*NOTE FROM AUTHOR*
I know it needs editing, please listen, i'm not done with it so i'll edit when i finally finished okay?? Arigoto.

BLOODY BETRAYAL


PROLOUGE

As she came towards the bed slowly, Edward Rodrigo smiles, naked underneath half of the bed sheets. She was half dressed as well, this isn’t the usual sex scene, there was to be no sex at all. Edward Rodrigo was to die this very night, his guards outside of his door this very minute while he dies painfully. Right under their noses. At least right now, the deed was to be done soon, Camilla was here for that.
Back to the subject at hand, the drug filed syringe tucked under her lower back and panties, hid and in easy reach. Camilla had just been in the bathroom for a couple of minutes for ‘freshening up’. She had actually filled the syringe with 250mg of heroin. For this to work quickly she’d need to inject the drug directly into his blood stream for him to not call upon his men before it was too late.
She made sure to wipe all of her fingerprints off and when entering the hotel he owned not to look in the direction of the cameras in the hotel. This was one of the keys in how he got away from the police and justice, it was about to become his weak point. Camilla had studied the blue prints and the blind spots of the place. This room was the place where Edward raped and murders his victims. This very room.
She wasn’t being germ phobic but to save her the trouble of erasing her track before hand, like a ghost in the police offices and cases. Never to be traced back, an invisible to the world, nobody except her family knew her real name; only a selected group of people knew her real name in The Academy. The police or anyone in the department of government could find her, a silent predator. The reason behind her code name was all there.
“Come here baby.”Edward says, waving her to come closer, he didn’t even disguise the signs of his sick other nature, the other side that almost everyone knew was a major drug dealer, especially in heroin. She noticed that his gun that she filled with blanks was sitting very blankly on the bedside table, cleaned of her prints of course. No crime in being safe, ha-ha that’s ironic. What they both do for a living was a flagrant violation of the law, heinous crimes.
She pulled her dyed brown hair into a bun before coming out of the bathroom so none of her hair would show up in the investigation and be pointed towards her. If they even had her on the system, like before Camilla Claude was nobody and everyone to the world. That included the government to not interfere with her assassin life. An exception is that they knew but they let allow her to do this, most of her clients were politicians or high leaders. Several other governments ask for her in particularly. But they had to go through certain procedures and lines to get a hold of her. The Academy held her up with that, forwarding calls on untraceable and untapped to her special phone. She was among thousands of assassins in the world.
She plastered a fake smile at that bastardly man. Camilla was hired to do away with him; the victim’s family paid a handsome fine to get rid of the rich, psycho, and rapist /murdering bastard. He personally paid the police to not say that they heard or saw anything when the investigations started. After all it was all located in the heart of Mexico, enough said.
But the victim’s family, the latest victim’s family the Rousakis, was rich as well in the political life and their anger wouldn’t stop until they saw his blood. This is where Camilla comes in; her prey was her target of paid choice. Never innocent, always being corrupt if needed to have an excuse; nothing less to have the deal accepted. This was one or two of Camilla’s moral codes when accepting the deal. Her clients were informed by the very beginning. She was no ordinary teenage hit woman, wasn’t a mindless killing machine like the new generations.
“Right away, darling.”She said in a fake drawl and batted her fake long eyelashes and sat on the bed closer to him. Discreetly positioning her body to where her syringe didn’t show. Edward smiled again, eyes wide and in glee, his hands clenching, reaching for her breasts; she faked noises until he finally shut off the lights. The room finally plunged into blackness.
It was silent for a while, until the noises of the city life of Mexico City filled the room, the honking of cars, night bugs chirping, some of the lights from the roads way below filtered into the blinds. The soon-to-be-dead-man didn’t know what was coming at him, but Camilla knew exactly what was to happen, death was only the beginning, and in his case, for Hell. Did she even believe in the afterlife? Would she go there too, if there was such a place?


Why won’t you die? And You! Leave Me Alone!


Okay, the attempted overdose suicide appearance wasn’t working very well; he was still struggling after ten minutes and still kicking, making too much noise. After taking her time to pack some drugs into his jacket and swiping the place every space with soap and water Camilla finally noticed Edward was still alive and breathing.
A full shot of crank was a straight shot to hell for where he was going, but somehow he’s still alive. It wasn’t her first time trying to OD someone, her second actually. The first time was sloppy by her standards but the job got done, sleeping pills instead of illegal drugs that can burn your brain to ash.
It was so fast for sleeping pills but why not now? Camilla walks over, in a total different outfit that she came in, syringe in hand again, filled with air this time, and promptly covered his face with a pillow as she injected the air into his throat. His struggles grew weaker and weaker by the minute under the pillow, she smiles.
“Have a good life in hell ‘darling’” After making for sure Edward was dead and tucked in did she begin her tedious job of renewing her appearance. Her basic steps were hair dye and brown contacts with dark sunglasses, but the sunglasses would be in day and dawn, not now. With two pairs of sharp scissors in gloved hands, after her hair was dyed a dark purple, she expertly slashed into her hair. A dead body in the other room, she has been used to this for five years, or the least since childhood. To shake the thoughts away from her she slashed through her hair on accident, making a dramatic cut into her bangs, a big indent, she sighs.
She stared deeply into her own reflection; she couldn’t help it, when she ever changed her identity she did this every time, scared to see what has become of herself. She could still see her grey and dark purple eyes behind the muddy brown contacts if she peered closely enough. Once a dark honey color wavy hair was now purple and looked like it had been attacked by the salons hair pile that got its hairy hands on scissors. Her skin a still golden glow from the Mexican sun from staying on this case for a couple of weeks, trying to get in the know of the Rodrigo Hotel, now she did. Too much to be exact.
