My name is... Was Azrael, well that's what I was called by the government at least, I was born Steve Smith, I joined the army the day I turned 19 and never looked back. I got through basic with flying colors and was approached by a man from Langley, who wanted to train me to be some kind of super soldier, and some kind of super soldier I became. They pushed me to my physical and mental limits, never letting me get enough sleep, eat a full meal, or even take a proper shower.

They molded me into a weapon for use against all enemies, foreign and domestic. They gave me the training to perform the duties of a full squad of men, tech, explosives, you name it, I could do it. By the time I turned 25 I still hadn't seen action, but the gains, they said, were well worth it. After another year of training, I was deemed ready for my first mission. I was to assassinate the dictator of a small nation in eastern Europe.

In and out like a ghost, never seen, never heard. I did everything right, and ended with my knife in the man's eye while he slept next to his wife. She didn't wake up until the following morning. Upon which her screams echoed through the halls of their large house. No remorse. No surrender. These were the things the US government had taught me. The program was a success, and they began training more like me. I lived a life of solitude, never having time to seek someone. Never much caring, my job was the only thing I could remember ever doing.

The night they came for me was no exception. I was up, inspecting the blank computer closely, and when I say blank, I mean blank. It was erased, completely. I was suspicious that I'd been made by enemy agents, so I'd set some booby traps and alarms. When I heard the wind moaning outside, the leaves of the trees rustling in the dark of the new moon, I knew what was happening and I prepared.

I killed them, one by one, they fell to me, silently, no noise from their mouths or mine. The training had prepared me for anything. Anything but betrayal. My own vigilance prepared me for that. I kept a little black book filled with names, dates, and photos. I used it to kill everyone who had ever known my secret, the only one I couldn't kill was Laine.

I had trained Laine, when she was getting into this job. She was my only female contact since... well as long as I could remember. So naturally, she was something different in my eyes, that didn't mean I didn't treat her like shit and beat her into the floor, like her training called for, but what it did mean was that when she got to the point that she could hand the beatings back, they usually ended with more... intimate activities. She always held that last remaining piece of humanity in my heart. I let her live. Then I went missing.

I packed my shit, erased all evidence of my birth and life, and moved to Somalia. That's right. Somalia, the war torn african nation. I lived there quietly, (well as quietly as Somalia allowed) and I kept my skills sharp, believing that one day I might need them.

Then one night as I lay contemplating all that had happened in my life I was pulled from my thoughts by a sharp knock at my door. No one here knocked, they just knew to stay away, so I pulled my old Government issue Karambit out of my boot and retrieved my 1911 from under my mattress. Opening the door a couple inches I was met by the sight of a gun barrel, an AK-47.

I slammed the door and dove behind a bookshelf, knowing that it wouldn't protect me completely, gun shots rang out, and I watched a small, round m67 frag grenade roll into view. I sprinted and jumped into the metal bathtub, slamming my head against the faucet, and turning it over on top of me. Then came the ringing in my ears as the grenade exploded just 7 feet away. I felt woozy, and there was a gash on my forehead, spilling blood into my eye.

I threw the tub off of me, then fired 3 rounds in the direction of my assailant, all while running for cover. There was a clatter and a thump as a body hit the floor and I grabbed a piece of the busted mirror off the floor to peek around the corner. There was a Somali man lying there face down, his head was missing a good chunk of skull and his brain matter was all over my wall.

Fuck… I thought, now I have to clean this bastard's brains up. I began to walk out of the bathroom towards the now brainless body and then I heard it. A small crunch, like boots on broken glass. I dropped into a defensive crouch and leveled my gun at the door. My mind darting immediately towards the backup this one most likely had.

Damn it! I stopped to listen, there was another crunch, That has to be reinforcements… I slid along the wall, getting behind the now practically destroyed door. I could hear breathing heavy, and… female? I inhaled, I knew that scent, I knew exactly who they'd sent.

Laine. They wanted me dead. So much so that they were willing to send her.

"Azrael?" she called quietly, "Steven?" her voice lowering even more, when she used my real name. "Are you alive?"
I said nothing, just waited for her to walk into the room. When her hips were fully inside, I slammed the door at her, knocking it the rest of the way off of it's hinges, toppling after it and pinning her between it and the wall, one of her hands was out and carried a Glock, I knocked it to the ground before throwing the door and pinning her back with my forearm on her throat.

She had a small cut on her face and she had a line of blood running from her mouth down her neck. My pistol was pressed firmly against her abdomen, "Why you?!" I asked, my voice coming out rough from disuse, and maybe a little from the emotion I could barely hold back. She looked deeply into my eyes and squared her jaw. She's not gonna talk… I slammed my pistol into her gut, hard. "WHY?!" I screamed in her face, she would've doubled over had my arm not been holding her against the wall, as it was she gave out a small squeak in pain. But her eyes held their defiance.

