on my services. Now tell me what I’m to do before I drop this deal and leave with what I’ve already been paid.”

“Now, you wouldn’t do that. You’ve got plans at this table after I’m gone.”

Shit. This guy can read lips. I really hate that.

“Oh yeah?” I pull out my prized 1911 and aim it at his face, “I can make you go a whole lot quicker than you’d plan, Williams. Don’t push me.”

He raises his hands in defeat, saying, “alright, alright, just put the gun away Miss Randall. It wouldn’t be very good if someone got hurt.”

I grumble, “Hurtin’ people’s my job.”

“That’s not true.”

“Bullshit. It’s what I’ve been contracted to do. Now tell me the time, the place and the persons I’m to off so we can both be on our merry way.”

Williams turns serious, hard if you will, and pulls out a manila envelope. He slides it across the table.

“That holds all the details. Don’t hesitate to kill anyone who gets in your way,” with that he stands, “the next exchange will be in the Plaza in New York. Goodnight, Miss Randall.”

I hum in answer, pulling open the envelope. I nod in approval at the contents as they fall across the table. He’s not a man to waste a speck of word, I tell myself sarcastically. I flip through the papers, scanning the details of my task. I don’t think he realizes it would have been so much easier to tell me ‘this is who you have to kill, this is who you can’t kill, this is who I want back, and this is where they are’. A simple revenge and recover mission. A martini gets placed on the table next to me. I sip it gratefully, my eyes never leaving my victims face.

This world really has gone to the dogs. I shake my head sadly. A land with no laws.

X-x-X

The three I had asked to come sit with me do so at the time I specified. Vanilla surprised me when I got a good look at him. He’s got fire in his eyes.

“What would you like from us, ma’am?” Lemon asks. I laugh softly.

“My name’s Selene. Please, do call me that,” they all acknowledge me as I continue, “As for what I want from you? I want to know if you want to leave this place firstly.”

I laugh again as three pairs of eyes widen substantially. I raise a brow and grin. They all nod enthusiastically.

“Don’t you even want to know why I ask?”

“Nope,” Vanilla says, “Just wanna get outta here.”

I grin impishly. I really like this boy. He’s got spunk. The girls nod to agree with his statement. My grin widens before I speak again.

“I’m an assassin. I kill people for a living. My family has done that for eons. However, in our clan, very few people have been trained for it in the last half dozen decades. I’m the only practicing assassin in the Americas. I am physically unable to bare children as well, as are almost all my immediate living female relatives. I want you three to become my apprentices ‘cause my brothers are too lazy to follow in my footsteps.”

They all blink, stunned, and I almost wish I hadn’t blunt, nor as informative. It’d be a bad thing if they decided to decline. Slowly, a grin cracks the pale face of Vanilla.

“I’d like that,” he says. Lime nods in agreement.

“Anything is better than here,” she adds. Only Lemon looks unsure.

“I… I don’t know. It’s bad to kill people,” the girl’s quiet words stop me in my tracks. I honestly had never thought about killing as a bad thing. For me, it was a necessary thing. Vanilla huffs.

“It’s only bad to kill people when they’re good people who’ve done nothing wrong, but if they’re bad people, they deserve to die.”

Lemon looks up at the boy and thinks over his words. Then she too nods in answer of my request. I smile at Vanilla. He reminds me of Jeremy, except not narcissistic.

“Good. I’ll be back in four days.”

Then I leave.

X-x-X

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