Never will he rape another woman again, Camilla made sure of that. Back to her reflection, her lips looked more pouty than usual, been kissed thousands of times by crooks to get her knife on them, that was the price. Her phone vibrated, her hearing was trained extensively to hear these small things, and Camilla picked up the phone, a private number.
“Is it done?”
“Yes mam, I’m on my way out now. Does Rockies and Tyson in position for my signal?”Camilla says while opening one of the major windows, all the doors locked and the rest of the room was sealed.
“I will see you soon?”
“Yes Mam.” And then they hung up, without even saying goodbye.
“Check Panther.”
“Check Panther.”
Tyson and Rockies call in, in by her ear piece that was clear and unnoticeable to the naked eyes because it was really far in. She smiles with her emergency bag over her shoulders, tying her cable post through the wall just outside of the window post. She pushed the button that would drill into the bricks, pieces of crumbled bricks in to her face; she spat it out the window. Her back was facing the sky and the buildings adjacent to here. The humid breeze gently pushed her hair back and forth, she shivered at the sudden warmth, and inside of the hotel room was freezing.
Once the post was secure, Camilla tied the cable ropes into the loops tightly, and tugged to check if it was secure enough for her weight. Secure, she looked across the expanse of air to the building exactly opposite to the hotel.
She pulled out her red laser and flashed it twice in the direction of the ballroom building. Her evening dresses in her bag also, another disguise of hers. But right now she was wearing Academy uniform when on missions, the mask off, a leather and jumpsuit style, tight as skin and zipped all the way from the groin to the collar in one electric stripe. She waited for a green light to be shaded back to her, a few seconds later across on the roof of the ballroom a green light flashed three times.
“Roger, ready.”They say in unison on the channel, she nods, pulled the backpack on her back until last, when the hook was ready. The hotel level she was on was five stories, good enough and there was enough litter on the streets to not a get a straight fall from the drop if that happens.
“I’m sending the anchor now.”She pulled off the machine that she had planted before time and turned it on. It looked like a whale spear, but much smarter, the button glowed red as she powered it on. She was taking too much time than usual, he messed it all up by not dying quicker, partly her fault, she should have just slit his throat and left.
There was recoil from the shot but she had kept her stance still but her arms shook, making her shot go lower than it was supposed to.
“Damn, Rockies, Tyson meet me on the fourth story, west window, I missed.”She hoisted herself up with her metal handle hooked around the cable linked to the anchor. Double checking herself she pushed the windows down and had a small device that made windows sealed from the outside and the she jumped off.
The noise of the traffic still bothered her even staying in the city for a while, but she ignored it and continued to slide down the thick cable, she had already set the home anchor to self destruct and fall off after she pushed the button on her remote control in her pocket. The mobile one had gone broken the window and was only in place because of it embedding itself deeply into the floor, damn another mistake.
But there was an advantage of this private room, it was also a dressing room, old elegant dresses that got somehow stored away without anyone knowing. The room was in a film of dust, Camilla sneezed in her elbow.
Her dress wasn’t as pretty as the other ones here just simple black, she picked her dress that she had in her hands herself, not well enough. She had bad taste in fashion when it didn’t matter to her why does she care? It would just get splattered in blood anyways and black always covered that up, so why was she having a sudden girl moment?
“We will be there in a minute Panther.”Tyson says in her earpiece, Camilla decides to not reply right back. Walking around the room kicked up dust and she had her suit half zipped down, looking for ‘The Dress’ that would suit her better than the half assed attempt for a dress. After a half a minute Camilla finally found ‘The Dress’, floor sweeping red velvet strapless dress with a silk rose clipped on the band of the waist. She pulled her hair into a messy pony tail and zipped up the zipper tight on her side, she looked at herself in the mirror, twirling herself around the mirror in the corner of the dusty room.
“Perfect.”She purred at her reflection, she heard a buzz from her ear that was the same sound outside the room; she narrowed her eyes and walked towards the wall that had two small holes in the wall. Camilla banged her fists right over the hole and heard groans, she smiled unkindly.
“You little peepers!”She yelled under her breath outside in the hallway at the fallen down boys that were holding their stomachs from laughing, her dress rustled.
“Sorry Sorry!”They said, she kicked them both in the stomachs and giggled.
“See your panties!”Tyson smirked, Camilla flicked him off.
“You know I don’t wear underwear.”She says, they all knew that so why say that? Besides it was too dark out here to see hardly anything.
“Anyways is everything taken care of? The spike is too far in the floor to pull out right now.”She says to calm down the situation, it was too serious to be silly now, after all she just killed a man not even a 700 yards away. But the teenagers hardly felt anything at this point, that stopped years ago, they were trained not to care about the wicked.
Perhaps this subject should be explained? The only way to explain this is that these teenagers are not ordinary teens; they were trained from the very beginning to kill, assassins. If they were lucky, they’d have parent’s that had the same training as them, the rest were orphans. Taken away in orphanages at a extreme age and trained extensively to where they were geniuses’. The Academy didn’t stop at America, it all started in Japan, and it’s spread all over the world by now. But only a few hundred people in the world know about the organization it’s purpose other than educating orphans and delinquents.
Starting with the masterly of thievery at age five, knives at 12 so their mature enough to not throw at each other for targets, and guns with ‘special training’ at 14. And of course education was a must, to have stupid assassins never got anywhere and trusted too much in bad business, bad trouble. The smart ones left no traces behind, if they graduated from The Academy, in their career is to its fullest. Well bloody fullest to say the least.
