I Don't Own them...wish I did though...hehehe... Anywho. If this gets good ratings, I'll continue it.

Beautiful Assassin.

Chapter One: The Mission to take out the Saints.

The two girls stayed lurking in the shadows, their black clothing concealing them. But Sadly Evie was fighting a cold and was constantly sneezing, causing her to remove her ski mask. Ravyn on the other hand, was always sans ski mask, and most other gear, usually only being seen if she wanted to be. Evie was new to the team, just met Ravyn this morning when Ravyn went in to the 'Office' to receive her orders, one of which was to train Evie on a highly dangerous mission, one Ravyn had been waiting for since she joined the force. You see, Ravyn became an assassin so that one day, she would be able to take out the Saints.

The Boston Saints had killed the only family Ravyn had. Her Father, who was an innocent bystander, or so she thought. During the Yakavetta murder trail, when the head of the Yakavetta family was placed on his knees in front of the entire court, after the prayer had been said and pennies had been placed, the saints turned and killed everyone except the women and children. Ravyn was 10 at the time, she could still remember what the brothers looked like, and what their father Il Duce had looked like, and who he was and the things he had done.

-10 Hours Ago-

"Ravyn, I would like you to meet your new team member, Evie." Mr. Marcello said as the 5' 6" auburn haired, pale skinned, girl walked in, sneezing. Ravyn nodded at her.

"It's such a pleasure to be working with you Ms. erm...I'm sorry I didn't catch your last name." Evie smiled, Ravyn already disliked her, she preferred to work alone.

"Black, Ravyn Black. If you call me Ray I won't hesitate to shoot you." Ravyn said, keeping her black rimless sunglasses on and her face as stony as can be.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that, Ms. Black. I think we'll get along just fine." Evie smiled again, her southern accent getting heavy.

"Let me guess..." Ravyn said, her voice low "your from Georgia?"

"Atlanta to be exact Ms. Black." Evie said, practically glowing with Georgia pride.

"Ah, if you insist on formalities then please call me Agent Black. I don't like being called Ms. It makes me feel like a teacher. Tell me..." Ravyn paused, standing up to look at the window, her black leather jacket reaching the floor, "Evie, have you ever killed someone? Looked at their face as they begged for mercy? Looked in their eyes as their soul leaves their lifeless body?" Ravyn said as she turned to face the auburn haired girl, who had since removed her jacket and sunglasses, Ravyn was straight but could admit Evie was breath taking.

"I can't say I have Agent Black. I was brought on as technical support for you." Evie had suddenly become very serious.

"Ravyn, be nice to the new recruit." Mr. Marcello said as he put a hand on Ravyn's overly tense shoulder.

"I am being nice, she hasn't run out screaming yet has she?" Ravyn smirked at the fond memories. Countless people driven to tears by Ravyn's attitude...issues.

"That's true. But you admitted your self, you need a technical assistant, and so that's why we brought in Evie. She's one of our top rated people. And with your new, lets say assignment, your going to need all the help you can get." Mr. Marcello smiled.

"They've found the Saints?" Ravyn breathed, removing her sunglasses and showing her bright green eyes.

"They have my dear." He said as he sat behind his desk.

"Aldo, are you sure it's them? Is Il Duce with them?" Ravyn asked sitting across from her boss, who started as her mentor and friend.

"I am sure my dear, Il Duce is no where to be found. We have a rouge agent in the field we also need you to take out." He said as he placed the folder on the table facing the black haired girl.

"Damn." Ravyn said as she looked at the file.

"Yeah, it seems that 'The Old Man' got his claws in to one of our best agents." Aldo sighed sadly.

"Worry not dear friend, I shall take care of this, problem." Ravyn smiled at the man, a true genuine smile.

"Thank you." Aldo smiled at his young friend.

"Mm," Ravyn nodded at him, "Evie, come with me, we've got to get you into some night stalking clothes, and out of country bright." Ravyn said as she got up and put her sunglasses back on covering her eyes.

"Trust me Evie, she likes you. She's just a bit rough around the edges, she's been dealt a hard hand in life." Aldo smiled at the girl who was putting her jacket back on with a worrisome look on her face causing her to nod at him.

