A/N: It's a Wild Kratts AU! Wow. An AU, huh? How will I manage this? I've been thinking about how I can put a horror aspect into this, but I guess I can't. Oh well. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Wild Kratts, QQ
"The quadruple-A has struck again, with this time, over a dozen murders in five states. The police have no other leads as to where this secret agency's center is, and we do not know who killed these people. It has been reported that, likewise, at least half of these people killed are animal abusers, the rest are bystanders. It is unclear whether these others have actually reported these animal abusing, but..." Aviva was sitting on the couch of the small two story house she and her best friend since middle school, Koki, shared.
"Gee, that sounds real bad," the Hispanic woman knitted her eyebrows together. "How many murders has there been since the rise of the AAAA?"
Another woman in her early twenties entered, a black woman with double piercings. Her puffy afro was held back with a yellow headband.
"Over a hundred, I think," Koki read from her tablet. "And they only started two months ago!"
Aviva shook her head, allowing the free flowing brown waves of her hair to move. Without giving it a second thought, Aviva pulled up her hair in a low ponytail. She never could last long with her hair down. The two girls were getting ready to go to a dinner with their two friends - who happened to be guys.
"Yeah, be sure to get those locks down," Koki covered her lips with the tips of her fingers in a giggle. "You'll be sure to knock Chris off his feet."
Aviva grew red at the comment but knew the perfect thing to retort.
"Let me help you straighten your hair; it'll be sure to blow Martin away!" Aviva got up from the couch, beginning to chase after her best friend.
"No way! You'll burn it!" Koki began to run up the stairs of their small house.
"No, I won't! I curl my own hair all the time!" Aviva shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
"That's different!" Koki smiled from the top of the stairs. "I'm going to change first, then we'll see!"
"Wear the pearl clusters I bought you!" Aviva shouted once more.
The young Hispanic woman ascended the light wooden staircase, the same hardwood floors as the entire house, minus the bathrooms, bedrooms, and kitchens. The majority of the small house's walls, shelves, and doors were white. It gave the whole place an open feeling, despite it being so small. Their backyard had a koi pond and a medium sized pool. Three massive windows in the back side of the living room opened up to the view of the backyard. Next to the living room, cut off by a breakfast bar, was the kitchen. Towards the front of the house, from a vestibule through the kitchen, was a small dining room just for the two girls. Across the hall - and past the front door while we're at it - was the real dining room, cluttered with papers and equipment.
Upstairs were just the two girls' bedrooms, two bathrooms, two guest rooms, and a hallway closet.
"Well, let's see if I can really wow those guys tonight," Aviva said out loud to herself as she closed the door to her room behind her back.
Pulling apart the accordion white doors, a whole array of clothes revealed itself from Aviva's closet - and these were just the tops and dresses. Aviva had a dresser for bottoms - skirts, shorts, jeans, leggings - and of course, other clothing necessities.
Most of Aviva's room had pastel colors, unlike Koki, who had vibrant colors. Aviva had her walls painted across all four walls a pastel rainbow, all the colors melding together, like those computer palettes that have allow to pick any shade of any color. The carpet floor to Aviva's room was white - it relaxed her. There was a small desk with drawers and a laptop running on her desk. The 21 year old was working hard in her senior year of college.
Aviva put her hands on her hips, unable to pick a dress. What should she wear? Where were the two brothers taking them? They had said to dress semi-formally, so Aviva took out all the knee-length dresses she had. Some were frilly, some were flowing. Aviva then went back into the closet and took out the few maxi dresses she had and laid them on her bed.
There were at least 20 dresses to choose from.
"Ai, why did I have to buy so many dresses?" Aviva cupped her hand to her forehead, fearing a headache coming on. "I'm going to take a shower."
Aviva stepped out into the hall and began to walk towards the one upstairs bathroom, but Koki peeked her head out her bedroom door.
"Aviva!" Koki hissed.
"What is it, Koki?" Aviva turned around to face her friend.
"What do I wear?" Koki looked urgent.
"That's what I'm wondering, too!" Aviva exclaimed. "I'm going casual, but formal, sort of."
"That's not helping," Koki intoned. "Take your shower. I'm going right after you."
With that, Koki slammed the door shut, causing Aviva to jump. Koki wasn't upset - she always slammed the door - but she did seem apprehensive.
