THE KILLER'S TYPE
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Dead or Alive or Hitman Franchises nor
do I own any of the Dead or Alive or Hitman characters (such as Christie
and Agent 47). The only character in this fanfic which was created by and
belongs to me is "Cameron".
IMPORTANT NOTE: In this fic Agent 47 was born in 1970 (not 1964 as
according to the official hitman journal), this is to make it that he's
slightly younger than he would be (so he's about 33 instead of 39 or 40).
As well as this Christie is slightly older than she is in DOA3, even though
it's set not long after DOA3, so she's about 25 or 26 instead of 22 (I think
22 is her age in DOA3 but feel free to correct me if I'm wrong). The age
changes are just there to narrow the age gap between Christie and Agent
47 ( I'm sorry if anyone has a problem with it but I thought the 18 year
age difference would not have worked as well). Also this fic is supposed
to be set after the DOA3 Tournament as well as this it is set after the first
Hitman game except that Agent 47 never gave up being a hitman to
become a monastery gardener. I like both of these characters very much
but not many people have written fanfics about either of them, hell there
isn't even a hitman subcategory on fanfiction.net, so I have decided to
write one, I believe that Christie and Agent 47 could relate to one another
quite well because they are both hired killers. I have also doubled spaced
everything so that it's easier to read. Finally, "Romero" is not a typo of
what is supposed to be "Romeo", "Romero" is a name separate from
"Romeo". PLEASE SEND REVIEWS
PROLOGUE: Christie had entered the DOA3 tournament as part of a
plan to get to a mark which she had been hired, by Donovan, to take out.
However Christie , before suffering any defeats in the tournament,
conspired, with Donovan's subordinates, a plan to, instead, take out
Donovan so that his subordinates could take control for themselves and
Christie would end up with a much larger sum of cash. Then with
her generous payload Christie forfeited out of the tournament early on
and decided to set up temporary residence in Sicily under the
recommendation of her long time friend and lawyer Cameron, she now
had a place to stay in almost every part of the world. Meanwhile Agent
47 had just finished up on probably the biggest contract of his life,the
U.S government had hired him to take out one of the world's most
dangerous and most wanted terrorists with the promise of full protection
from all international scrutiny and a huge pay check. After fulfilling the
task and collecting his money Agent 47 moved to Sicily, under the
recommendation of his friend and lawyer "Cameron", under the alias
"Romero" and decided to go into temporary retirement, he decided only
to go back into contract killing if he got bored, and in Sicily there would
be plenty of Mafioso crime families around if he ever needed work.
CHAPTER 1- FROM A BALCONY IN SICILY
Christie lay awake on her soft bed without any covers on, she was lying
with her face pointed directly upwards at the ceiling. After a while a soft
breeze blew in through the open balcony window and into her apartment,
with a momentary shiver Christie sat up in bed and looked toward the
window, she then got up, put on a soft silk robe and walked out onto the
balcony. Leaning against the railing with her hands she looked first out
over the long spread of Mediterranean apartment blocks and houses and
then down into the colorful street below "I love Sicily" she said to herself
softly. As she surveyed the street she could see an abundance of quiet
restaurants and coffee houses, she breathed in deeply and took in all the
lively aromas. Then in the middle of her appreciation for the street below
she spotted a man walking down the street, from her left, at a moderate
pace. The man appeared very sharply dressed and distinguished, in fact
Christie found his whole appearance to be sharp and distinguished, he
wore a perfectly fitted black suit and matching shoes, a white button up
shirt underneath and a striking blood red tie, he also had on a pair of what
looked like black leather driving gloves but he suddenly took these off
and put them in what was probably an inside jacket pocket. The most
notable detail of his appearance though was his face and head, his head
appeared to be completely hairless but it wasn't like an old man style
hairless with withered or blemished skin, nor was it hairless like a young
head that had been shaved only to reveal a pale skull with roots of hair
still visible, it was that very rare kind of complete baldness where
although no hair grew and there were no roots visible the skin still looked
smooth, healthy and vibrant and it wasn't pale in comparison with the
skin on the face, in fact it was all of exactly the same complexion. His
face was almost as striking as his head, he had high, very well defined
cheek bones that you could see a mile away, contrasted by deep cheeks,
this was held together by a strong visible jaw, chin and brow, all well
defined but none too flamboyant or overdone in appearance. Although the
straight, almost emotionless expression he had on his face when
combined with the rest of his features made him appear quite menacing
and even fearful, Christie saw him as being quite handsome and even
strangely sexually attractive, she couldn't quite put her finger on it but
she somehow saw him as very desirable and her heartbeat increased in
speed slightly, as she kept her eyes glued to him as he continued down
the street he suddenly looked upwards slightly and for a split second their
eyes locked, but only for a split second, the man quickly turned his head
again. The split second was enough for Christie though, enough for her
heartbeat to increase rapidly as she suddenly took a step straight
backward toward the balcony door and put a hand over her heart. "Did he
see me?" she thought "Did he know I was watching him ?, is this fate or
something ?",....she paused in thought for a moment "Oh honestly
Christina, listen to yourself you haven't had real sex, let alone a real man
in so long it's making you delirious". After a bit more self reflection
Christie finally turned and stepped back inside her apartment.