"But, I like country bright." Evie beamed as she followed the resident Goth out of the Aldo's office and through the rest of the building smiling at people as they got out of Ravyn's way.

"As much as you might like it sunshine, you will be killed in the field if you go out in bright colors at night." Ravyn sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"I'm actually going out to the field?" Evie said her annoyingly high pitch voice getting higher as her excitement grew.

"Sure are sunshine. Which means you need black...did you just cough?" Ravyn asked as she pushed the button on the elevator.

"Oh, yes. I have a cold." Evie smiled then sneezed.

"Ah fuck." Ravyn said as she entered the elevator, "better learn to control those sneezes and coughs then sunshine."

"Will do." Evie beamed.

Ravyn already was being annoyed by the sunny girl who was assigned to her. When the elevator finally reached the parking garage, Ravyn went walking out first just to get some peace from the constantly chattering Georgian. As Ravyn stalked among the rows of cars her mind was racing, the saints finally returned, her father could finally be avenged. The Irish scumbags who took all she had from her would finally get theirs, a small smile touched her deep red stained lips.

"Over Here!" She called as she reached her car.

"Oh thank goodness." Evie said as she finally caught up. The moment she laid eyes on Ravyn's car she was shocked. Jet black, so black it was glossy enough to be a black mirror, white and red pin stripping running down the sides ending in a design of a Native American raven, the car was a Lamborghini Gallardo.

"Get in sunshine." Ravyn sighed as Evie walked up to the passenger side of the car.

"Okay." Evie said trying to pull the door open.

"Lift up." Ravyn said with a slight laugh.

"Oh, well I feel dumb now." Evie laughed at herself.

Ravyn shook her head at her new partner as she started up her car. The minute her car started Opeth started blasting out of the custom stereo, the one way she knew she would finally get some peace from her new partner. As she drove down the streets of Boston, she kept her eyes peeled for the MacManus brothers. The file Aldo gave her had their current haunts, the same as they used to be, the Irish pub ran by the elderly gentleman with touretts syndrome among others.

As they pulled up to one of Ravyn's shops she turned down the stereo and looked at her mildly horrified partner.

"Here's what's going on. We're going to go in there to get ready for tonight. Now that the saints are back we need to get on the ball and start figuring out their routines, where they go, who they see, what they do." Ravyn said as she parked the car. "That's where you not dressing sunshine…" Ravyn started as she handed Evie a tissue for her sneezing, "bright comes in."

"Okay, so does that mean I have to dress like…?" Evie started.

"Yes, you have to dress more like me. Maybe not as much leather, that's just a preference because I also ride a motorcycle. But yes, black." Ravyn said as she took the key out of the ignition.

"Oh. Your just a rough and tumble kind of girl aren't you?" Evie teased as she opened her door.

"I guess you could put it that way yes." Ravyn said as she got out of the car and closed her door.

"Can I ask why?" Evie said timidly. 'Ah, so she is intimidated by me' Ravyn smiled.

"I'm sure they briefed you on my history." Ravyn sighed as she opened the shop door and waved at the person behind the counter.

"They didn't actually." Evie said, confused.

No wonder why she agreed to join me, she knows absolutely nothing about me, knows nothing of my history. "The Saints killed my father, the only person I had in my life." Ravyn said looking through the clothes and pulling out a black leather motorcycle vest with a zipper up the front and side gathers to make it fitted..

"Who are these saints you keep talking about?" Evie asked, eyes wide at Ravyn's choice of clothing.

"The Saints. The Boston Saints. They went around about ten years ago doing 'Good' by removing the scum from the world, by scum I mean Mafia, and any other person like that." Ravyn replied grabbing a matte black cat suit.

"Oh." Evie replied a slight frown on her face.

"Yeah, get to finding some black clothes." Ravyn said to her gesturing at the store.

"Uh, okay. Like what?" Evie asked, she looked out of place surrounded by all the black.

"What ever you like. Just make sure its black." Ravyn said as she grabbed a pair of knee high matte black boots.

"Okay…" Evie muttered to herself as she wandered the store and finally found a black turtleneck and black pants.

"You'll want to get yourself some shoes too sunshine." Ravyn said from the dressing room.

