So this is my first fanfic any reviews praising or criticising it would be a huge help and if you like fair enough.

The assassins divide

Chapter 1

The cause

"Have you heard about the place we're going to Ratchet?" Angela asked Ratchet, just about managing to keep up with the shorter lombaxes excited and brisk pace.

"Only that it's a unique nightclub with unique music. Trust me Angela, it's gonna be worth the cost." Angela raised an eyebrow. How could he be sure. He's never been! Sometimes I wonder I love him so much. If only he knew… these thoughts were cut short as she was greeted, by the entrance mat of the club. Oh crap I hope he didn't see that. She looked up to Ratchet keeled over in laughter. I hate my life. Her face became hot and she realised she was turning red. After punching Ratchet in the stomach she carried on walking into the nightclub.

Both their ears pricked up to the sound of someone rapping down a mic, followed by a series of bass lines that vibrated their minds so violently they felt their brains turning to slush. They met the bouncer who's eyes widened when he saw the two of them. He beckoned them forward, to a few peoples disliking.

"You asshole, I've been stood here for two hours. And you give them special treatment." The markazian was half the size of the bouncer, and he realised just how small he was in comparison, instantly withdrawing his outbreak. He turned, and ran away straight after his outrage, the bouncer chuckled and turned to face the two people stood before him.

"You two, in you go, the dj paid for yous two's entry as soon as you walked through the door." He turned to face Angela. "Or fell in your case." Angela's face turned a bright shade of red and Ratchet once again burst into a fit of laughter. Angela not amused, and somewhat confused, dragged Ratchet inside. This dj paying thing just seemed odd in her mind. But netherless she carried on walking.

Their eyes were dazzled with blue, red, and green strobing lights, dancing along with the people to the music. Patrons from every sentient space flight species could be found housed in here. Either dancing, or face down in their own vomit. The colourful lights, and violent music seemed to all be controlled by the dj, who stood on top of a large podium with a weird large holographic he could touch, and control. The podium itself was made out of platinum with weird, pulsating blue veins running up it. The dj himself stood from everyone else with the way he was dressed. He wore what appeared to be jeans, a pair of boots, and a jacket with the hood up. The unusual thing about him was that it was all black and that was it. But he was the dj. He had to stand out. The entire nightclub just felt like an amazing place to be. It was filled with great music, and by the looks of the patrons, really good drinks. But that was debateable, thy needed to see for themselves.

They walked up to a bar where a blarg turned towards them. He shouted a bunch of words that didn't make sense to Angela but Ratchet knew exactly what was said.

"Angela." Ratchet said holding back a little snicker."

"Yeah?"

"This guy wants to take you outside, bend you over a bin, and well. Yeah." Ratchet struggled with holding back his laughter. Angela had a look of shock before she crushed the blargs private area, and crushed what was there. Which wasn't a lot. He roared in pain, and threw up all over the floor beside her. She kicked him away, and people started rushing towards him. Ratchet shook his head slowly. "Remind me never state something like that to you. Ever."

"Eh, I don't really care if you state something like that." She tired to make a pass at Ratchet without making it too obvious, and it didn't even register in his mind. He just chuckled, oblivious to the underlying tones in her voice. He is such an idiot, and so am I if I thought that would work. She just about managed to stop herself from punching herself in the face as they were both taking their seats "so how's Clank been with his new ladybot." She tried to change the subject. Her face started to burn again as a result of her failure to express her feelings for Ratchet.

"Oh, they're great. They found themselves a nice quiet place somewhere on Tarantia."

"Oh… that's nice."

"Yeah. Umm just thought I'd let you know I've been thinking about going back to Solona. Might bring Clank with me. I would of asked you but I know I can't because of your work. Don't want to get Fizzwidget mad." Ratchet looked into her eyes, and noticed she looked a bit pained by what he just said. If he could bring her he would. But he can't, and he was homesick. He missed the rocky tundra, and burning sun of Veldin. He couldn't look into her eyes anymore, they made him sad. "anyway I'm gonna get us some drinks." Angela, eyes still sad just nodded. Ratchet got up, and went to order the drinks. The dj saw this out the corner of his eye. He had been watching Angela as soon as she walked in, mainly because she was the most noticeable out of her, and Ratchet. His eyes never left her, and when Ratchet left. His predator instinct told him it would happen soon.

He jumped off of his podium and walked towards Angela. She noticed him moving towards her, and she tried to shuffle herself further away from th dj, and closer to Ratchet. She turned to look at Ratchet who was having an argument with a some weird, one eyed, fat green alien. Well. He can't help me if this guy decides to try something. The dj sat next to her, and called the bartender over. "Asshole, can I have two beers please." The dj's deep, and strange voice vibrated through Angela's body. A cold shiver passed down through her spine. At least his voice is sexy.

"Sure thing dj. What type of beer do you want?"

"Yeedil shireev export platinum edition and they better be cold." He growled. He clearly had no respect for the bartender.

"Sure thing." The bartender looked at Angela, and winked at her as he walked away. She sighed.

"Men are pigs." She whispered to herself. She didn't want the dj to hear, and take offence.