(A FEW HOURS LATER).
47 was sitting on the balcony of his spacious but humble villa on the
coast of Sicily, he had taken off his tie and jacket, unbuttoned the top of
his shirt and folded his sleeves up to his elbows, he was now sitting back
in an adjustable folding frame chair staring blankly out into the ocean.
Spread out on a small table next to him was his "Assassin" kit, there was
his fiber wire, a small dagger, a scalpel (all of which he had just cleaned
the blood off), a bottle of chloroform with a rag, his leather gloves, and
finally his pair of .45ACP AMT Hardballers (which he had just finished
cleaning, polishing, and reassembling) plus a pair of removable sound
suppressors custom made for his AMT Hardballers. As he stared out into
the ocean he softly stroked a small chestnut haired rabbit which sat in his
lap fast asleep. Usually whenever 47 went to "Hit" someone the
adrenaline that would build up from the beginning of the mission would
become so intense that occasionally he would experience a sort of short
term memory loss of exactly what happened shortly before, during, and
shortly after the mission. So at a time like this he would retrace all his
steps and re gather all of what he had seen and done. I had been hired to
assassinate a crime boss who resided most of the time in his Sicilian
mansion. Upon arrival I spotted two men guarding the outer
wall/perimeter, both were armed with MP5 SMGs so I by passed the wall
about 100 meters to the left side of the gate. Once inside the perimeter
there were more guards patrolling the grounds, all armed with either
MP5's, Model 92 beretta's, or GLOCK's of some type, it can be hard to
distinguish between the different standard sized GLOCK's when at a
distance. Making sure to avoid the guards I slowly worked my way
toward the mansion by weaving through the trees scattered around the
grounds. Once I had reached the mansion there appeared to be only one
back way in, a locked door at the rear of the house that probably led to a
kitchen. I waited in a tree right next to the door until a guard came off the
grounds to take a break. As he unlocked and opened the door I moved in
behind him without him even seeing me and, covering his mouth, I
stabbed him in the throat with my pentagon knife. Sure enough the door
led to a large kitchen area. I stashed the guards body under some frozen
products in a large freezer and continued on my way. Strangely the
security inside the mansion didn't seem to be as intense as outside, there
weren't nearly as many guards and they all seemed to be concentrated
within the same general area. After surveying the entire interior of the
mansion I found a back way into the mob boss's office. He was sitting at
a desk soughting through documents. Moving toward him without
making a sound I drew the fiber wire from my jacket and slung it around
his neck. After a few seconds it was over and I left him slumped across
his desk. With the mark dead I moved back through the mansion, out the
back door, through the trees, across the grounds and over the wall.
However just as I landed on the other side of the wall I spotted a guard
only about 5 meters from my position and he had just spotted me as well.
At first he was slightly shocked but then he reached to aim the MP5 that
was slung over his shoulder, I beat him to it however with 3 harballer
shots to the upper chest/neck area. Re holstering the weapon I turned and
swiftly headed into the foliage area on the opposite side of the road. After
about an hour and a half of walking I made it back to the city area. I was
walking down one of those roads that is littered with restaurants and
coffee houses along the base and lined with up scale Mediterranean style
apartments above. Then I looked up and I saw...I saw a woman...I
saw a woman?, yes now I remember it was a woman standing on an
apartment balcony looking down at the streets below and she was
wearing a silk dressing gown. Even though I didn't see her right up close
she looked beautiful, more beautiful than any other woman I've ever
seen, and her hair looked as if it was entirely white with the locks on each
side fashioned into subtle but straight, backward spikes. I could have
sworn her eyes at some point locked with mine, did that actually happen
though or was I just mistaken. I don't understand, I've never looked at a
woman the same way I looked at her, what the hell is going on? Why am
I so confused? It was just a woman, why did I look at her that way? What
was I feeling?