Now Camilla was one of the few that had a parent, two to be exact. But it wasn’t exactly a blessing, always away on a mission or only Corrine is home. Not exactly a luxury, except the houses of course. But she doesn’t feel much for anything, except for her brother and maybe her parents but they were always away...But never mind, it’s too off subject now, back to the present…
“Yeah yeah I’m on it.”Rockies muttered and entered the dressing room to examine the problem, she rolled her eyes. Between you and I, Rockies was the smarter one in the trio. Tyson the cunning one, and Camilla the sly fox of the small group.
All trained in seduction classes, ‘special training’ was the art of seduction and conviction of statements, all of it was necessary, like tonight for example. Tyson was dressed in a simple black suit with a red rose in his breast pocket and Rockies was mildly dressed in formal wear, all set up for another hit.
After running down two floors of stair, dress pulled up of course, they kept their breathing to a minimum for small habitable reasons. After they had stopped short before silently opening the staircase doors is then did Tyson take her arm in his with a smile.
“So you’re my date tonight?”
“Only for a while. Don’t act like a child all over again, I can’t handle that twice in my life.”She says when he twirled her into the crowd of dancers at the ball.
“You know I only have eyes for you.”Tyson says while dipping her back and his knee holding her back from her falling on the floor, she snorted.
“Says the man that has a woman every night.”
“You know they don’t mean anything to me.”He says closely into her ear, she tried to ignore him and concentrated on his shiny feet that were moving with her pace, she smiled.
“So your letting me lead the show tonight?”She asks, his dimply smile comes out.
“Like you said, I have another hit tonight. Your job is done.”He smirked, trying to taunt her, for her to want more of him. Bluntly, Tyson has always had a childhood crush on Camilla, and it’s hardly ever been returned. Just flings, no commitments and a love hate relationship, hardly anybody has moved her. Sure she’d flirt, a forced habit, but nothing serious would happen between them, at least not to her.
“Make it quick please; I don’t want to be alone with these grubby old men.”She pointed at the people around her with a shrug; Tyson chuckled and bowed at her.
“Whatever you say your majesty.”He says softly and then merged into the crowds of dancing figures. He was to kill Mrs. Emerson, a trafficker of humans, especially little girls, wicked. She had no pity and was not forced in that position she gladly takes the money and her devious job and she just happens to be in Mexico too.
“May I have this dance my fair lady?”A smooth voice says into Camilla’s ear, she instantly turned around when hands were on her waist, smacking her skull into a hunk of cartilage.
“Argh!”He yelled, it was muffled because he was holding his face with his hands, she smirked, serves him right to sneak upon her. About that, how did a regular man do that?
“Excuse me, I have to go to the powder room.”She says, not even apologizing for her ill deed, wasn’t even that big of a deal anyway. And then all of a sudden a hand was on her exposed shoulder, her anger flared.
“‘Excuse me’ what is wrong with you?”That same dastardly man said, she noticed he was quiet handsome, as good eye looking as Tyson, as but in a more settle way than the dramatic flaunting Tyson. He was about to go farther into his discussion/argument with her until he got a good look at her petite face, his mouth popped open.
“Su retrasar de fallas. Dejar pasar antes de que tengo que forzarlo.”Your fault. Let me pass before I have to make you. She frowned at the gentleman, he was in fancy clothes as well, and black wavy hair slicked back too, his skin light amber.
He looked Spanish, he had a slight accent, and after all it was Mexico. Where his hand was on her skin was still warm, she noticed it was still on. He smiled cockily, not expecting her small form to be able to put harm on a strapping man. Frankly he looked like he was in his late teens than a ‘man’ that needed a good stab.
“¿Usted? Espero que tu novio hacer que para usted, ¿tengo derecho? Parece que lo tienes apretado alrededor de su dedo.”He says just as fluently in Spanish, translated: You? I’d expect your boyfriend to do that for you, am I right? It looks like you have him tight around your finger. She rolled her eyes, wanting to walk away so badly, she didn’t even plan on talking to anyone that’s not dead or not in the Trio. But this guy bugged her, why him? She wanted to stop all the things she was doing to sack him in the stomach to shut up.
“He’s not my boyfriend, please leave me alone.”She walked away but the guy hung back onto her, she shook him off. Camilla noticed that they were drawing several eyes, she shook her head.
“Don’t you dare touch me, low life.”She whispers clear enough for only him to hear, he growled almost, they both glared at each other.
“Make me.”Was all it took, boy would that detective regret that, it’s going to bite him in the butt sooner or later, she smiled humorlessly and cracked her knuckles.
“Con mucho gusto.” Glady, they smile.


Sex And No Kiss.


The drug slip into Mrs. Emerson’s champagne glass was almost too easy, the drug fizzled like the bubbles in her alcohol. Tyson had no particular interest in alcohol but he knew enough, wine, champagne, and beer.
“Have a good night monster.”He whispered into her wrinkly ear, she gasped, her throat would be closing about now, and he enjoyed his work too much. He would even be tempted to ‘hit’ people that weren’t even that much evil in society’s eyes. Before going back to Camilla aka Black Panther but he didn’t know that, he chewed on a chocolate strawberry.
His favorite dessert but assassin’s were not to have habits like this; it could come back to them in a nasty bite, dead, like poisoned strawberry’s anyone? But who could help it? They were delicious, instead of alcohol, he divulged in sweets, Camilla wine, and Rockies computers. He found out that secretly and kept it to himself.
A middle aged woman tried to hit on him, he shook her off almost glad to get rid of himself by surrounded women to see his childhood friend. But when he went to where he left her, she wasn’t there, puzzling him. She was always on her word so where is she? Did she get caught? Before he could do anything he saw minority of the crowd of dancers slow to see something over by the bathrooms, he heard curses.
