t's 1929 and there's an assassin in Magnolia that towns people see as a hero, and the police see as a criminal. Her name is Crimson Rain.
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"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live," — Norman Cousins
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Crimson Rain Pt. 1

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Her fingers against the cold metal was a too familiar for her. The cool breeze that swept her azure curls back, made her feel like she was on the seashores of Phantom; her home. The rumblings clouds reminded her who she was. The red lipstick on her lips as she smirked down reflected her name: Crimson Rain. A notorious assassin.

She balanced the rifle, and looked through the hole, locking on her target. She smiled as she recognized who it was. The mayor of Magnolia. A corrupt and abusive man. He took advantage of the poor and saw women as objects. She smiled exultantly. She would enjoy this job. Her gloved fingers were on the trigger, ready to shoot. All she needed, was for him to walk away from the girl.

It was a crowded night. Everyone was out celebrating the new year. 1929 to be precise. The major especially was celebrating; as far as she knew he had recently made a great business deal with the telephone company. They had started phone booths. It sounded ridiculous to her, but that was beside the point. All she cared about was getting the job done.

Harris Bounty, the mayor, had been listening in to very dangerous people's calls through the telephone operators, and now he had gotten himself a death sentence. Another reason why her next target was, Emilio Fuentes. The director of the Telephone company in Magnolia. He had been in on it.

She stared from the top of a building; looking into a giant window into the mayor's party. Everyone was dancing, smoking and drinking their champagne. A happy night. A new year for new inventions and new possibilities; and most of all, a new year without a corrupt mayor.

As soon as the blonde girl that had been standing beside Harris moved, she pulled the trigger. She felt that same buzz of satisfaction whenever she killed someone that would make a difference. She could see him falling down; eyes wide as he wondered what had happened. She could also see the police running towards him and a very familiar salmoned hair man directing officers; probably to search for her. Which meant if he was in charge at the moment, someone she had been bumping into more than once was somewhere close.

She quickly took her rifle and closed it into its case. She smiled knowingly as she felt the pretense of someone else. Standing up and hoisting the case strap shoulder, she leisurely turned around. Making sure the shadows of the building covered her face.

"Haven't they told you, detective, that spying on a damsel if fully disrespectful," she jested.

"And have you heard that shooting the major down is called murdered and it will cost you very long time in prison?" She smiled widely at him as he stepped into the light.

His face was a beautiful and handsome as she remembered it. His black hair was messy, nothing like the other gentleman's slicked back hair. His eyes were smoldering and pitch black. She never failed to feel mesmerized every time she saw him.

"We need to stop meeting like this," she lulled as she walked closer.

"You need to stop running away and turn yourself in," he quipped back.

"Or even better," she mused with a crimson smile. "You could come with me."

"Come with you?" he asked incredulously, his gun now in his hands. But she wasn't afraid. "You're a criminal. You've murdered hundreds. I'm the law."

She leisurely played with the strap of her rifle bag. "Am I really the criminal if I'm the one getting rid of the vermin in this city?" She walked closer towards him.

"Stay back!" he commented. "Don't take another step!"

She raised her hands in mockery and instead laughed softly. "How is it that you always find me?"

He gave her a steethly look. "How is it that you always get away?"

"Touché," she reached for him slowly. "But we also know you can't hurt me."

He grabbed her arm hard as he pulled her close. "Do you want to bet on that?"

She looked into his eyes. He was angry and there was something else in him that she hadn't seen in a while; he was bitter and woeful. Her case was getting to him. She couldn't help but feel guilty for a second. She had taking him through an arduous journey all over Magnolia.

"Don't do that," he growled. His breath tickling her cheeks.

"Do what?" she asked innocently.

He pulled her closer, his grip tightening on her arm. "Feel sorry for me and at the same time act as I won't shoot you."

She snickered at his cleverness. "Why don't we make a deal?"

"I don't make deals with criminals," he refuted.

She laughed softly, her lips barely touching his. "Good, because I don't consider myself a criminal." She let her lips linger on his, and she could feel him breathing in.

"I know who you are," she said softly. "It's only fair you know who I am."

"What trick are you pulling?" he asked suspiciously.

She reached into his ear and bit it softly. His breath hitches and she smiled at the sound of his desire towards her. She desired him as much.

"Juvia," she said softly. "That's my name." She felt him stiffen.

"I don't believe you."

"Really?" she asked looking at him from under her lashes. "I'd rather you call me that then what they have me named in the newspapers. Crimson Red for them, but Juvia for you."

"You act like you're going to be able to get away," he said.

She laughed, kissing him on the cheek. Leaving behind a kiss mark as she took a few steps back, showing him a pair of handcuffs and his gun.

"How—!" he gave her a furious look.

"Until next time," she winked at him. Getting closer to the edge of the building. "Gray-sama." And she jumped off the building. She could hear Gray's shouts from the top of the building.

She smiled as she felt the few drops of rain fall on her. Her blue dress waving around in the air. She imagined Gray's face as she fell into the river. Her perfect escape plan. Water had always been a part of her; it had also been a perfect part of her escape plan.

As she started swimming towards shore. She smiled. Juvia and Gray. She liked the sound of it. More than she liked the sound of bullets piercing the flesh of criminals.

He would find her again; he always did.

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Annabethlove