A/N: So I had this idea of doing a fanfic about Dr. King Schultz teaching a certain female OC the art of killing people aka being a bounty hunter because she wants to avenge her family who was killed by someone and they kind of framed her…? It's supposed to be a AU fanfic which means in this universe King didn't met Django yet…

Anyway, let me know if I should continue or not. And I'm sorry if there's any grammatical mistakes, English isn't my first language…

Being an outlaw wasn't a dream come true, especially when there was a price on your head.

Naveen got herself in a huge trouble which lead her to this fatal encounter.

His name was King and there wasn't a soul who would dare to say his name, at least not the ones who had debts with the justice… Except for her.

"King…"

They say it was because she wasn't actually an outlaw. She was just a woman who had fought for her live; who had fought to survive.

"I see you know my name…"

His voice was so controlled and his accent so distinct that she thought if it was even possible for such a fearless bounty hunter be its' owner.

"One tends to know the name of the man who wants to kill you…"

She was waiting for him in her old house. After running for 5 years, she decided it was time to stop. If she was supposed to be dead, so be it. At last all the pain she felt for losing everything and everyone, would subside.

Now he was walking towards her, towards the main room. It was empty and she sat in one of the only things that were left behind: the piano. She looked at him, holding an empty glass of scotch. He seemed surprised to finding her so calm. Just there waiting for him; for her death. That had never happened to him before.

"Normally fräulein, people tend to be quite more surprised when they see me. Usually because they know their sins, but you-"

He was now seated on one of the old chairs, looking her from head to toe. Just admiring her figure, which seemed so strange but at the same time so familiar to him… She looked him dead in the eye.

"Were you expecting for me to beg you for my life?"

"Is it not your intention?"

She chuckled with a cold glance leaving her eyes. In that moment King knew that this woman's story was way deeper and more complex than the one he had heard. He almost felt a hint of pity wash over him after her remark, but he held it to himself. It seemed that this woman deserved is respect.

After noticing he wouldn't make a move to kill her, she returned her look to her empty glass and questioned him again while admiring it.

"Are you not supposed to kill me?"

He knew the price on her head, but he couldn't stop thinking how she got there. The way she talked only revealed that she used to be a respectable maiden and that somehow, live had brought her to this fate. Surely she had an interesting story to share, and to his eyes, she seemed determined to let him finish his job… So why not? Why not let her tell him her story? She didn't seem like a threat…

"That is what I am here for… Thought it seems you are too willing to die for an outlaw that has been running for… Five years, am I right?"

Once again she was looking straight into his eyes.

"Indeed, it has been five years. Five years of hell which I wish to be over. I've got nothing else to lose anymore…"

He felt her grieve and he could see that her beautiful green eyes had seen death a million times before.

"Well, and so it seems… But there must be a story behind all this" He gestured to the empty room "…tell me, my dear, what is your story?"