“Oh bloody hell.”He muttered and untied his tie as he came closer to the growing circle, pushing his way through, and even shoving one guy until he broke through the front of the crowd. He sighs and rubs his head at the scene. Camilla had a black haired guy in a headlock in her very sexy dress that was showing too much bending over and kicking him repeatedly in the gut, she looked like she enjoyed it. He watched for a while before she finally noticed him with amusement written all over his face. She stopped short when she had the poor man’s head tight in her grip, a grin on her face; she rearranged her top of her dress, his eyes glued to her chest.
“Er du gjort landbrugsekspert?”She says to him in Danish, are you done staring yet?, he shakes his head.
“Never. Hvad laver du til denne fattige dreng?” What are you doing to this poor boy? He replies in perfect Danish, dimples showing. She smiles unkindly and moved the poor boy’s hand over her shoulder and her petite hand on his elbow to keep it straight. Their ears only hearing the sweet agony of his screams, she slugged him to shut up.
“Please help me.”PB said in a wheezy breath bent over, Tyson smiled underneath his hand; Camilla giggled and tightened her grip on his wrist.
“Pero Señor, usted es no ir aún.”But sir, you cannot leave just yet, Tyson replied, grinning, and the crowd was all gone now since they moved to the back of the alley. Rockies was sweating and had a heavy duffel bag by his feet behind them; he had arrived to break up the crowd.
“And why is that? I don’t want trouble.”Hah, he brought it on himself, inviting the devil’s mistress for a dance, the devil has came back to take her away and punish.
“Ah that is where you are wrong sir. You touched her and she’s mine.”Tyson says in his ear, carful to not let his rigid guard down, back facing Camilla, she growled.
“T-”
“Don’t say it!”Rockies jumped in, bifocals clearly uncomfortable jumping on the bridge of his straight nose, another disguise, Camilla huffed.
“Fine fine, so what should we do with the dumb remo?”Camilla asks, glee in her eyes, Rockies shook his head, he was the softer of the two, couldn’t stand torture or bulling, forget him. Tyson rolls his eyes and gripped the sore boys wrist harder, making him wince.
“Pl-please let me go, I swear I’ll put you in jail for a long time kids.”He says, they laugh in a low chuckle, what could he do? He was no ambassador or president of the United States. Well he was at the ball, it was no ordinary run off the mill ball for middle class, aristocrat and wicked only.
“And what makes you so sure about that? You don’t have the police on your side do you?”Tyson asks, leaning his hand towards Camilla’s casually, she didn’t seem to notice, transfixed on the man’s face, stepping forward.
“I thought I smelled a cop.”She muttered, Rockies let out a long sigh while shaking his dark mope of hair, Tyson took a step back, why didn’t he notice that before? The way a bulge was behind his breast pocket for the i.d. badge, the way he stood non vulnerable as possible when handled and the way he bent his back to ease the pain, basic training methods. They were getting lazy and sloppy.
“Detective actually. Detective Carnal actually, and you are…?”Hah, like they would ever give their names away, Camilla pushes Detective Carnal against the warm brick wall and began to strip him of his clothes until he was only in boxers and in a undershirt with a small bowtie loose. She was fast enough that he couldn’t react, he sure did when she bent down to retrieve his gun and wallet, she snorted and looked back at her crew.
“Nothing her but an i.d., one gun, and another one cocked, no wires.”Rockies snickered, Tyson gritted his teeth at Carnal, and the man under scrutiny blushed and looked away.
“You do not treat a human this way, I have right’s.”
“This isn’t America and…hmm.”Camilla pawed through his wallet and showing a picture of his police i.d. to her partners in crime, they grin.
“C-can I still get you guy’s names?”They sigh and shake their heads, Camilla passed the gun to Tyson and Rockies had the heavy duffel on his shoulder already.
“Darling, we know the tiny capabilities of the government here, you’ll never find us. How about this, if it makes you feel any better, my name is Poppy and I killed someone tonight.”She says softly, gently pushed up against him, his breathing quick, she smiled slowly.
Her lips a razor with away from his, eyes dilating at the light and tiny emotions and then a hand came out to pull her back and stab the vulnerable part of the guy’s neck. Instantly knocking him out, the hand on her waist was still gripped firmly and made her face into the crook of Tyson’s shoulder, she growled and pushed him away. He held onto her elbow, she glared at him.
“You’re in my way.”She says, stomping on his foot with her high heel, he howled but not very long, he had, just like Camilla and Rockies, high tolerance for pain. He gritted his teeth and got his hands on her shoulder when she was flying out of the alley, turned her around and stopped. She was crying, lips trembling, cheeks pink, Camilla was the girl that still looked great while teary eyed, and Tyson softened and gently pushed a stray tear off her cheek.
“Uhh…,”Stiff again, she wiped her nose while looking down, finally looking like a normal hormonal teenage girl, the girl Tyson looks for when she’s down.“What’s wrong?”He asks, trying to block the sight of the unconscious man, he was a bit jealous, was she sad because she didn’t kiss him?
“I-I’m screwing up again. I’m a terrible killer. Why do I keep screwing up? I just want to get out of here.”She buries her head in his chest, arms snaked around each other, and he rested his head on hers and patted her softly.
“It’s okay Panther. We’ll take it from here now, wait out in the limo, wait for us?”He says after hesitantly letting go of her embrace, kissing her head once, she backed away.
“I’m leaving.”She mutters and ran out of the narrow alley, heels in hands even though there was surly glass somewhere, Tyson sighs. Rockies called ‘not it’ for dressing back the snoring detective, after he was done he propped the man by the door with a glass of wine by his hand. Take it as you see it, some people might think he got drunk enough to pass out outside. And there was a slim chance that Carnal would remember this part of the night nut just to be sure Tyson whispered into his ear to forget about them, that he drank too much and wanted to get air.
