Gun fire? Again? One day in this city and I've heard at least twenty gun shots. I guess that is why my friends didn't want me to move here. Oh well. As one of the most dangerous women in the world, I can handle myself. Of course, none of my friends know who I really am, do they? Of course not, or they wouldn't be my friends. That one is pretty obvious.
I looked around my penthouse. I could afford better...but this would be just great for me. It was all black and white, and one wall in the main room was all window, and it lead to the balcony. Everything looked completely vintage, but black and white. The bedroom was quite empty, except for a black bed, high, that was made of ebony wood. The pillows and blankets were black, and only a few were white. There was a very old mirror made of ebony hanging on one wall, with black walls and some black and white photos on the walls. There was a nightstand, too. The floor was black and white tile, but the white was faded. In the office it was all white, except for the chairs. They were black. It also had some fake, black flowers on the shelves. The bathroom was all black and white, and vintage. Same with the kitchen.
Yes, it was perfect for me. I sat at my desk, looking at my computer screen. This...vigilante thinks he is so tough? The only reason he is so "good" is because the criminals in this town are...not at high standards. At all. I mean, not compared to me. The Silent Assassin. Fitting name, really, I don't speak or make any sounds as I work. Actually, I give the occasional laugh. That's it. Speaking of...WHERE IS MY COSTUME!
Armor, skinny jeans, black pants. Check. Got 'em. Thigh tall, armor, black boots. Check. Bullet proof, black, corset. Check. Black and white masquerade mask, armor. Check. Black, see through, veil. Check. Elbow high, armor gloves. Check. Daggers. Check. Bow and Arrow. Check. Samurai sword. Check. Good. Everything is there.
Another gun shot, and my door opening. Funny. I thought I locked that. I still sat at my desk, slowly pulling out my sword. If anyone dared fight me, they would lose. A man, more like a clown, walked into the office. He had neon green hair that looked very greasy. His suit was purple and green. Hm. His face was what got my attention. It was painted chalk white, with large black circles around his eyes. He had scars stretching off the corners of his lips, and they were painted over with red. Those scars made him look like he was smiling, although his real lips were in a frown. He flicked his tongue over his lips once.
"I see you are observing my scars, darling." He produced a knife from his jacket pocket. "Wanna know how I got 'em?"
I narrowed my eyes at him as he came toward me, and raised my sword to threaten him. I saw hia dark eyes widen. He observed the sword, grinning a little. I held my sword high, watching his every move. His eyes looked around the room, and he spun his dagger. I could kill him right now, but my white carpet couldn't handle that. And I did not want to explain that to the people that would replace my carpet. "You plan to fight me? ME? Do you know who I am?" He asked, amusment in his voice. I narrowed my eyes more, not talking. "Not much of a speaker, huh? Well, while I stay here I can talk enough for the both of us." I shook my head, and pointed to the door with the sword, then to him. "Oh, darling, you want me to leave? Do I...make you uncomfortable? Hm? It's the scars, isn't it? They do always have that effect on people."
I let out a small groan, and lowered my sword. It was obvious he wouldn't come near me. If he did, I had no doubt I was much faster. I stood up and walked into the kitchen.
"Can't I get a name? Age? Anything?" He asked. I kept walking. "Are you mute?" I rolled my eyes. Salvatore...Maroni. I needed to find out about him. I could ask this man...all criminals in this town have some kind of connection to him, right?
I held up a picture of Maroni, and he smiled. I raised an eyebrow, and pointed to the picture, then him. "Oh...you want me to take you to Maroni? Hm? Well, you'll have to answer me some questions first." He smirked, and I rolled my eyes, sighing. I nodded slowly. "...I just want a name."
"My real name? Or what I go by?" I asked softly, my voice slightly high pitched.
"...Both." He smirked deeper now.
"Raksha Morte Sogno." I stated my real name first. 'Demon Death Dream.' Lovely name. "I go by the Silent Assassin or Stella." "Lovely name, all of them." He smiled. "Well, lets go!"
*****
"Maroni! I have a gift for you! I think she means business." The Joker, that's what he said his name was, said with a giggle. "Pretty one, too." I had my outfit on, so I was protected against any funny business.
"Thank you, Joker, she is just the person I wanted to see." Maroni smiled. I sat across from him, and smelled the wine in front of me. "It isn't poisoned."
I narrowed my eyes, and pointed to my glass, then his, trying to say they both were, because I knew him. I produced a small bottle of wine from my boot, and took a drink, smirking. The Joker, who was standing behind me, laughed so hard I thought he would fall over.
"Smart girl." Maroni smiled. "Well, let's get down to business. You are a threat to all of us here, and all of the criminals that live in this town. You will kill anyone you are hired to."
I put up my finger, and wagged it from side to side. No. I pointed to him, then all around the room. I won't kill them...I'm too smart to do that.
"You won't kill us? Then...I don't see why you are a problem any longer." He smiled, but I shook my head and smirked. I picked up a pen from the table, and a piece of paper.
I'm ALWAYS a problem. Always a threat.