(Hey everyone! I'm new to the fanfiction scene and this was the first thing that popped into my head since I love VOLTAGE games. BTW "Kissed by the Baddest Bidder" ideas and scenes go to VOLTAGE. This story follows my own version of Baba's route. And what I think should ahve happened in the prologue. Just wait. You'll see what I mean...Muhaha...)

Snap!

I crack the man's neck in my gloved hands as he fails to get out my grasp.

"I'm sorry. But I had to kill you." I whisper in his ear.

Laying the man down back on his bed and covering him up with his blankets, I say a quick prayer for his soul. I knew mine was damned so I didn't even bother to pray for it.

Taking one last look at the dead man's body, I think of my family.

They were also killed by a "Shadow".

Then I hear something whiz through the air hitting my chest.

Making me fall out the window.

Three months before….

"Come on, Darren! I'm going to be late for my cover job!" I yell as my friend and fellow employee of the hotel Tres Spades, doesn't come out of the bathroom, where he had closed the door and locked it to make a damn phone call.

I pound on the door, knowing I probably will be regretting it later during training tonight.

I hear the clicking of the lock, and door swings open, to a very angry looking Darren standing there with his phone still in his hand up to his ear.

"Okay I'll tell her." He says before ending the call.

I frown. That did not sound good at all.

"So Scarlet…Listen up. We're going to play paintball tonight night for training." He says smiling at me softly.

I grin and give Darren a big hug, "Thanks I will totally be there!"

He tilts his head and his eyes are filled with an unspoken question.

"Now are you sure? Last time you said that you didn't show."

I laugh and walk out of my apartment with Darren to my right, slightly behind. Close enough that only he can hear my voice.

"Last time we planned for that, I got kidnapped remember?"

He laughs softly.

"How could I forget? Sky thought you skipped town on us, when I convinced her that something was wrong."

I laugh too. It was always the 'odd one out', Skylar, that thought that I wouldn't pay up my end of the bargain.

"You know how much I rock at paintball." I say.

He laughs again, a loud contagious one,that makes you want to laugh-hard.

"I'm just fortunate that you always choose me to be on your team. Because with a paintball gun, you could be registered as a deadly weapon."

Then he frowns, "Actually with any weapon."

I smile sadly at the reminder of what I am. A killer. An assassin.

During my shift, I was cleaning a room, when my boss, Jenkins, comes up to me, and tells me to take a box down to the basement.

"Okay…." I say.

After I pick the box I begin the long descent into the depths of the hotel's heart.

It was dark, and when I turned on the lights and took a few steps with the box in my arms, the lights went out.

Good thing I always carried a flashlight in my pocket for situations like this.

Assassins motto: Never go unprepared or face death.

I set the box down in a corner and I turn around about to leave when I accidently bump into something.

And that is when it all went downhill.

Crash!

"Damn!" I was furious at myself as I examine the broken statue with my flashlight.

Before I know it, something has a hold of my wrists and my flashlight drops and rolls away.

"Bad girl. You broke one of my favorite pieces." A dark edgy voice says.

I use the basic self-defense tatics by simply slamming my foot down on my attacker's own.

"Ow!" He yells releasing my wrists.

I smile and begin to back away, when the lights suddenly come on.

Oh damn. I'm in trouble.

I think as men in black suits begin to surround me.

But I'm not called an assassin for no reason.

No. Don't fight. Don't give them a reason to suspect your allegiance to the Fyre.

Well of course if they look at my lower back, they'll see the well known symbol for the Assassins of the Fyre.

"You have two choices little girl. Either you come quietly. Or we take you by force."

I didn't realize that my arms and hands were already in the fighting position. As soon as I notice I force myself to lower them to hips.

So I was standing there with my hands on my hips, glaring at my attacker? Go me. I have guts.

"Two things. One, my name isn't 'Little Girl'. Second, 'by force'? Dude get your mind out of the gutter!"

He glares back at me when I say this.

"I guess you choose the hard way."

I shake my head, "I didn't say that did I? I'll go willingly."

He looks taken aback for a second before his mask of I-will-kick-your-ass-if-you-come-closer closes back down on his face again.

"Knock her out." He says…before I feel something knock into my legs, making me hit the floor-hard.

And the world goes dark, before I even have time to scream out a curse.

(So you see, Our MC is an Assassin, but why? Did I explain it in there...? If I didn't You'll see in later chapters. And in the next chapter you'll see, how epicly epic I wrote the auction scene. Wait and see!)