He walked out and jumped into the dark interior limo, he saw some red dress and he knew Rockies would be up front. He sensed when he was in the way, and smart enough to not store the weapons of crime in the back seat, she would have a excuse to stab him with to what he was about to do to her.
“’Bout time you got in here, what took yah so long?”Camilla slurred while looking at her red wine swished into her glass, gulping it down. Tyson scooted closer to her, she didn’t notice.
“Taking care of business, are you drunk?”He asks smoothly, she snorts and hits him on the arm, hard.
“Nah man. Hey they have your favorite sweets in here, even the chocolate strawberries.”Camilla says softly, peeking at him over her wineglass, he looked away, face flushed. How did she find out? He never gave it away when he was around them, he almost drooled at the sight of the pastries and then it clicked. A test, would he reject or accept?
“Nah, I’m only hungry for one thing.”He purrs, she lays down her empty glass, her eyes looked slightly blood shot but she blinked out her brown contacts that were getting her vision blurry when crying. Her purple hair in the dark all down and mussed looked black. He had to reign himself back at her, he wanted to rip her dress and make her his. She met her eyes with content and utter sobriety, he sighs, and she smirks.
“Had enough tease yet darling?”She asks while plucking a un-dipped large strawberry and slowly ate it. He half growled and pretended that the lurch of the car made him closer to her, his mouth close to her strawberry one.
“How’d you know?”
“It’s as obvious as an elephant in a car sweet sweet.”She teased him with sugary names, he gritted his teeth and put his hands on both sides of her, she didn’t seem to mind.
“What are you doing?”She asks curiously because he waited so long she consumed the strawberry so much she was chewing on the bitter green leaves of top, he grinned at her cute appearance.
“Admiring how so cute you are eating the whole berry, cutie pie.”He grinned, finally getting a response from her spitting out the bitter part and stopped eating. She huffed she crossed her arms over her chest, his hopes faltered.
“Aww and the view were just getting better.”He complained and then in all one liquid movement she was on top of him on the long back seat, her eyes dark, there were no street lights so they had to presume that they took the back streets to the airport.
“Pity you, the one that gets all the fun and I don’t? How very and toughly rude.”She scowled in a playful tone, her voice dipping low and softly, hands straying everywhere but his face, his eyes sparked light.
“Ah but you haven’t tried soft before? I would gladly show you both.”He tried to lift his head but she pushed him back down with a nail, he didn’t protest with her smile showing.
“Oh pray tell what shall come out of this, try to not bore me.”
“First of all, you, bottom. Oh and the dress is a no-no.”Tyson requested, not ever expecting that she would ever comply to his physical and mental needs such as her skin melted with his, lips merged until you couldn’t tell them apart. But she obediently stuck onto the bottom and underneath him, her zipper was down but she made no move to take it all the way off, he huffed.
“You too bolo, do you need help?” After five seconds no he didn’t, his clothes were ripped of by himself. She slid the rest of her dress off slowly, waiting for the budding reaction she was looking for, when she did it, she smiled.
“I’m thinking kissing second.”He cooed after he came back down from the skies, his goofy smile still on. She lazily pushed her fingers through his blonde hair, his head on her chest, smirking behind his head. Her dress was their blanket that spread out a good majority of their bare bronzed skin, He felt that the car had long stopped, Rockies was smart enough to not interrupt them or that would resulted in a disaster and murder. He flicked a piece of purple hair, tugging for her face to come to his, for a kiss, Camilla resisted.
“Tyson.”She states while pushing up his body off her and strapped on her black strapless bra on, her back facing him, his face fell.
“Yeah? What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?”He asks, confused and a little angry, why is she being so distant after they just had sex? Her shoulders caved in, hair concealing her face; he scooted closer to her, her eyes cold and looked blatantly in his eyes. He hissed as she looked away again, she blinked slowly as Tyson’s brain finally caught up.
“Oh…shit!”He cursed multiple times while pulling on his ravaged clothes, she hummed tunelessly as she turned to zip her dress up.
“I just want to tell you that you failed Tyson, majorly.”Camilla had already half of her dress back on and was zipping it back up, Tyson was furious. The head mistress testing him on part of his exam with the girl he just couldn’t resist…the point.
“I’m such an idiot.”He mutters, tying his shoes on, she glared.
“Stop it. You couldn’t help it, it was a major test you held out pretty fine than last time, good thing Evgenie didn’t ask me that time.”She winked, now she was clearly enjoying this, that emotion controlling…grr. He wanted to shake her. Calling that manipulative old hag by her first name like they were good old friends, gag. He had failed his test in “Special Training” taught by the one and only Mistress of The Academy. A lady you did not want to meet, in her late 30’s and a retired assassin specialized in seduction and hypnotism, pulling out lies that were so convincing it could mess with your memory and make you think twice.
“Shutup vil du?”He said in a nasty tone, not meaning to make her sad again but even if she didn’t show her tears you could see the woe in her eyes.
“I am sorry I hurt your feelings.”Camilla says softly and opened the door and shut it without saying good bye, leaving him to mourn. After he heard the roar of the private jet he knew she finally left. He buried his head into his hands, blonde hair frazzled, reflecting his mood.
“I am so dense.”He mutters while aimlessly walking through the airport roads, the driver following him a hundred yards away, lights off, Tyson paid him no heed. His suit abandoned, his mind wandering, hands deep into his pockets, head hung low.
Not his usual self I assure you, depressed wasn’t the first time in his life; he kept seeing her sad grey and purple eyes staring back at him behind his eyes while walking. The limo had lagged behind farther and farther on the dirt roads, Tyson still registered in his depressed trance he heard the whispering Spanish from thugs and the scruff of metal brushing their calloused hands. Tyson stopped walking, his mind back down on earth, his blue eyes hardened, he had no weapons on him.
