This my first fanfic. I was bored since i'm on my major break before senior year, so I decided, "Hey why not write something?"
So I did, and here it is. My first ever one. I'm feeling a bit excited actually. Hope you guys enjoy. Tell me what you think also, all good and bad comments welcomed :)
(I don't own any of the SoN characters, or the song lyrics in this chapter. Story plot and extras are i guess mine.)
She was waiting by the bar, sipping slowly on her cocktail, watching the people around her dance their night away. Black hair neatly cut, falling onto her shoulders. Her body engulfed beautifully in a silky red dress with white heels. No man saw her unnoticed, no woman did either. But tonight, she wasn't planning to attract attention. Tonight she was out to kill.
A man in his late twenties sat next to her, teeth white as pearl, jet black hair gelled to perfection, and a smart suit that made him ever more handsome. Too bad she wasn't interested in him.
"Everything's set. It's ten minute past seven. He's coming in very soon." The man said, in a smooth manly voice.
The girl didn't reply. Instead she looked down into her cocktail, and swirled the olive around in her cup. The club glowed by light's that flashed consistently throughout the whole time she was there. Music blaring loudly with non-stop hits, making the night feel more alive. Her favourite song was playing.
If only they could actually evacuate the dancefloor. Then things would be much easier for me.
Ohh Ohh
Evacuate the dancefloor
Ohh Ohh
I'm infected by the sound
Ohh Ohh
Stop this beat is killing
Hey Mr DJ, let the music take me under ground
"I'll be monitoring the situation carefully. I'll warn you if there are any personnel coming your way. In and out, Spencer. There is no time to waste." He said in a serious tone. He got up, leaving the girl to be once again by herself.
Spencer took out her blackberry, and dialled a few numbers. It instantly showed her a screen of the entire club at every angle. She watched, as she saw people dancing in the small screen, a person walking to the restrooms and a figure who was wearing a red dress, sitting by the illuminated bar, who was her. Then she saw him, in a small suit, stomach protruding largely and a head that was clean shaven. Upstairs by the window, where he was preparing to sit down with his men. She got up from her seat, phone still in hand, and made her way to where he was...
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Outside, a young woman in her early twenties, waited silently on top of an abandoned building.
Beside her, was .24 calibre, positioned and ready to blow a person's head off. Her dark brown hair, flowed effortlessly in the wind, as she stood close to the edge of the building. She had been on watch for nearly three hours, looking across to a room through a window that would soon be painted red.
Up above, the gloomy dark sky finally broke into a steadfast rain. Luckily there was another floor above her that gave her shelter. She looked down at her black leather jacket and tight black jeans to her white sneakers. She couldn't wait to get out of the uncomfortable outfit that she had been wearing three days straight. Suddenly she heard a crackle from her ear piece.
"Hey Ashley, are you there?" A voice asked into her ear.
"Yeah, no thanks to you. Why do I have to do this boring shit anyway?" She asked as she sat down, while putting her arms over her parted knees. Her eyes never leaving the target's room.
"I know you'd much rather be at home, having a nice hot, bubble bath, but duty calls, and your aiming skills are top notch." The husky voice replied.
"So are Hannah's, but you don't send her two hundred feet above ground, for three hours watching nothing but pigeons in an old building" She spat, slightly annoyed.
"Hey now! I'm not the one giving out assignments here. I just give people the go. If you want to take it out on someone, take it out on Jole." Ashley heard the voice cough for a full ten seconds on the other end.
"Gawd, I sound like a dying frog"
"Well, tell Jole he can kiss my ass. And when the hell is this guy going to come to his damn suite? He's lucky he's getting a bullet to his head, because I would've tortured him for making me wait this long"
"You are such a diva sometimes, Ashley. It sucks though, because everyone knows you're like the most attractive and sexiest woman in our organisation, but you have a temper that can make a bull shit themselves and then-"
"Aiden, shut up for a moment. I see shadows" Ashley stood up, and moved quickly to her sniper rifle.
Through the magnified scope, a bald and fat figure had approached into the room and sat down on the black leather couch. Unfortunately, he wasn't alone.
"Did you say shadows? He's supposed to be there by himself though."
Ashley ignored him, and continued speculating the situation. A young woman, who looked about her age, had joined him. She was wearing a red dress, with short jet black hair that made her look like a Goddess. She watched, as the girl took off her white heels, and slowly undressed herself for the man. She hated to admit, she was absolutely, stunningly attractive.
"Hey Aiden, this guy's married right?"
"Yeah, with four children. Did I forget to mention that?"
Well at least they fit together, a slutty whore, and fat, disgusting, cheating slob. She thought to herself.
"Doesn't matter now. So what do I do with his other lady companion?" She asked.
She then heard him sigh on the other end.
"Well, it seems to me, that she's just another hooker. No choice but to terminate her as well. At least she's dying doing what does best. "
"Be my guest" He replied.
She peered back into the scope. The blonde girl had now stripped to her bra and underwear, and was making the target turn around, so she could blindfold him with his tie. She watched as the woman patted the fat man on the back then move towards her bag, but what came next, nearly took Ashley's breath away...
And there's first chapter! So what do you guys think so far? Wonder what took Ashléy's breath away...Find out in the next chapter!
By the way the song (if people don't know) is by Cascada : Evacuate the dancefloor.