Aviva, trying to put her mind at ease, grabbed a fresh towel from the laundry room downstairs and ran up the stairs, skipping steps. Aviva jogged into the bathroom, quickly turning on the water for the shower, letting it grow warm. However, Aviva caught her reflection in the grand bathroom mirror. She leaned over the edge of the bathroom counter, wondering how she would do her makeup, or if she would use makeup at all. Aviva nearly fell into a trance at her reflection, a trance of deep thought, not one of narcissism. That Animal Abuse Assassination. Agency, or Association, whatever they preferred, was lingering in the back of her mind. They killed people who abused animals and the people they loved. The AAAA had said their last A stood for Association, but the whole nation said it stood for Agency. Aviva cared not for what the letters stood for, but she cared for what the people stood for. Why would people kill others just because of animal abuse? Of course, any type of abuse is wrong - unbelievably wrong - but murder wasn't the proper way to punish abusers.
Shaking her head, she decided to hurry up and shower to save some hot water for Koki.
"Please! Please!" the man tied up in a chair begged.
The six men dressed in all black simply stood there. Two of the men were those who reported the animal abuse to the Association. Two were in charge of tying all suspects up and torturing them. The last two were in charge of killing the abusers. The six agents wore black pants, black shoes, black leather gloves, a black t-shirt with a black blazer over it, and a black scarf. The men wore black sunglasses, the scarves covering up to their noses. They wore black beanies to cover their scalps, and these beanies were pulled over their foreheads.
"Do it," one of these men in black nodded.
The two men in charge of killing stood before the man in the chair with machetes in their hands. Their heights were slightly above average, one of them a few inches taller than the other. The shorter man quickly lunged, slicing the tied up man's throat. The taller man was more hesitant, but sent the machete through the man's chest. The man tied up stopped moving.
"Let's move!" another man shouted. "The guy lives alone!"
"What about the dogs?" the man who held his machete with heavy hesitance asked.
"Let them stay here. Chris, put the card down," a third man commanded.
The shorter man with a bloodstained machete nodded and pulled out a manilla card out, the size of a birthday card. The cover of the card was a black pawprint with red slash across the paw. The red slash was messy, similar to a blood splatter. On the inside of the card said:
ANIMAL ABUSERS' ASSASSINTATION ASSOCIATION
We refuse to stand by and watch innocent animals being killed. We are taking a stand.
"Go! Get out!" The man named Chris shouted. "Go!"
The six men ran out of the two story house, passing the kennels filled with dogs. The hesitant man, once the group of agents were at the first floor, turned to look at the second floor from below.
"Martin, c'mon!" Chris' voice urged him back.
Instantly, Martin faced the outside world and the danger of discovery. These six men had to get to their van that had no license plate a few blocks away. Two of the men would leap across fences, two others would leap out windows, and two would casually get out through the front door. They would dispose of their uniforms and reveal their casual clothes beneath. The two men named Chris and Martin were to go out the front door. As for their machetes, they would place it in their duffle bags, disguised as gym bags.
"We'll lock the windows for you, Jeff," Chris was telling another agent.
"Be careful. The instant two hours are up, the cameras are back on. Thanks to your brother's hesitation, we only have thirty minutes left to do this," the man called Jeff rolled his eyes, peeling off the blazer.
"It's still plenty of time," Chris rolled his eyes behind the sunglasses. "We're not here to set a record on who can torture and kill somebody the fastest."
"Yeah, whatever," Jeff put on a glossy red pair of basketball shorts.
"Just hurry up and get yourself out the window," Chris scoffed, grabbing the bag he had brought with him, taking off the blazer and shoving it in.
Chris pulled off the beanie, revealing brown hair somehow still up in tall spikes. From the bag, Chris pulled out a green t-shirt. Taking off the black t-shirt quickly, the lean muscles gained by the extensive training for the AAAA revealed themselves. They were quickly hidden when Chris pulled the green v-neck over his torso. Martin sighed, deciding to change into the casual clothes.
"C'mon, Martin, we got to hurry, we have four hours until our date with Aviva and Koki," Chris whispered urgently.
"I'm hurrying! That was our last guy, right?" Martin threw the beanie into Chris' bag. "Hand me my shirt and jacket."
"Take it," Chris threw the two articles of clothing at his older brother. "Don't drop it!"
Martin was fixing his sandy blonde hair, clawing his short bangs down his forehead and caught the shirt and jacket with the other hand without giving them a single thought. His mind was on all the things they have done, the people they've killed and how those numbers will only climb. Today was the first day on the job for the two brothers, and immediately, they were sent to kill.
In as few words as possible, Martin started to regretting joining the Animal Abuse Assassination Association.