END OF CHAPTER 1
Well I hoped you all like it so far, PLEASE SEND REVIEWS.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Dead or Alive or Hitman Franchises nor
do I own any of the Dead or Alive or Hitman characters (such as Christie
and Agent 47). The only character in this fanfic which was created by and
belongs to me is "Cameron".
IMPORTANT NOTE: In this fic Agent 47 was born in 1970 (not 1964 as
according to the official hitman journal), this is to make it that he's
slightly younger than he would be (so he's about 33 instead of 39 or 40).
As well as this Christie is slightly older than she is in DOA3, even though
it's set not long after DOA3, so she's about 25 or 26 instead of 22 (I think
22 is her age in DOA3 but feel free to correct me if I'm wrong). The age
changes are just there to narrow the age gap between Christie and Agent
47 ( I'm sorry if anyone has a problem with it but I thought the 18 year
age difference would not have worked as well). Also this fic is supposed
to be set after the DOA3 Tournament as well as this it is set after the first
Hitman game except that Agent 47 never gave up being a hitman to
become a monastery gardener. I like both of these characters very much
but not many people have written fanfics about either of them, hell there
isn't even a hitman subcategory on fanfiction.net, so I have decided to
write one, I believe that Christie and Agent 47 could relate to one another
quite well because they are both hired killers. I have also doubled spaced
everything so that it's easier to read. Finally, "Romero" is not a typo of
what is supposed to be "Romeo", "Romero" is a name separate from
"Romeo". PLEASE SEND REVIEWS
PROLOGUE: Christie had entered the DOA3 tournament as part of a
plan to get to a mark which she had been hired, by Donovan, to take out.
However Christie , before suffering any defeats in the tournament,
conspired, with Donovan's subordinates, a plan to, instead, take out
Donovan so that his subordinates could take control for themselves and
Christie would end up with a much larger sum of cash. Then with
her generous payload Christie forfeited out of the tournament early on
and decided to set up temporary residence in Sicily under the
recommendation of her long time friend and lawyer Cameron, she now
had a place to stay in almost every part of the world. Meanwhile Agent
47 had just finished up on probably the biggest contract of his life,the
U.S government had hired him to take out one of the world's most
dangerous and most wanted terrorists with the promise of full protection
from all international scrutiny and a huge pay check. After fulfilling the
task and collecting his money Agent 47 moved to Sicily, under the
recommendation of his friend and lawyer "Cameron", under the alias
"Romero" and decided to go into temporary retirement, he decided only
to go back into contract killing if he got bored, and in Sicily there would
be plenty of Mafioso crime families around if he ever needed work.
CHAPTER 1- FROM A BALCONY IN SICILY
Christie lay awake on her soft bed without any covers on, she was lying
with her face pointed directly upwards at the ceiling. After a while a soft
breeze blew in through the open balcony window and into her apartment,
with a momentary shiver Christie sat up in bed and looked toward the
window, she then got up, put on a soft silk robe and walked out onto the
balcony. Leaning against the railing with her hands she looked first out
over the long spread of Mediterranean apartment blocks and houses and
then down into the colorful street below "I love Sicily" she said to herself
softly. As she surveyed the street she could see an abundance of quiet
restaurants and coffee houses, she breathed in deeply and took in all the
lively aromas. Then in the middle of her appreciation for the street below
she spotted a man walking down the street, from her left, at a moderate
pace. The man appeared very sharply dressed and distinguished, in fact
Christie found his whole appearance to be sharp and distinguished, he
wore a perfectly fitted black suit and matching shoes, a white button up
shirt underneath and a striking blood red tie, he also had on a pair of what
looked like black leather driving gloves but he suddenly took these off
and put them in what was probably an inside jacket pocket. The most
notable detail of his appearance though was his face and head, his head
appeared to be completely hairless but it wasn't like an old man style
hairless with withered or blemished skin, nor was it hairless like a young
head that had been shaved only to reveal a pale skull with roots of hair
still visible, it was that very rare kind of complete baldness where
although no hair grew and there were no roots visible the skin still looked
smooth, healthy and vibrant and it wasn't pale in comparison with the
skin on the face, in fact it was all of exactly the same complexion. His
face was almost as striking as his head, he had high, very well defined
cheek bones that you could see a mile away, contrasted by deep cheeks,
this was held together by a strong visible jaw, chin and brow, all well
defined but none too flamboyant or overdone in appearance. Although the
straight, almost emotionless expression he had on his face when
combined with the rest of his features made him appear quite menacing
and even fearful, Christie saw him as being quite handsome and even
strangely sexually attractive, she couldn't quite put her finger on it but
she somehow saw him as very desirable and her heartbeat increased in
speed slightly, as she kept her eyes glued to him as he continued down
the street he suddenly looked upwards slightly and for a split second their
eyes locked, but only for a split second, the man quickly turned his head
again. The split second was enough for Christie though, enough for her
heartbeat to increase rapidly as she suddenly took a step straight
backward toward the balcony door and put a hand over her heart. "Did he
see me?" she thought "Did he know I was watching him ?, is this fate or
something ?",....she paused in thought for a moment "Oh honestly
Christina, listen to yourself you haven't had real sex, let alone a real man
in so long it's making you delirious". After a bit more self reflection
Christie finally turned and stepped back inside her apartment.