"Why you Laine?" I whispered, "Why make me kill you too?" I laid my forehead on the wall behind her, arm and pistol still in place, her breath hot on my neck. "Why…?" This last question wasn't to her in particular, but more to myself, why couldn't I kill her? Why couldn't she be here for us, not just my head? Why was life coming down on me with a vengence? All questions I would never be able to answer.

I pulled my head back, and looked into her deep brown eyes, they were misty. I studied her face intently, a nose, slightly crooked, my doing probably, her cheeks, flushed, her jaw, small, feminine. I smirked. Her lips, full, slightly parted, showing a bit of the white teeth behind them. Upon seeing my smirk, the corners of her mouth gave a small tug, she was remembering too. Lips on lips, bodies entwined, fingers interlocked, and passions running high. I felt her swallow against my arm, and felt her fingers graze my side. She smiled wider, her eyes darkened, and she cocked her head. I shivered, her fingers still knowing exactly where to touch.

I slammed my lips to hers, dropping my pistol to the ground. My arms encircled her and she melted into me, eyes probably fluttering like they did in my memories. She opened her mouth slightly allowing my questing tongue to roam. Her hands tugged at the hem of my shirt and I grinned into her mouth I pulled away and let her yank it over my head. I pushed her into my room, she laughed and I was sent back to my good memories. Not that I had many. She was always in those ones though. Always. I slashed my Karambit down her side, cutting the Kevlar off of her.

Her arms reached out and took my hands, pulling me into her, as her legs hit the end of my bed. I fell on top of her and let my hands roam. Our mouths pressed together lustfully. Her hands traced small patterns on my back whilst mine ran up under her shirt to grasp her firm breasts. She groaned into my mouth and she twisted us so that she straddled my waist. I groaned at the newly applied pressure. I ripped her shirt over her head and pulled her down against me, the lace of her bra scraped against my chest.

I flipped her over my hands running along her sides and to her back to unhook her bra. I broke away from her lips and began to kiss her jawline, I kissed up to the soft spot behind her ear, her resulting moan egging me on, I traveled back downward, my lips and tongue leaving behind an unseen line to her collarbone. I ran my tongue along it and bit down on it, she yelped, I kissed it and grinned into her. I pulled her bra from her shoulders and my lips found hers.

She bit my bottom lip, drawing blood and her fingers moved to my waistband and began to fiddle with the button on my jeans. I returned the favor and unbuttoned hers, she began to wiggle her hips as I pushed them down. I kicked out of my own pants and relished in the familiar warmth of her skin. She moaned into my shoulder and bit down on the muscle there, kissing and sucking on it as if to ease the pain.

I needed more. I ran my hands down and followed them with my mouth, drawing a sound of protest from her as I took away the object of her ministrations. I kissed down her throat into the valley between her breasts and down past her naval. I pulled her silk panties down, kissing her thighs and loving the small sounds coming out of her mouth.

I looked up at her when my lips grazed her inner thigh. Her head jerked and looked down at me, her eyes met mine and I smirked. I started, her eyes widened and she dropped her head onto the pillow, letting out a loud moan. I smirked pulling her legs over my shoulders. I continued for a short while before her legs closed on my head I felt her back arch and she let moaned a loud, continuous moan. Her body went limp and I climbed up to her, kissing my way back to her mouth.

She sighed softly when my lips met hers. "Oh god, Steve, why did we ever stop?" She asked rhetorically, before tugging my boxers down and pushing them off with her feet. I positioned my self between her legs and entered. We groaned simultaneously. Her eyelids fluttered. I groaned again, loving how she looked.

I began to move slowly, her mouth opened and formed into an 'o' shape. I grinned and continued slowly. Laine's eyes opened and she gazed into my eyes, "I love you, Steve…" she said.

"I love you, Laine." I replied as I closed the distance between our mouths. She responded enthusiastically, bucking her hips into mine. She flipped on top of me and moaned deep in her throat. I felt a small tear drop onto my face. I broke away to try and look at her face. She just leaned down continued riding. I could feel a burning in my stomach, I was close. She moaned loudly and moved faster. "Laine...I'm….I'm close…" I said quietly into her ear.

"Me too!" I she tightened around me and I thrusted up into her one last time before losing myself in her.

"I'm sorry Steven…" she whispered into my ear. "They have my daddy…" I felt a sharp pain in my kidney. My eyes opened wide

"Laine…" I said my vision failing. I watched as she brought the knife up to my chest. The pain was gone right after I watched the blade fall.