A/N: I came up with this one night randomly and thought that it might be a good idea!
Disclamer: I don't own any Twilight I'm just destroying the baddies!
Lauren the Hooker: Shot
The sun glared down on the small town of Forks as Lauren strolled down the streets looking like a genuine hooker. Her pink, fluffy, lacy bra was hanging out of the top of her white spaghetti strap shirt that was at least two sizes to small for her. She was walked stiffly, seeing as her skirt was almost revealing her matching pink, fluffy, lacy thong and she teetered from side to side like a tree in the wind, as she was unable to admit that she found it almost impossible to walk in heels. Her plastic face was covered in a thick layer of foundation and her lips were screwed up in her version of a sexy pout, of which she failed to intimidate properly; she looked more like a blowfish.
As she walked in the brilliant sun her thoughts were all centered around her happy thoughts of which guy she could pull into her grasp today. She was so busy the she didn't see her stalker about 20 feet behind her.
"Hey you!" she heard a deep manly voice call out, her head snapped around her ears perfectly tuned to any man's voice. There standing a short distance from her was a tall, blond and tanned man. Lauren had to admit he was gorgeous, a good asset to her collection.
"Yes?" she purred sticking out her abnormally large chest making the gorgeous guys eyes widen and she giggled putting her handover her mouth.
"Can I have your phone number?" Gorgeous said his voice slightly shaky and his hands clammy, he was getting a bit to excited at the size of her boobs.
But just as Lauren was about to reply to him a bullet struck her squarely in the middle of her eyes , blowing her brains out onto the pavement. Gorgeous screamed like a little girl and started to run down the street yelling and screaming as Lauren fell in a pool of her own brains and blood.
About 20 feet away, on top of a roof hidden by a huge billboard was the assassin. She smiled and let her brown and blond streaked hair down from a messy ponytail. Silently and efficiently unassembled the sniper into a large black bag and shimmed down a drainpipe attached to the building. Humming to herself she headed back to home to make a batch of chocolate chip cookies.
A/N: So what do you think?There might bemore one-shots like this but it depends...Have a fab week!
Holly :)