Stinger

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"If your plan success hinges on not getting caught, you need another plan." - Jim Grant

The weapon twined her fingers more gracefully than she wanted it to, but she guessed that was the price for the life she lived. She could call it a small perk that no one else could imagine even having; a natural instinct she'd been

born with. She wanted to say that her parents were proud of her for her barely trained for accomplishment, but she'd have to bring them back to life for that to happen.

"Don't even think about it!" She jutted her hand back, soaking the knife into the abdomen of her nemesis's minions. They were nothing short of mindless humans once filled with life, that's what happened though when you let a mad man stand behind the curtain. . . Hell began to look like heaven to anyone around him. And she was no friend to distancing herself from these people.

It's not like she walked up to their doorsteps and started chatting with them; somehow they found her and next thing she knew she was waking up to their lies. She left, forgot, and that's when the past bit her in the butt. She should have learned by now that when someone says they liked bad stuff, it meant that they liked bad stuff. But somehow she let herself believe that someone liked her for who she was and not what she looked like, but deep down she knew they were only using her skill set to booster themselves higher until they hit the ceiling so hard the debris came down and konked her on the head.

Caden blocked out the bodies from her vision and walked from the bloody scene, shoving her twisted dagger back into its sheath. Her heart would've turned over in her chest at the sound of the sirens, but she couldn't count the number of times she'd gotten close to being caught, but escaped within a matter of seconds of the police reaching her.

"Caden Balthizair!"

Her feet stiffened, they'd actually caught her. To say the least she was impressed, and what was more impressive was that they knew her name. She'd been very keen on making sure her identity was masked behind the nation's nickname for her, Stinger. It had a ring to it, and she liked how it rolled off her tongue every time she fought. In fact she'd used it so much herself that she had almost forgotten that her name was Cadence Stephanie Balthizair.

"FBI. Put your hands up where I can see them! You're under arrest for the murders of. . ." The man standing behind the bush almost was humming to himself a tune of memory. Finally he gave up. "All these people and every other murder you've committed across the states."

She looked down to her chest to see three small red dots swimming around the creases of her blood crusted shirt and she didn't doubt that one was planted perfectly in the middle of her forehead. She was caught, it was a feat she wasn't expecting, but they did good, not even her enemies had been able to actually catch her. Well, besides him but he was something different.

Dropping to her knees, Caden raised her arms and allowed the man who wore a vest with FBI impinted across the chest shove her arms down and clasp cuffs around her wrists.

"Careful Officer, I'm allergic to metal." She snarked with a grin.

He clasped it tighter and she cringed as the metal dug into her skin.

"You're gonna have to get over that allergy because you're going to find yourself behind a lot of metal for the rest of your life." He shoved her to her feet and she waded through the mud to the opened door of the nearest police vehicle. "Get in." He rammed his elbow into her head and she let out a sharp gasp as she was sent plummeting to the seat. Regaining her stance she looked up and smirked with a wink as she slammed the door shut.

The smile faded. "Prick." She mumbled when he finally walked away. Something growled beside her and she looked over to see a German Shepard on high alert, his eyes dead on her. "What'ya lookin' at fido? I got no bone." Her head wilted and fell against the headrest before her. She'd lost count of how many she killed, but they weren't human, they were mindless drones created by a mad man.

Try explaining that one to the judge, I'm sure he'll take real like to that.

Caden sighed at her thoughts and clenched her eyes shut. No doubt there were going to be years of trials ahead and days in jail she'd hate, maybe some she'd like, but that was all in the back of her mind, a piece of hay lost to the wind. What really scared her was the thought of that man getting the upper hand now that she was gone; he'd have no one to stop him and with that power he'd fufill his plan.

I gotta break free.

She had no plan, her life was falling apart, and she was on lockdown inside a car with a dog next to her who looked like he was about to rip her head off just because he wanted to.

I'll formulate a plan in prison.

She looked good in orange right? It'd been so long since she actual wore something that say, 'hey, look at me'. But fashion was nothing, it should've been nothing at least, it wasn't her fault that she had a bit of a girlie-girl streak.

He's not gonna win.

The car roared to life and she jerked her head up, gaining a deafening and threatening growl from the dog beside her. The policeman in front paid no mind and began driving away from the scene that now had each body covered in crime scene blankets and little number stands to indicate evidence.

I will break free. . .

Thank you for reading and hey, if you have any thoughts, go ahead and let me know in the comments below. I will be updating 'The Stinger and the Bee' every Friday; today is different since this is more or less the Prologue.