By: LadyNightSky
Summary: AU OoC. Musa is the leader of the deadliest group of assassins ever created. The Winx Club, as they are called, kills without leaving a trace. They are infamous, never having been defeated. They are names to be whispered on the streets in terror. They are shadows that rise up from the night. It's the RF's job to eliminate them. MxR & all others.
A/N: This is a wayyyyy AU OoC fic. And though it sounds like it, it's not a oneshot. Enojy and please R&R. Rated T for violence, adult situations, blah blah blahhh.
Magic doesn't exist in this fic, and Dragonfire is an underground agency that assassinates, deals in drugs, and other blackmarket things. Redfountain is kind of like the government police.
Disclaimer: If I owned Winx Club, there would be a new episode every day for fifteen years. And Helia wouldn't be a simpering 'pacifist'.
Chapter One: Yes, I'm a Killer
"This is a big one, don't screw it up, Callidus."
The unsaid threat hung in the air. 'Or else…'
" I know it's important, sir. This assignment will be given to my top agents. They will not fail."
At Redfountain Headquarters
Agent X09Z scanned the airwave frequencies carefully.
"We have a problem, sir."
Agent Alpha, better known as Musa, was collapsed on her bed in Dragonfire Headquarters. She and her Winx Club had just come back from another successful operation. This time, one of the minor drug lords had …er… overstayed his welcome. Of course, all their operations were successful. They were, after all, Winx.
The Winx Club were highly intelligent, streamlined fighting machines, trained in the ancient arts of the aikikijujutsu, kenjutsu, ninjutsu, and shinobi-iri. They were also adept at gun and dagger fighting.
They were people you did not want to mess with.
(A/N: Boredom Warning! You can skip to the next divider if you don't want to read descriptions.)
There were five of them in all, each with their own fortes.
Musa was the leader, highest in rank, the director of all operations given them by Callidus, head of Dragonfire. Her specialty was shinobi-iri, the art of using the shadows to render yourself invisible. She had superhuman hearing, able to detect the slightest of sounds, the vibration of a gun being pulled from its holster. Of them all, she was the one that shouldered the most responsibility, making sure Callidus was happy and that their roles in the operations were completely undetectable. She was Alpha.
Bloom, Musa's right hand. She was the most introverted and withdrawn, hardly ever speaking, but no one ever doubted her ability to kill quickly and silently. She was a master at guns, and when she did speak, it was usually for a good reason. She knew everything to be known about everything, but hardly ever let it on. Guys who didn't know her very well hit on her, for with her firy locks and pale coloring, she was quite easy on the eye. These men often turned up dead in their beds the next day. She was Zeta.
Tecna was the genius and expert analysis. Her skills with hacking and code breaking often came in handy. She advised Musa on what steps the group should take, being able to process the outcomes of every scenario in the supercomputer of her head. Her hot pink hair was always on end from running her hands through it in thought. She was often tactless and blunt, sometimes honest to a fault, but she was the one that balanced them all out. She was Beta.
Flora was the different one. She never wanted to be a killer, but accepted it as a fact of her life. People often underestimated her, thinking that just because she was a little sorry for each life she took, they could get away with snubbing her. She was slow to anger, but her fury was something they would never have expected…nor anything they would ever want to experience. She was bonded with nature; she could tell by the weather and skies what to expect. She was also known as Gamma.
Stella was the stubborn one, the one that would never give up. She flirted a lot, but had never been attached to a guy other than for fun. Her emotions were sometimes hard to decipher; she wore her thick skin like a shield, and only she knew what went on underneath the surface. She was unbeatable at hand to hand combat, and also went by Delta.
They were sisters in all but blood. They had been raised by Callidus, who'd stolen them from their cribs as infants. They knew no family, knew no love. They knew only each other and the man they called Father.
"Agent Alpha! Report to Father immediately!"
The sharp bark emitted from the speakers of Tecna's computer, cutting through the relaxed air of the dorm, and setting everyone on edge. Musa immediately leaped up from the bed. She knew better than to keep Father waiting.
She walked down the dark hallways that smelled of suffering and death, shivering. No matter how many times she came this way, she would never get used to it.
The huge, vaulted metal door loomed ominously over her as she stepped up to the little black box on the right hand side. A stinging red laser scanned her retina and pupil, matching them with others on the database. Finally, the door swung open with a faint hiss.
Musa stepped inside the blindingly white room, and let her eyes adjust from the blackness to the light.
Everything in the room was white, and everything was high-tech. Many computers lined the walls, and even more television screens were displayed. Each showed a different feed from the hundreds of cameras inside the headquarters. Father sat in a white leather chair, his dark suit standing out vividly from the walls. As always, his face was hidden under a steel mask.
The mask was a frequent subject of discussion among the agents at Dragonfire. Some said that Father had been disfigured in his youth, some said that Father was merely trying to be mysterious, but Musa believed the legend one of the older agents had told her once…
"Agent Alpha. I will not tolerate any daydreaming in this room."
Father's steely voice dragged her rudely back into the present.
"S-sorry Father." Musa stuttered. Musa seldom ever stuttered. Or blushed. Or was nervous. Only Father could get that reaction in her.
"I would like to congratulate you on your recent success. You and your team are highly efficient." Father said, sounding decidedly unimpressed.
"Thank you." she said, knowing that this could never have been the real reason he'd called her here.
"I have a mission for you; one more important than all the previous combined. Can your team handle that?"
"Yes sir. It would be an honor."
"We shall see."
A/N: Well, what do you guys think? Review please!
:)Bee