"Okay." Evie sighed and grabbed the nearest pair of black tactical boots in her size, also grabbing a ski mask for good measure.

Ravyn walked out of the dressing room, black leather pants, with the matte boots over top, and the black motorcycle vest over top, perfectly fitted to her slim muscular form, a sliver of pale stomach showing. Her jet black hair still in a perfect bun and her sunglasses still in place.

"Do you always wear black?" Evie asked eying Ravyn up and down, trying to find a flaw.

"Yes." Was all Ravyn replied with, before walking up to the counter.

"Cyrus, you know the account number. Please, put all of this on there? Including my new friend. Evie, this is Cyrus. Cyrus, this is Evie." She said gesturing between the two of them. Evie was very out of place. A white button up sleeveless top, and a light purple knee length skirt, white flat shoes and a white trench coat that reached her knees. Very out of place indeed.

"Evie." Cyrus' nodded, his deep voice echoing throughout the store. Evie nodded a reply her eyes wide at the…person that made up Cyrus. His face was covered in scars, instead of hair he had a metal spike Mohawk, the rest of his head was covered in tribal tattoos, one of which Ravyn designed for him, his face had several piercing and his clothes looked like they had been ripped from the corpse of Sid Vicious.

"She's new." Ravyn smiled at her friend.

"Yeah, I can tell." He laughed, his laugh menacing.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just put it all on the account eh?" Ravyn laughed at her friend, her laughter echoing like the bells of a church.

"Yeah sure." Cyrus nodded then went back to reading his comic book.

Ravyn nodded her thanks and bagged everything herself, asked Evie if she was ready and when the auburn haired girl nodded her response, they left the store.

The ride to Ravyn's small apartment was quiet. Evie was processing some thoughts and wasn't ready to ask the Goth she had been placed with. There was such a thing as dressing in black to not be seen, but it's a totally different thing when it's a daily style.

-Present-

"Oy, the fuck do you think yer doin?" Someone yelled about halfway down the street from Ravyn and Evie.

"What I always do, I'm making sure there's no witnesses!" Another voice yelled.

"Why the fuck are you two fighting!" Another voice yelled, this one was different, it just oozed Boston.

"We always do ya dumbfuck." One of the accented voiced yelled back.

Ravyn turned to her wide eyed partner and put a finger to her lips and made a shh sound, Evie nodded her wide eyed head. Then as if things were going in slow motion, Ravyn stood up and pulled the gun from her holster right as the first of the three passed her alley, right as she cocked the gun quietly and turned the safety off, inched her finger towards the trigger, Evie sneezed causing the group of three to look and see a shadow darker then the rest down the alley.

"Fuck! Evie! RUN!" She yelled as they started down the alley, "Evie, you see that hole? Run there and hide. I'll lose them." She said as they ran and Evie nodded and ducked into the hole unseen by the trio.

Ravyn ran until her lungs burned, but the alley dead ended. "Shit." Ravyn spat as she looked around.

"We've got you now, you can't run anymore Mother fucker!" The Boston accent rang out.

"The fuck I can't." Ravyn replied preparing for a fight. Lowering herself down she jumped up and grabbed the ladder above her and swung herself kicking him in the head.

"What the fuck?" He screeched as he fell to the ground grabbing his face, blood pouring from his nose.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt?" Ravyn asked taunting him, laughing when he flipped her off.

"You might want to be nice girly, you see, we have your friend." One of the accented voices taunted her right back.

"Fuck. Dammit Evie." Ravyn sighed removing her sunglasses and rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"I'm Sorry Ravyn." She cried, sobs exploding out of her.

"If you do what we say then the girl goes free." One of them said to her, mischief in his voice.

"Piss off!" She yelled back. She refused to give in to these scum bags. They weren't her mark, but she would happily kill them.

"Watch yourself girly." One of them said lowering his fat face to hers, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"Piss off fat fuck." She growled reaching for one of her tiny throwing knives that was designed just for her, a ring she could easily slip her finger in.

"What did you call me?" He growled right back, his hand pushing her against the wall by her neck.

"I…called…you…fat…fuck." She said between breaths.

"No one calls me that." The man growled at her.