"We are. Aren't we." She looked at the dj, about to apologise but he held up his hand. "don't say sorry. I agree with you, many of us are. The bartender, huh he takes advantage of his position just to get as many girls as possible." He let out a sigh. "I wouldn't do that, I show respect to everyone… until they wrong me." He removed his bandana just as the bartender showed up, and Angela hadn't actually noticed the bandana up until then. The drinks were placed on the table, and the bartender began speaking to Angela. "whats a pretty little…" He was cut off by a series of deep growls that resonated from within the dj's throat. The bartender shook his head, and started again. "whats a pretty little thing doing here on your own." The smile he pulled was beautifully attractive, clearly practised.

"I'm not on my own my friends over…" she looked to where Ratchet had been, and found him in a fist fight at the far end of the room.

"Haha, looks like your friends occupied. If I was him I wouldn't leave you on your own." The bartender knew what he was doing, poisoning her with words. Angela blushed, the poison was working. The bartender was going to say more, but they both jumped to the sound of a hand smacking down onto the bar stand. The dj's growling grew louder.

"Leave her alone. I'm not having you break another girls heart." He picked up his bottle, and downed the entire thing In about three seconds. His hood somehow no falling off, still hiding his face. He put on his bandana with one hand, and flipped the bottle upside down in the other, as the bartender started shouting at him.

"you're such an ass! All I want is a bit of fun." The dj smashed the bottle off the side and jumped onto the table, holding the bottle at the bartender's throat.

"Is this enough excitement for you hmmm?" He started digging the glass into the bartender neck, pushing towards his jugular. Angela's breath was taken away. Damn he's fiery. These thoughts were interrupted when the dj started talking again. "If you don't wanna die today. Then I think it's about time stopped this little game you're playing. Don't you?" The bartender nodded, abd the dj stopped pushing the glass into his neck. The bartender hastily walked away as soon as he felt the pressure on his neck subside the dj backed up and sat back on the his stool. He turned to Angela who had a little smile on her face. He probably just stopped her from making a mistake. The dj looked at the second bottle of bear. It hadn't been touched. "Drink it I didn't get two for myself." She looked at the man sat beside her trying to paint a picture of what he looked like. Nothing. She couldn't see enough to visualise… him.

"I'm not in the mood to drink." She lied, and she was pretty sure he picked up on that.

"Lies come on." He raised the bottle to her face. "Drink it," she giggled a bit taking the bottle out of his hands. It was nice and cold, making her smile before she even tasted it. She raised the bottle and the icy liquid spilled down her throat, and her eyes went wide. The taste was really strange. It was definitely beer but it had a sweetness to it. A sweetness she came to love.

"what's in this, it tastes amazing." She started drinking more and more until it had been completely drained into her mouth.

"it's just a very expensive beer. All I know is that it's got a special plant juice in it." He said slowly letting his eyes scope the woman sat next to him. He took in her beautiful facial features from her ocean blue eyes, to her well-kept hair. Held back in her trademark ponytail. He allowed his eyes to scroll downwards, noticing her clothes were hugging her body very nicely, complimenting her curves and her two, sizeable perky breasts. He tried to get a good look at her legs, hips, and everything in between, but since she was sitting down he couldn't see a lot. But the beauty of her upper body was enough to make him dribble. In more ways than one.

"Well that explains the taste. I'm Angela."

"Pleasure to meet you." Silence between the two of them followed for awhile.

"Aren't you going to tell me your name?"

"No."

"Why"

"Don't women like men of mystery."

"Only when we know what they look like." She said attempting to pull down his hood. The dj grabbed hold of her hand and moved it away, chuckling as he did so.

"Well. It's a shame that won't happen."

"Why not are you ashamed of your looks." She mused

"Ohoho no. I'm the hottest piece of ass in here… at the moment."

"Am I a competitor?"

"Depends."

"On what."

"On whether or not you can dance to this music." The dj stood up and started jumping towards the dance floor, landing every time the snare drum made a presence inside this unusual music. Then the bass line kicked and he started body popping, and flipping all in time with the music. He's good, Time to show him up. Angela got up as well, dancing alongside him. She was more fluid than he was, but he was more technical. Regardless their dancing fitted in with each other's, as well as the music. The dj got a good look at her legs hips, and perfectly shaped behind. The dj found her dance moves to also be wildly arousing. Her sexy, fluid movements flaunting what she already was given her outfit. Eventually they were dancing together instead of next to each other, holding each other occasionally, and once or twice the dj lifted her up, and threw her into the air. Making her do a series of flips before landing in his arms again.

They had attracted a crowd of people all of them muttering "that's cool", and "wow" but all of this was a distraction. A lure for the innocent. The dj saw a group of people walk into the nightclub and walk towards ratchet. The glint of a blade showed inside one of their hands. The dj's pupils shrunk, and he dived over the crowd he had attracted and fired three shots from his gun. Those shots were followed by three thuds, and multiple screams. Angela ran, and dived over the bar stand where she was then accompanied by Ratchet who screamed. "what the hells going on." Angela shook her head and they both looked at the scene that was displayed before them. Everything escalated, very, quickly.