Greetings mortals!
So meeeeeeeehhhh ... I know, I know. I have Revenge, ABoFBS, LOAD and DWH to work on, but a pretty lady asked me to write this, and fuck me if this plot didn't just grab my attention. Fuck it all, but meh. This will take a back seat to my other fics for a while, but it will be written. Eventually ... But meh. I wanted to get this out and please a pretty lady ;)
So Willowywitch, this is for you babe.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Chloe screamed in pain and arched her back as a cigarette was pressed into her skin, sizzling and burning on contact. "GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! AAAAAAH! FUCK!"
"Gladly." the person behind her smirked. "But I think you'd like that too much, and eh, this isn't supposed to be nice for you buttercup! Maybe another time though. Ask nicely, and we'll see what I can do for you dearie. Just hold that thought. And just so you know? There is no God here other then me; got it?"
"Fuck. You!" Chloe spat out through gritted teeth.
*SLAP*
The sting of the slap brought forth more angry tears to Chloe's eyes, however, she refused to back down. Holding her head up defiantly, she didn't care about her tears as she spat in her tormentor's face, refusing to show any trace of the fear she was feeling.
However, her tormentor, a short, cruel, brunette, of whom Chloe didn't even know the name of, only chuckled and wiped the glob of spit off of her face before rubbing it off absently on Chloe's own cheek.
"That wasn't very nice princess." The woman sighed. "You know, I'm going to have to punish you now."
"Is that supposed to scare me?" Chloe growled, "Bring it you stupid fucking hobbit-"
Her tormentor landed a swift punch right on her jaw. Chloe's head snapped back with the force of the blow, her neck ached with the jolt and her vision was clouded with stars. Before she could even grasp what the hell had just happened and without a moment to recover, the woman was up in her face, right next to her chained body, strong hands gripping the front of her torn and dirty shirt, pulling her closer.
"Say that again, and I'll make you regret it princess." The woman growled. "I would be VERY careful about what you do or say. I may not be allowed to kill you, but I have no fucking problem with PERMANENTLY fucking you up, got it? So unless you want to see JUST how far I can push you, I'd be careful. Very, very careful. And while the idea of you BEGGING for me to kill you is nice, quite nice actually, I think we'll save that for another time, okay princess?"
"Fuck. You. Hobbit!" Chloe growled through gritted teeth, making sure that she said every word carefully and clearly, despite the fact the world was tilting right now.
Bracing herself for a hit, Chloe was surprised when instead of receiving a punishing blow as usual, her tormentor just started to laugh. However, it was a cold laugh; the kind that sent chills down your spine and made you want to hide. It wasn't maniacal; it wasn't out of control laughter like you would hear from an insane clown. No, this was the cold, mirthless laughter from someone who had nothing but ice in their hearts, and saw nothing but the facts as presented to them in the cold light of day. No emotion and certainly no care for others or the pain they might be inflicting.
"You know, maybe you will someday princess." Her tormentor laughed. "But only if you're good. And right now? You're not being very good. You've gotta earn rewards babe, and all you've earned now are punishments. I WAS going to bring you down some food, but I guess you can just hang here for another day."
"Is that supposed to be a threat?" Chloe snapped. "Because I've already been here for quite a while. I can go for longer!"
"And I'm sure you can. In fact, I know you can." The woman chuckled. "So I guess you can just stay here until either you CAN'T stand any longer, or until you want to learn some manners. Either way is fine by me. You strike me as the kinda girl who likes to do things the hard way, but that's great by me actually. Breaking you will be that much more fulfilling."
With that said, the brunette spun around and walked out of Chloe's cell, slamming the door behind her, click the lock in place.
Screaming obscenities until her throat was raw, Chloe didn't pay any mind to the tears now streaming down her face, or the fact that her wrists were starting to chafe against the rough metal of her restraints. Her shoulders were sore from her arms being suspended above her, but for now, she could ignore that pain. Her back where her tormentor had snuffed that cigarette out of her was throbbing in pain, and she could feel her cheek swelling up from the multiple hits she took, but such was irrelevant at the moment.
Right now, all she could feel was white hot anger for the short brunette woman who had just left. Not only was the bitch holding her captive, torturing her for some unknown reason, but she had also killed her entire family in front of her. Closing her eyes, Chloe willed those thoughts out of her mind. Shit, she could NOT do this, not now. Her family was dead, and they could be mourned later, but for now she had to focus on her and surviving this fucking hell hole.
