El Pistolero Loco y El Pantera Negra

This is my first ever fan fiction, and I know it's really bad, but I'm posting it anyway. I really hope you like it anyway! Before I start there are a few things I have to say though:

Nicoletta is like an elf out of LOTR, she is meant to be unnaturally beautiful. She isn't human and this shows in her looks.

I know my grammar isn't great, but I do try and I've seen fics worse than this so please forgive me, but do point them out, in a kind way.

Constructive criticism is good. Flaming is unacceptable and I have zero tolerance level to it. DON'T DO IT!!! If you want to flame go somewhere else! I've had it done to me at another website about this fic and it really damaged my confidence. This is my first fan fiction ever and even though I've altered it, it isn't perfect and I know it. DON'T FLAME ME!!!

May character may be Mary-sue, I'm just warning you. I'm not sure whether she is or not, so even if you don't like Mary-Sues please check this out. If you don't like it, don't read it, it's your opinion and I respect that.

When I write "! (Insert text) !" It means that person is speaking in Spanish.

Please R&R!!! The more reviews the faster I update and the better quality!

I make several references to blonde bimbos in my chapters. I mean no offence to blondes. Most blondes are clever and normal people, just like in any hair colour. I mean blonde as in ditzy, daddy's princess girl, and that is just the classic insult. Trust me I know how it feels to be discriminated against because of your hair colour, I'm ginger.

I only own characters you don't recognise, everything else isn't mine.

Chapter 1:

El Pantera Negra

Nicoletta shook back her long, glossy black hair. She was bored, she had been on the plane for only half an hour from New York to Mexico and she was already ready to murder the female air hostess who was flirting with her friend sat next to her in the window seat.

If she had known Morgead would spend the whole flight chatting up the blonde bimbo with more boob jobs than sense, she would have given him the aisle seat and done something helpful. Like e-mailing the hotel they were staying at to check that the rooms would be ready for them. However, instead she was stuck listening to this silly woman giggle that high-pitched mouse squeak for the nth time that minute.

Deciding she couldn't take any more she stood up and pushed past the flight attendant who she saw with outrage immediately sit down in her vacated seat. Making a mental note to kill the woman later Nicoletta walked down the aisle and entered the aeroplanes bathroom.

Opening her handbag which she had brought with her she pulled out her hairbrush and began to run it through her hair. Really she knew she didn't need to bother, it wasn't knotty, but she would do anything to get away from that stupid bimbo.

Giving up on her hair she put the brush back in her bag and gazed into the mirror. A tall and slim, 22 year old woman gazed back. She had long, ebony, blue-black hair down to her waist, smooth skin as pale as ivory, a heart-shaped face with high, well-defined cheekbones, pale pink lips, well-shaped eyebrows and a swan-like neck Nicoletta was pretty and could have been a model or an actress, but, in her eyes her true nature showed.

They were framed by long and curling coal-black lashes and they were the most beautiful, and terrifying, thing about Nicoletta. The whites were like opals or pearls and the pupils like black diamonds. However it was the irises that were the part that captured people. Her irises were deep blue like a sapphire, but gentler than that, like a mountain pool where a star had fallen from the sky to land in the pool and to sparkle and twinkle in its depths. Pure silver outlined the irises and pupils, making them like witches eyes. Some people found them beautiful, others, terrifying. Nicoletta didn't know whether she had got them from her parents, or, what seemed to her as more likely, she was the only person in the world with eyes like hers.

Nicoletta had never known her parents, she had been taken in by an orphanage when she was 8, and before that, since before she could remember, she had lived on the streets and stolen food and money. Her parents had abandoned her when she was young and she had no memories of them. She didn't even know her last name, she had been left with a label stuck to her box she was left in, "Her name is Nicoletta," nothing else. So she had made up her own last name, when someone in the orphanage had told her she was as wild and deadly as a storm.

Nicoletta glared at her reflection, she hated her parents, she couldn't help who or what she was, but they had abandoned her because she was different.

When she was 13 she had ran away from the orphanage and joined a street gang, because of her unusual gift she had quickly rose in the group's hierarchy till she became leader. Her hatred for her parents had spurred her into hating and mistrusting everybody.

Then Morgead had joined her group, her best friend, they had hated each other at first, always at each other throats. They each had a fierce temper and neither would back down, but that's why they came to get on so well. But they had never dated, they were friends and that was as far as it went, neither liked the other in a romantic way and they had stood by the each other, through a stream of girl/boyfriends.

Morgead was also good-looking, small, with fiery red hair like tongues of flame, dancing and curling in a fireplace. His eyes were almond shape and deep emerald green. If you looked close enough you could see the same thing in his as in Nicolettas, pain. Many memories and hidden depths were lost in those eyes. Morgead had also lost his parents, but he had known them, they had died in a fire. He had run away from the orphanage that he was sent to, just like Nicoletta. The only reason for he was sent to the orphanage, being, because none of his surviving relatives wanted him, so they had simply dumped him there.

Later, however, they had realised that what they are doing was wrong; they were taking out their anger at their families on innocent people. So they had quit the gang and were starting a new life, as friends, in Mexico. Some friends of theirs, who used to belong to the gang but had quit a while ago, took them in for a while, gave them food, clothes and money for a new start. They had decided to stay in a hotel, in Mexico, till they could buy a house with the amount of money they had from Nicolettas few waitress jobs she had got, with the purpose of earning money and not enjoying herself (which she hadn't.) Also with the money Morgead had saved for ages from his small job as a grease monkey in a local garage. Including the money their friends had given them, they had just enough for 2 plane tickets, a weeks staying a cheap hotel and a very small flat. They decided to chance it.

Morgead was one of the few people who knew about her gift, the gang were sworn to secrecy and Nicoletta knew they wouldn't break it and apart from herself, he was the only other person who knew. However, unlike the others, he treated her like a normal person, which she was grateful for. People had mixed emotions ranging from fear to awe, none of which she liked. She sighed and placed her hands to lean on the sink, she hated being different. If she wasn't a…

But Nicolettas thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door and the air hostesses shrill voice calling.

"Excuse me Miss. Storms, please could you vacate the bathroom, there are other people aboard this air craft you know."

With a snarl Nicoletta picked up her handbag and striding towards the door she pulled it violently open. The air hostess was still there and she opened her mouth,

"No doubt to complain about me taking too long," Nicoletta thought viciously, but with one look at the blue fire flaming in Nicolettas eyes the woman quickly closed her mouth and rushed off back to the rear of the air craft. Nicoletta smiled triumphantly and returned to her seat.

Morgead glared at her as she sat down.

"You just lost me my date you know, I could've been getting her mobile number right now you know!"

Nicoletta grinned, "Hers? Why the hell would you want that voice screaming in your ear?"

Morgead winced at the thought, "Point taken!"

Nicoletta smiled "Anyway, there'll be loads of good-looking Spanish girls for you in Mexico, just waiting to drop their underwear for you!"

With that thought Morgead grinned and said "Great! I'm gonna watch T.V. for a bit, what about you?"

Nicoletta smiled wryly "After getting up at 2 this morning I think I'll just sleep. Wake me when we get there."

Smiling she moved down in her chair and closed her eyes, soon she was fast asleep as the plane moved on through the clouds.

In Mexico City a CIA agent had just entered a bar. He ordered puerco pibil with a tequila and lime and began to wait to meet with a contact who was supplying him with information about Carlos Bartulo, the leader of the Bartulo cartel.