A/N: If we owned the show a lot of things would be different...Okay maybe not a lot...But some. And no we don't own the characters though it would be nice to own a Peter or Charlie of our own.
Manipulative, dangerous, deadly, and alluring and an angel of death with sociopathic tendencies were all words that psychologists would use to describe Olivia Dunham. However you'd never know it just by looking at her. She had applied just the right amount of makeup to give her eyes a smoky appearance, a touch of bright red lipstick on her thin lips and her long blonde hair curling at the ends and hanging just below her shoulders. The black dress that she was wearing hugged every curve just right and the neck line dropped just enough to make every man's head turn but not make her stick out too much from the crowd. She had been sent there by her boss though the party setting wasn't something that Olivia preferred. It was too crowded and there were way too many eyes that could pick up on why she was there. So she did what she was good at, she made herself nearly invisible while still attracting the attention of several men, none of them the one she was looking for. Scanning the room she eventually set eyes on the man she had come to this awful party for. He was wearing a tan suit with a white shirt and matching tan tie. He was thin and balding, a porn star mustache on his ugly face, with a smile that would creep out the devil himself. She took a breath and tugged at the waist of her dress pulling if down a little to make her breasts more visible knowing that it was something that would attract his greasy attention, and made her way over to his table.
"Good evening." She said in a sticky sweet voice, giving him a charming smile.
"Well aren't you a pretty little thing." He said making her internally cringe, but she pushed past that and smiled even more before taking a seat beside him and crossing her legs making the skirt of her small dress ride up slightly showing more thigh than she would prefer.
"Are you having a good time?" Olivia asked seeing his eyes taking in her newly exposed skin.
"Yes." He smiled at her, his yellow teeth almost making her gag. "Would you like a drink my dear?"
"Oh yes please." Olivia opening flirted.
"So may I ask your name?" He asked after their drinks had arrived at their table.
"My name is Malina Diuvo." Olivia lied using an anagram for her actual name.
"Edgar Burns." He said holding out his hand though she already knew his name.
"It's nice to meet you Mr. Burns." Olivia lied. She had been sent there for a reason and it wasn't to get to know the slim ball sitting beside her.
She continued to sit with him for well over two hours, nodding at the right times and acting as if she gave a damn about what he was saying. She would get some odd looks from people, no doubt wondering why someone with her looks would be sitting with the vial piece of flesh known as Edgar Burns. The man was hated by most for his part in shutting down businesses and having places demolished just because he didn't like them. He would then have businesses put up in place of the ones that he closed but would have people from out of the country work in them instead of the American's that needed the jobs after being laid off or fired. Almost everyone at the party didn't want him there and wanted him dead which worked in Olivia's favor perfectly.
"Mr. Burns." Olivia said running a finger under his chin teasingly. "How about we finish this conversation in my room?" She asked. The party was being held at a hotel and her boss had made sure that she had a room so that she could do her job with as little a chance of being caught as possible. He gave her a look that let her know that he was thinking he would get lucky that night, and slid out of his seat holding his hand out to her which she took while flirtatiously biting her bottom lip. She led him to the elevator that brought them to the tenth floor and then to her room, getting the key out of her purse. She had just gotten the door closed when his lips fell to hers and she had to physically stop herself from gagging as the kissed him back luring him into a false sense of safety. Walking them backwards, she brought them to the bed and pushed him back on it, breaking the kiss and giving him a teasing look.
"I'm going to slip into something more comfortable." She said and slipped out the bed and into the bathroom. Once she was sure that he wasn't going to follow her, Olivia went into the bathroom closet and pulled out a briefcase that she had put in there earlier that day. Opening the briefcase, Olivia pulled out her gun, a clip of bullets and a silencer. Someone had put a hit out on Mr. Burns and it was Olivia's job to make sure that the hit was completed. So cocking the gun, she stepped out of the bathroom, aimed then fired.
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Blood thirsty and driven would probably be the best words to describe Olivia Dunham as she drove home and walked through the heavy double doors to the mansion she lived in. The first time that she had held a gun was when she was just 9 years old and shot her step father. The feel of cold metal against her palms, the sound of the gunshot and the smell of gun powder and blood had sent adrenaline rushing through her veins in a high that she longed to feel again. Though she hadn't killed her step father then, she hadn't hesitated to just years later when she had found him in his apartment, a young brunette crumpled on the floor bleeding and unconscious. She had just looked at his shocked face as she emptied a clip into him. It wasn't until Olivia reached the age of 14 and her mother died of cancer that she had gotten the chance to kill that bastard.