“Salen esté donde esté.”He yells out, he looked back to see that he was surrounded by slum thugs that didn’t have a penny to their names. He smiled humorlessly, eyes cold marbles again, he cracked his knuckles. The pueblos stare at him with cold eyes that reflected back void black, they swung their weapons in place, Tyson dropped his jacket and rolled his neck. He was waiting for a release to happen, to release his anger and confusion. His love for Camilla was either dying or thriving, his need for release from the confusion.
After he was done with them, the seven of them lay dead with their dingy weapons, eyes still wide in shock from the onslaught they had provoked on Tyson. After all, without his emotions in the way, he rather enjoyed his job. He decided alright, his decision was clear. He allowed the driver to open his door for him and got in, once the driver was settled in Tyson was already devouring those chocolate dipped strawberries.
“Take me to Colorado.”


Family Time


The plane ride was fast, as usual, without her really noticing. Going on them hundreds of times really gave you no jet lag that much, or wrinkles but it made her a little less connected to her senses. And after staring/brooding into the dark window, the stars seemed less bright, dull really. Like they forgot to spit shine themselves before the moon came up, she sighs, and thinking about spit shining stars was ridiculous.
She cuddled up in her first class recliner that was toasty warm, her head buds stuck in her ears. Who says assassins can’t listen to music? They’re not totally heartless to listen to some Nirvana and Smashing Pumpkins. Tyson’s betrayed face haunting the back of her eyes, she wanted to get her eyelids removed to where she’ll never have to close her eyes, he’d still find a way to get into her eyesight.
The North Carolina airport was as banal as the other airports in America, maybe a little more cleanly but nothing else really, like a exit. There was certainly no one to wait for her, no arrests, and certainly not her family ready to envelope her in welcoming arms. Or that detective, she rolls her eyes underneath her sunglasses and readjusted her beanie hat. She walks all the way outside of the glass double doors, one ear bud in dangling and nothing on her except the clothes on her back. Camilla walked farther and deeper into the lit up parking lot of the airport. No one gave her a second glance in her get-up.
Secluded in a spot where the parking lot lights were far away and camera’s blurry, the black Rover 75 BMW stood there, lights off and engine purring, she keeps walking until she reaches the passenger door and gets in.
“Bonjour s½ur.”In shock she almost punched her darling blonde haired beauty brother on the pressure point that would be a pass out spot but stopped short, his hand blocked it. They smile at each other, proud of her little brother blocking.
“Bonjour Augustus. Bonne bloc, ce que vous êtes ici?” Hello Augustus, good block, what are you doing here? She asks as he pulls the car in reverse with a fast jab. They mostly spoke in French when they got together, they were full blooded French and they learned that language first. But she had not expected her brother to be here, picking her up from her hit! Speaking of her brother, he smiles at her, dimples exposed, she loved her brother. No matter how annoying he could get, even in their visits. He still kept his innocent part of him, Camilla can’t say the same, hers was long gone, and pride replaced it.
“Thank you. I missed you sis! I just got done with a test, I aced it.”Augustus flashed her a wolfish grin, Camilla saw almost everything. Her brother was terrible at masking his emotions, she snorts in amusement.
“Oh and what about?”
“Madam Yoldak’s class,” August sighs and rubs his eyes and pushed the accelerator harder. “But I just finished it and I got it down pretty good.”He seemed happy then, in a teenage boy way, like he just got laid. Camilla rolled her eyes and forced him to go above 90, too slow to like.
“Hmm, I just graded someone in Mexico.”She felt something inside of her move, instead of pondering it she looked up at the un-clouded full moon.
“How did he do?”He pushed harder on the accelerator and made the BMW go harder, they had just gotten off the interstate and onto back road country. The thick pine trees swayed in the breeze, blocking most of the light from the moon, the road black. Camilla sighs and rubs her tired eyes, she had probably gotten 24 hours of sleep total this week, and it was only Sunday.
“He failed. Yoldak has a grudge against him I think.”Camilla says while twiddling with the radio, when nothing but fizz came up she turned it off with an irritate flick. Augustus slowed down to look at his sister for one glance, her face showed more than she planned, he put a hand on hers.
“Sis, did you like him?”
“I’m not supposed to. You’ll know that when you graduate.”Camilla says softly, he nods, as if he perfectly understood, well he didn’t. The initiation of graduating was modified every year but the main goal was the fearlessness you have to get the passing grade. To not mourn too greatly on your official first kill, there were several tests.
“How has Yoldak been?”She tried to change the subject, Augustus noticed.
“You know you can just say you don’t want to talk about it if you don’t want to. And for your information, she’s antsy.”
“Antsy? You mean bitter?”
“No, we hardly see her that much unless for a assembly or one or two classes a week tops.”
“Hmm that’s unusual. There has been numeral new student though that have been transferred to Colorado. Yoldak has been talking to me lately, when I’m not sleeping or busy, she wants me to come back to GJI.”
“Vous devez revenir ! Peut-être vous pourrait nous enseignent.”You should go back! Maybe you could teach us.
“Ah mais ensuite je dois rester puis.”
“I’m sure Mistress will allow you to travel when you wish, I’m sure of it now.”
“Oui Oui, nous verrons.”Yes yes, we’ll see. And then their conversation stopped.
It takes years to get to the final plane of expertise, Camilla at the top of her graduating class. She had just graduated three months ago from (Only students called it this) The Academy, officially named Gora Joben Institution, named after the founder of assassin schools across the worlds. And Mistress of the Colorado GJI just recently had asked only a handful of graduated students every five years for a placement as a teacher at GJI, Camilla was called for a group dinner at Colombia in two days. Camilla suspected that Mistress Yoldak, that Russian woman, wanted her to work at GJI. Camilla had no idea what she should decide, she hoped her brother was right.