Three days ago.
"MOM!" Chloe shrieked, running full pelt at the older red head stepping out of the car. "You're home! I thought you were supposed to be in France for the next week? Oh my god! You didn't tell me you'd be home!"
"And miss my little girl's twentieth birthday?" The elder Beale laughed, swooping on her daughter as she joined her side. "Never! Plus, that was kinda the point. I wanted this to be a surprise! So um ... SURPRISE!"
"I'm twenty today mom!" Chloe huffed. "I'm not a little girl anymore!"
"But to me, you're always going to be that little baby I pushed-" Chloe's mom began to say.
"-OH MY GOD NO!" Chloe yelled, covering her ears. "I DO NOT NEED TO HEAR THIS LALALALALALALALALALA!"
"Oh alright," Georgia Beale laughed, pulling her daughter in for another hug, "I guess the birth horror stories can wait for another day! It IS you're birthday after all. Wouldn't want to ruin that for you!"
"How about we NEVER talk about the day I was born unless it's to say how adorable of a baby I was," Chloe said seriously. However, soon she broke out into a big smiled and hugged her mother tighter, "Oh my God, I can't believe you are actually here! You can ask Ashley. I was moping all day because I thought you weren't going to be here, but you're here now and this is awesome!"
"Aww, sweetheart!" Georgia smiled. "It's your birthday! You can't mope on your birthday! Isn't there some sort of rule?"
"It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to," Chloe laughed. "But it looks like I won't have to now!"
"Most certainly not!" Georgia laughed, "Now, its quite hot out here, so shall we go inside where it isn't 90 degrees out?"
"Oh yeah!" Chloe said, "Will James get your bags and all?"
"Yes' ma'am." James said, hefting her bags out of the trunk. "I'll see them up to your room."
"Alright thank you James!" Georgia said.
Linking her arm through her mothers, Chloe half skipped, half walked back to the house, smiling broadly the whole way. Today was turning out to be just epic! Her mom was home from her long boring work trip, it was her birthday and her dad was also home! Her whole family was assembled today, along with all of her friends, and it was just perfect. She didn't need all the pretty presents for a great birthday (though she still did like them); she just liked her whole family together and happy. While material things were nice, they weren't everything, not by a long shot, but for everything that could be said about the red head, no one could ever doubt her love for her family and friends.
Hopping inside, letting Alfred the family butler open the door for them, Chloe dragged her mother into the living room where most of the people were. Shrieking happily to get everyone's attention, Chloe laughed as everyone smiled and surged forwards towards her and her mother. Beaming, Chloe felt like she was on cloud nine as her family surrounded her and as everyone clumped together, Chloe felt sure that this was the best birthday ever.
In her happiness though, she didn't notice the small figure watching her and her family from the bushes.
"Target in position." The figure whispered into the small microphone on her wrist. "Reaper 666 requesting permission for extraction."
"Denied Reaper 666." The crackled response came filtering through her earpiece. "Wait for the other agents to get into position. You will be kept posted."
"Affirmative." She ushered back a hushed yet slightly frustrated reply.
For several minutes, the figure only continued to watch her prey, watched as the red head laughed, twirled and danced about in the house, surrounded by friends and family. It was a shame that such a pretty picture would be ruined soon. No, not really actually.
Twisting her mouth into a cruel smile, Special Agent Beca Mitchell was ready to take down the target and kill everyone and everything in her path. This was her 'thing', her higher calling so to speak. It was what she was good at, and she loved her work.
"Reaper 666 this is home base, do you copy? Over." The voice Beca had been waiting for echoed in her earpiece, laced heavily with static.
"Roger, this is Reaper 666, I copy. Over." Beca said happily, excited to get on with things.
"Reaper 666, this mission has been aborted. Return to extraction point and go back to base." The voice said. "I repeat this mission has been aborted. Return to extraction point and then go to base. Over."
"Excuse me?" Beca hissed into her microphone, absolutely pissed, "What was that?"
"Mission has been aborted Reaper 666." The voice said. "Return to base immediately for-"
"-No I got that, dick head!" Beca snapped. "Why the hell is this mission being aborted?"
"That is not information you need to know Agent!" The voice snapped back. "Now abort and return to base Reaper 666! NOW!"