Olivia and her younger sister Rachel had been put into the foster care system, and it seemed that no one wanted a teenager. Rachel was quickly adopted while Olivia was left behind until one day she got into a fight with one of the boys at the foster home and nearly beat him to death. She had been called to the main office but instead of being punished for the boy's beating, a woman had been waiting for her. The woman had red hair and bright green eyes that looked just as cold as her smile. The woman had introduced herself as Nina Sharp and had taken Olivia from the foster home that very same day. Nina had brought Olivia to her home and introduced her to a boy a few years older than herself name Charlie. Charlie had brought Olivia out the next day and told her what he and Ms. Sharp did for a living before training Olivia to kill. She trained hard every day enjoying it immensely and getting to the point where she could empty a clip and have a new one loaded before Charlie had the chance to blink. Her first kill has been when she had turned 15 and had insisted on tracking down the man that had made her mother; her sister and she live through hell when he was around. Ms. Sharp had quickly agreed and had Charlie bring her to the apartment only to see her come out with blood on her hands and face, a huge smile stretching from ear to ear.
A lot had happened in the 18 years that she had been under the wing of Ms. Sharp. She had used fake names and tossed them away like they were everyday items, she had started accepting hits that people had put out on others and had done their dirty work for them in many different ways though she preferred a gun. She and Charlie had become close though more like sibling close than anything else. When she had gotten to the age of wanting sex she had found partners that lasted a night but no longer than that since she couldn't exactly bring them into her world. How would she explain that? The only people in her life that knew about her job were Nina, Charlie and a young girl named Astrid that had just been brought into the fold about a year ago. Nina had thought it best for Olivia to have someone to train, however Astrid wasn't exactly open to the idea of killing anyone. At least not as open as Olivia or Charlie, though they were getting her deeper into the game with every day and had seen what she can do when she really feels like it.
The number of people that Olivia had killed during those 18 years was high; it's amazing the number of people that put hits out on others. Though she always weeded through them and picked the ones that really deserved to die. Mr. Burns was an ass but he didn't deserve his bullet hole like the others did, she had just been bored. Olivia had been going through a dry spell of sorts since most of the hits went to Charlie who was more experienced than she was, making it so that she could do little less than to sit back and kick up her heels while he was out having all the fun. She did spend time with Astrid though teaching her some new things, but it just got boring. So she had taken the only hit out there that remotely piqued her interest.
Pushing thoughts of her latest kill from her mind, Olivia grabbed some clothes from her room and headed into the bathroom, brushing her teeth to get the taste of that man out of her mouth before stripping down and starting a bath. She dumped in some jasmine bubble bath and let the hot water steam the room before she slipped into the scalding water and closed her eyes enjoying the burning sensation that spread over her body from the heated water. Olivia had only been in the water for about ten minutes when she heard the door open and close.
"Wow this place is like a sauna." Astrid's voice pierced the calm making Olivia open her eyes and send a small glare at the younger woman.
"I like hot water." Olivia remarked closing her eyes again. "What do you want?"
"Charlie pushed off a hit to you." Astrid explained leaning against the wall. It wasn't unusual for one of them to be in the bath while the other talked. Astrid had walked in on her more times than she cared to count, letting her know that she had a new hit to take care of.
"What is it?" Olivia asked opening her eyes and hoping that this one had some interest to it.
"A pedophile has been watching this guy's kid for a while and has started breaking into the kid's room at night." Astrid explained.
"How much is he offering?" Olivia asked curious as to why Charlie would push a pedophile hit on her.
"He's paying fifty thousand dollars." Astrid said. "He offered an additional ten thousand if you remove the guy's testicles."
"Ah so that's why Charlie gave this one to me."Olivia chuckled.
"Well can you blame him? It would be like taking off another woman's breasts." Astrid pointed out and saw Olivia nod slowly.
"Okay." Olivia said looking at Astrid. "Tell Ms. Sharp that I'll take this, but tell her that you are coming with me."
"Okay." Astrid said surprisingly happy to be going with Olivia. The only jobs that she enjoyed doing were ones that would make sure that a kid was safe at least for a little while. She wasn't like Olivia and Charlie who just jumped in with both feet and no looking back.
"Is there anything else that you need?" Olivia asked.
"No that's it." Astrid said and made her way to the door. "Charlie is cooking tonight so you might want to come down in about an hour."
"I'll be there." Olivia said and heard the door close behind Astrid. Her gun would need to be cleaned and she needed a new clip, but that wouldn't take long. She and Astrid would be out of the mansion in just a few hours and back before bed. Olivia closed her eyes and took a breath, sinking under the surface of the bath water and wondering not for the first time, what it would be like being the recipient of death. She knew it was going to happen one day and that it wouldn't be from old age, she wasn't that naïve. But she just couldn't help but wonder how it would be to be the one with the bullet through her brain or to have her throat slit and bleed out. She knew that she would find out one day and until then she would count each day still alive as a victory.
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