"I just did." She taunted back as she slammed her fist with the small knife into his side, not enough to kill, but enough to disable momentarily, or so she thought until he reached out and grabbed her bun wheeling her around head first into the wall. All she could remember was the sounds of yells and foot steps before everything went black.

"Miss?" she could hear faintly, "Miss?" Water being flicked in her face causing her to slightly rouse. When it dawned on her that someone was talking to her, her eyes flew open she moved into fighting position and reached for her gun, which was missing, as were her knives, and her hair was down.

"Who the fuck are you!" She snarled as she thought of a plan.

"I'm Romeo!" The man laughed, putting his hands up towards his shoulders and smiling at her.

"Where am I? Shit! Evie! Fuck Aldo is going to kill me!" She sighed shaking her head and wincing.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you miss, you see, you hit that wall pretty hard." He smiled at her and put a wet cloth to her head.

"I can clean my own wounds. And if you call me miss one more time, I swear once I get my knives back I'll cut off your balls and make you eat them." She growled and snatched the cloth from him.

"What can I call you then?" He asked, a puzzled and horrified look on his face.

"Darcy," She replied without thinking "Darcy Malone."

"Well Darcy, your friend is going to be okay, she's just in shock. But you're a different story. You got a cut on your head. Its pretty deep." Romeo said as he moved his fingers to show an inch.

"Get me some thread and a needle." She said to him, tiredness creeping into her voice.

"No need, you see Darcy, my…" He started before Ravyn cut him off.

"Why did you call me Darcy?" She asked, puzzled.

"You told me to." He said to her, cocking his head to the side looking at her with a worried look on my face.

"Fuck, I haven't gone by that name in ten years. Call me Ravyn." She replied with a grimace.

"Well Ravyn, my partners will be here in a minute to help fix you up. They went to the store to pick up some stuff for your wounds." He smiled at her as she looked down at herself in shock. Blood was everywhere, which is when she felt the pain in her abdomen and saw Romeo's hand pressing down on the blood soaked cloth.

"Oh Fuck…" she moaned when she saw her stomach.

"You'll be okay Ravyn." He smiled at her, it was a smile that someone would get from a friend, kind, caring, and worried.

"I'm going to…" Ravyn started to say as she dozed off, but then she heard them. The Saints.

"Give me my fucking weapons." She growled sitting up, she was going to make them pay for what they did to her all those years ago.

"Nope, sorry, can't do that Ravyn." Romeo said forcing her to lay back down.

"Yes, you can. I need to finish my job!" She growled trying to get away from the wiry Mexican.

"Job?" One of the saints asked as he saw her, "what job?"

"The one I was given." She growled, hatred seeping into her glare at the saint.

"Oh? And what's that?" The other asked.

"To get rid of you! To get my revenge!" She snarled at him.

"Ravyn, stop moving, your going to make the bleeding worse." Romeo urged her.

"I don't give a damn about the bleeding, I've been wounded worse." She said, oddly calm.

"Ravyn, Holy fuck, Connor! We have Ravyn Black! Agent Ravyn Black!" Murphy said, oddly triumphant.

"I knew we would eventually get her." Connor smiled as he turned around, a syringe filled with a clear liquid, sending Ravyn into a panic. One thing she hated was needles.

"Ro, grab her." Murphy said as he looked at her. Small yet muscled, saying she had been in several fights and had come out the winner, her eyes wide with panic, blood covering her head and stomach, it looks like one of her throwing knives had been turned on her.

"You got it boss." Romeo said as he pushed down on her shoulders.

"No! Dammit! NO NEEDLES!" She screeched, legs flailing. She moved so much she threw Romeo off of her and did a backwards somersault, putting herself in a corner she crouched and was ready to attack, her pitch black hair around her in wild waves, her green eyes feral, all of her muscles snapped into the ready.

"Whoa, calm down. We don't plan on hurting you. That's what this is," Murphy said as he grabbed the syringe from his brother, "it's a pain killer so we can get you stitched up, so that you don't bleed to death." He growled at her.

"I can deal with the pain!" She snarled at him, "Give me the damn needle and thread and I'll do it my…what happened to my hand?" She said as she looked down at her hand which was wrapped in gauze and as she tried to move her fingers she started crying.