(A FEW HOURS LATER).
47 was sitting on the balcony of his spacious but humble villa on the
coast of Sicily, he had taken off his tie and jacket, unbuttoned the top of
his shirt and folded his sleeves up to his elbows, he was now sitting back
in an adjustable folding frame chair staring blankly out into the ocean.
Spread out on a small table next to him was his "Assassin" kit, there was
his fiber wire, a small dagger, a scalpel (all of which he had just cleaned
the blood off), a bottle of chloroform with a rag, his leather gloves, and
finally his pair of .45ACP AMT Hardballers (which he had just finished
cleaning, polishing, and reassembling) plus a pair of removable sound
suppressors custom made for his AMT Hardballers. As he stared out into
the ocean he softly stroked a small chestnut haired rabbit which sat in his
lap fast asleep. Usually whenever 47 went to "Hit" someone the
adrenaline that would build up from the beginning of the mission would
become so intense that occasionally he would experience a sort of short
term memory loss of exactly what happened shortly before, during, and
shortly after the mission. So at a time like this he would retrace all his
steps and re gather all of what he had seen and done. I had been hired to
assassinate a crime boss who resided most of the time in his Sicilian
mansion. Upon arrival I spotted two men guarding the outer
wall/perimeter, both were armed with MP5 SMGs so I by passed the wall
about 100 meters to the left side of the gate. Once inside the perimeter
there were more guards patrolling the grounds, all armed with either
MP5's, Model 92 beretta's, or GLOCK's of some type, it can be hard to
distinguish between the different standard sized GLOCK's when at a
distance. Making sure to avoid the guards I slowly worked my way
toward the mansion by weaving through the trees scattered around the
grounds. Once I had reached the mansion there appeared to be only one
back way in, a locked door at the rear of the house that probably led to a
kitchen. I waited in a tree right next to the door until a guard came off the
grounds to take a break. As he unlocked and opened the door I moved in
behind him without him even seeing me and, covering his mouth, I
stabbed him in the throat with my pentagon knife. Sure enough the door
led to a large kitchen area. I stashed the guards body under some frozen
products in a large freezer and continued on my way. Strangely the
security inside the mansion didn't seem to be as intense as outside, there
weren't nearly as many guards and they all seemed to be concentrated
within the same general area. After surveying the entire interior of the
mansion I found a back way into the mob boss's office. He was sitting at
a desk soughting through documents. Moving toward him without
making a sound I drew the fiber wire from my jacket and slung it around
his neck. After a few seconds it was over and I left him slumped across
his desk. With the mark dead I moved back through the mansion, out the
back door, through the trees, across the grounds and over the wall.
However just as I landed on the other side of the wall I spotted a guard
only about 5 meters from my position and he had just spotted me as well.
At first he was slightly shocked but then he reached to aim the MP5 that
was slung over his shoulder, I beat him to it however with 3 harballer
shots to the upper chest/neck area. Re holstering the weapon I turned and
swiftly headed into the foliage area on the opposite side of the road. After
about an hour and a half of walking I made it back to the city area. I was
walking down one of those roads that is littered with restaurants and
coffee houses along the base and lined with up scale Mediterranean style
apartments above. Then I looked up and I saw...I saw a woman...I
saw a woman?, yes now I remember it was a woman standing on an
apartment balcony looking down at the streets below and she was
wearing a silk dressing gown. Even though I didn't see her right up close
she looked beautiful, more beautiful than any other woman I've ever
seen, and her hair looked as if it was entirely white with the locks on each
side fashioned into subtle but straight, backward spikes. I could have
sworn her eyes at some point locked with mine, did that actually happen
though or was I just mistaken. I don't understand, I've never looked at a
woman the same way I looked at her, what the hell is going on? Why am
I so confused? It was just a woman, why did I look at her that way? What
was I feeling?
END OF CHAPTER 1
Well I hoped you all like it so far, PLEASE SEND REVIEWS.