“Camilla…? CAMILLA Réveillez le fuck!”Augustus yelled in the warm, recently silent car, Camilla’s head shot forward, essentially hitting her head on the roof of the car. She had fallen asleep right side up, the seat not even reclined and the car was rolling into the long gravely driveway. A hue of a glow illuminating on the hood of the car, a glass mansion sprawled out on the crushed shelled sand of the beach, only palm trees peppering the cleanly cut lawn. Lights were illuminated in the house of glass, glows of tiny lights from tiny flower floaters rocked in the pond, she heard the frogs throaty calls to its lover from here.
“Ne pas crier à moi !” Don’t yell at me! Camilla responded with a slap on his thigh, he howled but grinned at his sister and suddenly hugged her tightly, the breath knocked out of her.
“Je vous ai manqué soeur”I missed you sister. She sighs but kissed the top of his head, after all he was only 14, she missed him even more. If that’s possible, August thought of Camilla as a mother when their own blood one wasn’t around or very warm, a substitute.
“Moi aussi, me trop.”She sighs and let’s go of her brother and they get out of the car, the keys in her hand, after she stole it of course.
“Hey! Give that back!”Augustus yelled, lunging for the keys. She laughs side stepping him and whipped the heel of her foot hooking into the back of his knee, making him fall on his back onto the hood of the car. They laugh. He hustles his giggling sister into the grand front entrance of the house. One of their many houses their parent’s owned, thanks to her father.
Mr. Claude owned the major company called Plessey Company, home of the weapon trading, underground of course and the Black Market and other private businesses invest oodles of money into Plessey. But on the outside cover they are a toy company but by different company names. Toys Are Ours To Give store, a multimillion business as well, hundreds of stores in the world. So you can expect the Claude to have a nice pocket full of gold bricks in their pockets? No their smart and greedy, they invest and store it in many bank accounts in all different names.
They half run into the front of the house as they race to the kitchen, where their parents were silently sipping their steaming coffee, obviously the hot liquid didn’t bother them enough to wait. The kitchen faced the water so some of the moon light came streaking in, the roomed smelled of pizza, an unfamiliar smell in the room. They halt in mid stride and straighten up, their faces go blank, and something was going to unfold upon them.
Why? Because their parents have hardly ever been in the same room because either one of them was busy and working. Working could include all of the following: missions for a hit, working over the toy empire, or trading weapons to Russia. Always too busy for their own children, besides they had to work to get to do so meeting as a family was as rare as snow in Mexico. Speaking of Mexico, where’s lover boy?
Corrine Claude looks up from her coffee cup that had a painted lopsided heart on it and her reading glasses on, eyes peering at them from the shadows of her eyes. A vanilla file opened up in front of her on the counter as they sat on the barstools.
“Hello. Glad to finally see you. Your late.”
“What took you so long? You know how busy we get.”
“Sorry mother and father.”
“I apologize. I took a longer time than I predicted. Mistress Yoldak requested last minute for me to test a student in Mexico.”The Claude children swallow hard, hoping their parents wouldn’t be too hard, after all they were current hit men as well.
“Well, good job. You are going to that dinner right Camilla?”Her father asks grudgingly, he didn’t, back in the day, graduate with the ‘highest’ work when he left GJI. But he felt great respect for his only daughter; she gained almost everyone’s respect when they met her that wasn’t supposed to die on her hands.
“Now sit down kids. We have something to discuss.”Corrine says with a sniff, she had bad allergies during this time of the year, and she constantly had tissues by her, she blowed into one. Camilla sat on the granite counter by the sink; Augustus just got closer but didn’t sit. There wasn’t a table in there except for the bar with the stools. Gustavo just rolls his eyes and sips more loudly on his drink, both of them dressed in fluffy robes. They were hiding something, by the look on their faces Camilla could tell but couldn’t put her finger on it.
“And what is happening for you guys to be here?”Camilla asks slowly, Corrine looks away in shame.
“Evgenie Yoldak informed me that both of you have an assignment together as partners, we’ve been looking it over while waiting for you two.”Gustavo says sullenly but pride gleamed in his hazel eyes and he set down his cup.
“I am so proud of you guys!”Corrine gushes, her heels clicked as she got up to kiss them on the cheeks as she left.
“I was thinking, maybe eggs for dinner?”Corrine asks the family, only Camilla speaks up.
“Yeah, sure.”
**

‘Family Time’ was short and filled with the smell of burnt cheese from the eggs, courtesy of Corrine. When it was past midnight is when the semi awkward meeting broke up, there was a copy of the files. Even with Camilla and her brother as partners, they had different goals of using two different people to get to the prize. Using twins, that worked out. They were the same age, or close to the age of Camilla, 16. They had to use the twins to get to their main goal, their mother Francesca Luzon. She poured over her papers with a nice cool orange juice while reading, her eyes scanned it, after 30 seconds she was done.
A ruthless cruel woman that was in the Asian trafficking business for prostitutes, having parties filled with naïve young girls and kidnapped them, found in Hong Kong, as forced prostitutes. All of the Russian Princess’s doing, her sick nickname she calls herself in that nasty market. Their client was the government of Hong Kong and several other small Asian countries requesting them, her brother was a score of its own. His supposed ‘charm’ was another way to get through Arina (girl) and Camilla for Andrey (boy). But Augustus was not, absolutely not supposed to make the kill for the RP.
After finishing her drink with a gulp she switched off the light in her bedroom. She snuggled into the sheets, her hand close to her automatic in the pillow next to her. After thirty minutes she heard the creak of her door open, without a second thought and lacking of the light being on she cocked her gun towards the door.
“Be warned, I’m armed.”She murmured while rubbing her eyes and stared intensely at the shadowed person at her door.
