Assassin

She hadn't held a gun in months, almost a full year now. She'd been trying to quit it, they reminded her of him, the gun powder smell, the weight of it in her hands, even this mostly plastic contraption was getting to be too much for her. She could feel the bile rise up in her throat as her fingers wrapped around it's pretty pink handle.

If it would make you feel better I can paint little pink flowers on it

She shook her head violently to rid herself of his voice and took the offered manilla envelope. It had Cindy MacKenzie on the front of it in looping metallic grey, whoever had done it had dotted the i's with little hearts.

She was sure she was going to be sick now.

Veronica owed her so much for this one.

Wrapped up in a Zeta Theta Beta white and pink jumper her hair pushed away from her face with a headband that had a god damned ribbon on it. These kind of things seemed to suit Veronica just fine, like she was with an old friend and even from across the quad she can see Veronica in similar attire looking much more comfortable and smiling brightly at some Pi Sigma thug.

Mac slipped to the side of the gathering and pulled the information from her folder.

Adam McCray

has a thing for damsels in distress

hockey team

Kineisiology major

Ohio

She studied the photo cringing at the idea that one of the boys in the crowd was now looking at a picture of her. What did it say for her weakness? Rich sociopaths?

Somewhere out there she was defined by four lines and she could only imagine what it said.

Cindy Mackenzie

has a thing for emotionally disturbed smartass'

vegan

Computer Science major

California

She put the photo back into the envelope and scanned the crowd.

What luck Adam McCray was on the edge of the crowd looking at his targets picture. She started towards him, loading the gun with the ease that hours at the gun range had given her and considered her best course of action. If the knight in shinning hockey helmet was really what the neat writing on the back of the photo suggested this could be as easy as faking a trip in front of him sending some bright pink paint into his chest and taking the boys target and moving on.

Maybe if she got lucky someone would shoot her before she even had to pull the trigger, take her out before she took someone else out...but she did need the money for new hardware.

Before she could decide to bail on this whole stupid thing she had brushed Adam McCray's shoulder and dropped to the ground, dropping her envelope in front of him for good measure.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry," She looked up at her target, widened her eyes, making them wet, pulling her lips into her mouth and cringing slightly, "I'm such a klutz." She reaches out for her envelope as Adam drops to a knee to help her sort her things, "Kelly is so right no ones ever going to ask me to the social with me falling all over the place." She takes a deep shaking breath and Adam is shaking his head in disagreement.

"No way, someone will totally ask you." He tells her his eyes bright as he hands her the paperwork she had intentionally dropped. She's pretty sure the someone in question is him, and he's cute enough but obviously incredibly gullible and she's never been into sweet but slow. She likes them quick and apparently a little mean, maybe that's what it says on the back of her picture.

A horn blasts and people start scurrying away from the quad.

The game has officially begun.

"That's so sweet of you." She tells him her voice darkening and his bright eyes get wide but she's shot him in the chest before he has a chance to say anything, with sagging shoulders he hands her his envelope as well.

"You don't give a fuck about the social do you?" Did this boy honestly still want to go with her? She wasn't the damsel he thought she was, why was he still talking to her?

"No, sorry, but you're a good sport Adam."

She starts to leave eyes sweeping the field for a shooter but it's clean so far.

"Cindy?" He calls out.

"Mac." She yells back correcting him but doesn't turn to see what he wants just pulls out his target.

Mary-lou Geddy.

once gave a dude a handy for Coldplay tickets

débutante points

English major

South Carolina

The writing on this picture was different, she assumed some pi sig had written on all the girls pictures not realising that a Theta would eventually end up looking at this once they'd taken out their target.

At least the comment on Adam's photo hadn't been obscene.

She turned the photo around, yeah the blonde kinda looked like she'd give some guy a happy ending for coldplay tickets. She couldn't unsee it. Christ the southern belle was probably a sweet thing, who took care of sick animals or something, she could be the next mother Teresa and all she would ever see is a chick who'd given a handy to some stranger to see Chris Martin dance around a stage.

She had this horrible feeling that the seats probably ended up being terrible.

Poor Mary-lou.

She made her way off campus where she was supposed to met Veronica at Java the hut to go over strategy, apparently she needed the money too.

A/N: A little gift from the cleaning out my stuff.