"Hey…calm down miss." Connor said, a gentle hand outreached.

"What the hell happened to my hand!" She cried still trying to move her fingers more then a tiny bit.

"Well, when we found you miss, you were bleeding really bad. Now we had enough gauze to get that bleeding stopped, but not enough to stop your head from bleeding nor your stomach. So my brother Murphy here gave up his good shirt so that you wouldn't bleed to death. Either we use the needle with the pain killer or we cauterize the wound with no pain killer at all." Connor said as he crouched down to look at her, a slight smile on his face meant to calm her down.

"No!" She screamed as she punched him in the nose, blood started streaming down his face as his brother started laughing.

"Con, what have we told you? Girls just don't like you!" He laughed, blue eyes filled with mirth.

"Watch your self sunshine." Ravyn growled before she started crying again, her hand, her trigger hand and punching hand was ruined, all because of some fat Slovakian who didn't get his way, "bastard." She cried harder.

"Ravyn, can…can I get you something? Water?" Romeo asked his eyes full of worries.

"I'm fine." Ravyn said as she scrubbed at the tears running down her face, as she looked at her hands she saw blood mixed with her tears.

"No your not." Murphy said as he crouched near her, inspecting her. She was one of the most stunning people he had ever seen. Her hair as black as night, down to her waist, eyes as green as grass growing in the countryside, her skin was slightly tanned like the sun kissed sands of the desert, he was sure without the blood on her face she would be much prettier.

"I am, and I swear if you touch me you'll end up the same as your brother, saint." She snarled at him causing Murphy to laugh and look at his brother who looked pissed off, understandably so considering the girl just broke his nose. Again.

"Why do you call me that?" Murphy asked, cocking his head to the side his brows furrowed.

"It's what you are. You're a saint, and you took everything I had from me! Everything!" She growled at him.

"What did we take from you? We've been gone for…" He started, noticing his brother get up with the syringe in his hand, and start making his way around, he nodded slightly at his brother knowing he was the distraction.

"Over ten years." she growled at him, her green eyes burning.

"What did we do to you that long ago?" He asked genuinely confused when he noticed his brother beside her with the syringe.

"You killed…" She trailed off when she realized Connor had stabbed her with the syringe, she started screaming.

"Romeo grab her!" Murphy yelled as he grabbed Ravyn's legs, Romeo nodded at him and grabbed her arms.

"No!" She wailed, pulling at her limbs which were being held down, images from the past she thought she had buried came up.

Cigarette smoke in her nose, mingled with cheap cologne, strong hands holding her down as she was defiled. The only thing missing from that memory was the laughter in the background.

"NO!" She screamed and started crying, her lungs burning from her escape attempts.

"Murphy hold her or else she's going to do more damage to herself. Ro, stay on her arms, I've got her head." Connor hollered over her shouts of protest as he moved around to grab her head lightly.

"Please….please let me go," She cried quietly, her voice quieting, her limbs ceasing movement.

"Finally." Murphy sighed letting go of her legs.

"We need to hurry up before she wakes up and there's hell to pay." Connor said letting go of her head noticing the tears running down her face making marks through the blood. She actually looked soft and kind, instead of hard and downright mean.

"That's true brother." Murphy said a slight smile on his face.

"So what are we doing?" Romeo asked slowly letting go of her arms, waiting to see if the girl was going to resume her fit.

"We're going to stitch her up as quickly as possible. She doesn't react well to being held down." Connor started to say when he noticed the angry look on his brothers face. "Murph? What is it?" Connor asked him, a confused look on his face.

"We have one of the top rated agents in her field, and look at how she reacts to being held down. What the hell do you think it is!" Murphy barked at his brother.

"No… not their top agent." Connor said running a hand over his face.

"Aye brother." Murphy said as he picked her up and moved her back to the bed she was on. He looked over at the other girl they brought with them, she was still asleep, hadn't moved. 'Good' He thought to himself.

Stitching up Ravyn's wounds was easy, until Murphy removed the bandages from her wrist. Her wrist had been sliced at several times, as if the Slovakian was hoping she would die very quickly. But he and his brother and Romeo had found them and killed the Slovakian's before any more damage could be done to Ravyn.