"Roger." Beca gritted out. "Returning now."
For a second, Beca just sat there, seething in the bushes. What the fuck? Her mission had been aborted? What in the holy hell? And she didn't even get a reason? Oh FUCK NO! That did NOT fly with her, at ALL. As a top, senior agent, and best hit man in the Agency, Beca demanded a certain level of respect, and she sure as shit wasn't going to just take this. When she got back, SOMEONE would have a ton of explaining to do.
Slowly beginning to crawl back towards the extraction point, Beca took one last look at the smiling red head through the window and gritted her teeth. She REALLY wanted to take this target out, but now because of some unknown reason, she wasn't allowed to. FUCK! Still staring at the red head, Beca suddenly felt a calm settle over her, the tranquil feeling she only ever got before a kill. This was HER target, HER mission. No fucking way she was going to let ANYONE take it from her.
Standing up, Beca threw her ear piece and tracking device to the ground, crushing it underneath her heavy boot. This hit was going down and screw what Base might say. Drawing her shot gun first, Beca marched forwards and cocked the large weapon, a sinister smile on her face. This was going to be fun, lots of fun. Raising the weapon up, she locked onto her target.
Beca took a deep breath, exhaled and then pulled the trigger.
Glass shattered and people immediately began to scream.
Marching forwards, Beca quickly turned and shot two of the guards rushing towards her, literally blowing their heads off. Not even breaking her stride, Beca fired again into the crowd of people and smiled as she saw blood splatter. Oh yes, this was most definitely fun. Hitting another guard at almost point black range, Beca sighed a bit as gore splattered over her. That was a brand new vest! Oh well. Shooting some old screaming red head in the chest, Beca's smile returned.
Scanning the room, Beca searched for her prey. Where was the one and only Chloe Beale? Looking around the room, Beca grinned as she saw a flash of ginger dart out of the room. Shooting a few more people and a couple more guards as she went along, Beca walked out of the room and towards the retreating red head.
When she had fired her last shot gun shell, Beca withdrew her hand gun from her thigh holster and held it at the ready position. Moving forwards quickly, Beca mercilessly shot anyone who appeared in front of her and just stepped over their lifeless bodies, carefully minding the spreading pools of blood. Looking around, Beca smiled when she saw a flash of red disappear into a closet down the hall. Perfect. This was going to be QUITE easy now.
Checking over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't being pursued, Beca walked towards the closet quickly and quietly, only pausing when she had to step across a slain partygoer. Reaching the door, Beca hesitated for a second. Did she want to take this girl prisoner or just kill her outright? The mission was a kill, but considering she'd just gone AGAINST the mission, she PROBABLY should have some form of leverage. Which meant she couldn't just kill the girl now? No. Oh well. That kinda sucked, but meh. She could still have fun with this then.
Slamming her gun against the door, Beca smirked when she heard a sharp intake of breath from the other side.
"Listen up princess!" Beca barked, "You can either walk out now, or I'm going to shoot this place up. Well, even more then I already have, understand? Now, walk out slowly, and don't try anything stupid and MAYBE you'll make it out of this alive!"
For a second, no one moved, however, soon, Beca could hear a slight shuffling from inside.
"How do I know you're telling me the truth?" Beca heard Chloe yell out.
"You don't!" Beca smirked. "But hey, I can just start shooting the door now. Take your pick princess!"
Once more, all was silent, other then the wails coming from the other room. Practically holding her breath, Beca waited until finally, once again she heard the subtle sounds of movement from inside the closet. Gradually, the door knob turned, and the door creaked open, slowly but surely exposing the red head that had hidden in the depths. Holding her heads up, Chloe slowly walked out, fear evident in her eyes.
"So what do you know?" Beca smirked, enjoying the young woman's fear. "Ms. Chloe Beale herself in the flesh?"
"Please don't kill me." Chloe squeaked fearfully.
"Aw no Princess." Beca smirked, her eyes glinting evilly. "We're just getting started."
Aaaaaaannnnd cut! So how was that motherfuckers? It's only going to get worse from here, so merp.
If you were even mildly disturbed by this, let's NOT read the next chapters? Rape, torture and a host of other nasty shit will be here, so yeah. This is my psycho side coming out mortals, so be careful.
On that note though, if you liked this and are a fucked up little fucker like me, I'd love to hear what you think :)