“It’s me! Your brother!”Augustus sputtered, Camilla sighs but reluctantly un-cocked the gun and tucked it under her pillow. He brother crawled in, another weight pulling down the bed, she sighs and rolls over.
“Bonne nuit s½u.”Whispered Augustus as he snuggled up with one of her old ragged, bullet holed` toys she had in her child ages.
“Yes yes, goodnight.”Camilla murmured as they try to go to sleep. After an hour her brother was sound asleep and snoring softly, Camilla was wide awake; she rolled over and studied her slumbering brother. His face relaxed, eyelashes thick over his cheeks, lips half opened, Camilla thought her brother could not be a perfect assassin. But she noticed, not in his looks, but she can’t see her brother taking over the family business but a certain pride and a little arrogance. Giving too much away, even in sleep. She rolled back over and silently fell asleep with her hand on her gun, smiling mellifluously.
She was running, running away from something malicious, her boots smashed into the mud with a sucking sound as it slung onto her legs and white dress as she ran farther and farther into the muddy swamp. Her breathing was fast and unsteady but her rhythm of running was even paced as she ran in the twilight. The sunset hardly going through the misty swamp that was a muck with the mosquitoes following her as well. She heard a spine tingling laughter, she faltered in her running but kept herself in check, nearly getting her foot bitten by an alligator. Never had she been as scared as she was now, tears were plopping into the muddy half foot tall water; she bounced off a rock covered with moss, everything green and depressing.
She noticed that the person in hot pursuit just before was getting farther and farther away, she felt relived at that and that the water was getting lower and lower. Finally, with just some mud holes, the land wasn’t soaked with alligators and swamps, dry land. The trees were close together and dripping with previous rainfall and she had green on her thin dress that touched her knees with her chunky steel tipped boots making sucking noises as she half ran. After what seemed forever, her blonde hair dripping with swamp juice and perspiration, Camilla runs into a small opening in the green gloom.
The clearing was small but it was enough, totally exhausted Camilla lounges on the mossy floor as she tried to catch her breath. She distantly heard over her heavy breathing a rustling and then a panting figure was pinning Camilla to the ground that was suddenly hard. Her long blonde hair pulled in a severely tight bun, eyes piercing, mouth twisted up evilly, dressed all in boring slate black, and the woman pushed her scary looking knife against Camilla’s throat. Camilla gasps at her surprise, in shock as she stared at the identical stormy eyes as hers, but more cruel and ruthless. The black Camilla awarded the fallen twin like Camilla (clearly the victim.) with a wicked smirk and pushed the knife harder. She tried not to breath to heard for her throat to rip open all the way, (The ‘evil’ Camilla) her knees dug into (Victim Camilla.)her ribs as she pushed herself off to loom over the fallen Camilla.
“Wha, why are you doing this to me? I didn’t do anything to you!”She yells, desperation seeping into her voice as the stranger looking much like herself with a gun in her hand, pointed right at her heart.
“I’m you. Your me, I’m your other self. The one you were trained all of your life to be, the perfect assassin, the ones that don’t value human life’s.”Camilla’s other, ruthless, self snides, calm as ever. She was right, she didn’t care if she killed someone right now, the deadness in her eyes was another sign of that. She hears a rustle from everywhere, ten figures walk in to the edge of the tree line.
“W-who are these people?!”
“The people you killed. Rosa Fergana, Downy Moto, Smith Browns, Lepton Remington, Snyder Livings, Baroque Haven, Adour Lash, Prim Ghost, Palm Ghost, and Edward Rodrigo. And here is my partner, my lover.”Camilla/evil one, says, the one in white scuttles away from the ghostly figures stood up from the shadows of the trees, their faces outlined with sorrow. A blonde head walks out of the gloom of tight knitted trees; his head held high and dressed the same as the black claded Camilla.
The one on the ground gasps, tears threatening to come out. Tyson…Which hardly gave her a second glare when striding towards the gun holding assassin, she turned around in time to kiss him deeply on the mouth. After they were done, she licked her lips and cocked her gun at the white dressed Camilla that’s eyes were wide in fear. Tyson chuckled at her appearance, his eyes traveling down her legs. He didn’t care about her anymore; no compassion for her was ignited in his bright eyes that had hardened.
“I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry! I go by orders! Please forgive me.”Camilla closed her eyes shut and expected a bullet to the heart and chest but all she felt was cool air brushing away her hair from her sticky face and a chilly pressure on her parted lips that suddenly went away. She allowed herself to peek; no one was there, just herself. Camilla rolled over and pulled herself up, suddenly stronger, feeling as if something heavy on her shoulders was lifted. She could feel deep inside of her a peaceful, airy feeling inside of her soul she didn’t even know she had in the first place.
She thought it died the minute after being borne into the world. Confidence flooded into her, so was the overwhelming guilt filling her body. Now she truly appreciated human life, that she shouldn’t take it for granted. Let some people in her know what was in her head, like she should have done to a person that truly was interested in her life. That wanted to be in a big part of her life, like Tyson wanted to do. But being the stupid cocky self she was, she distanced herself and accepted the offer to teach Tyson his lesson and not even thinking she would get hurt in return. Idiot.
She realized that now, she had learned her lesson, never to be repeated again. She slowly and painfully laid down onto the moss ground, after a while it wasn’t so hard anymore. Her boots kicked off and her dress wet on her skin as she curled up in a ball and shut her eyes and tried to go to sleep. It was hard at first, frustrating really, but when her arm went numb from holding her head up as a pillow she gave up and laid on her back, her snores going straight to the sky.

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To myself, i wanted to see if i can actually make a novel like this. I don't know what will happen by the end, will this be a master piece or a failure?