This is slightly based on the movie Mr. Right, so there might be some similarities. I wanted an assassin Lena, so why not? Enjoy!
A girl was walking leisurely towards a tall building and stopped in front of the staircase, she took a moment to admire the golden letters of the name of the hotel as it sparkled in the sunlight.
"The Millennium Hotel, well this is the place." she murmured to herself and proceeded to enter the automatic doors.
As she passed by the lobby she saw a bellhop follow her movements, more specifically her rear end. She just smiled to herself, she must admit that she looked mighty fine today. Pressing the number 40 on the elevator the girl started humming to the elevator music trying to make up lyrics that can accompany the tune to pass the time as the elevator ascended. Finally the familiar ding arrived as the elevator doors opened in the 40th floor. She continued whistling the elevator music as she passed by the rooms, looking for the number 418.
"There it is." she said as she finally found it, but before she knocked she grabbed a pair of Ray bans from her back pocket and put them on.
After a few moments of knocking, the door was pulled open; revealing a blonde woman in her late 40's dressed in an elegant red dress. Her eyes were instantly narrowed in suspicion as she regarded the girl standing in front of her doorway.
She couldn't blame the woman, she looked really out of place in this fancy hotel with her leather pants, combat boots and tattered band shirt, but the girl only smirked at her knowingly. "Hey, you're Mrs. Featherstone?"
The woman—Mrs. Featherstone's icy blue eyes regarded her carefully, "Yes, who are you?"
The girl just pushed her lips upwards in a faux smile, "Well, a certain someone, who is standing in front of me—called my phone last week, said she needed her husband killed so that she can inherit his million dollar company. Is it ringing any bells?"
The woman's narrowed eyes widened in recognition. "Oh, you're her? I never expected you to be so… young." She exclaimed. Her suspicious stance now was at ease, she almost looked excited seeing the girl now.
Too bad she's into a very rude awakening. The girl thought.
"Well, I'm full of surprises." The girl drawled, "Anyways, you're probably wondering why I'm here and not in New Hampshire killing your husband…"
The woman looked warily out the hall, left and right, scared of people overhearing. "Come inside." She instructed the girl and tried to turn back and return to her suite but the girl stopped her, gripping her arm.
"Before you do that Mrs. Featherstone, didn't anyone tell you that murder is wrong?" she asked her with a fake pout on her face, and before Mrs. Featherstone could utter a reply the girl snatched a silver dagger from her back pocket and shoved it to Mrs. Featherstone's slim neck. The woman coughed and sputtered a few times, blood pouring out of her mouth and then crumpled on the plush carpet of her suite with a quiet thud.
The girl shook her head amusedly as she pulled the blade out of the now dead woman's neck and wiped the blood off with the woman's red dress.
"At least the stain won't show on your pretty little dress." she said while standing up, pushing off her sunglasses to her head.
The girl continued whistling again as she got back to the elevator and passed by the bellhop with the wandering eyes, a swing in her step as she walked away.
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When she approached her car she started to feel a presence behind her, she sighed at the annoying delay to her day.
"Listen boys, I don't care who sent you, I just really want to go home and sleep because I have a nasty headache. Now, if you would be so kind and scurry off, I'll kill you some other time."
She doesn't know whether they were deaf or just plain stupid but they didn't reply nor followed her request, instead she felt the cold barrel of a gun touch the back of her head.
"Well, if you insist." she sighed.
Her hand quickly pushed the gun away from her head and fired off three quick shots to the dark clad man behind her, the others didn't get a chance to run or blink either before she busted their brains out. Oh, well.
"See? I told you so, I warned you, but did you listen? Nooo, so now you're all dead." she chided the dead bodies of the five burly men. Their faces were a mask of horror and surprise when they died. But before she can get grasp the handle of her car door, another voice stopped her, followed by the sound of cars and sirens. This is getting real annoying.
"Police! Put your hands above your head where I can see them."
Men dressed in dark blue suits got off police cars, their guns pointing at her. She just stood there, hip cocked, looking unimpressed.
"Really? You really wanna play now?" she replied with a small chuckle.
"Freeze!" the policeman shouted, his face was red and a vein in his forehead is throbbing unattractively. The girl just raised her eyebrow and pulled down her sunglasses from her head, putting them back on her face.
"Is all that shouting really necessary? You're making my headache worse." She put her hands on her hips.
"I said freeze! Freeze or I'll shoot!" the man shouted again. She rolled my eyes, though they can't see them.
"Fine, let's play. Hopefully I can go home after this." And before they can even blink, the girl was running past them, cutting off the throats of the three men in front with her blade, giving extra force in stabbing the noisy one. That's for making her headache worse, jerk.
Bullets started flying everywhere but the girl managed to dodge all of them, much to the policemen's anger.
"I can't fucking hit her! It's like she's fucking dancing away from the damn bullets!" one shouted in panic as he continued firing off his gun.
The girl laughed mockingly at them as she sliced open another guy's throat and grabbing his gun before he fell down. And with a smirk she fired off bullet after bullet hitting their stressed out heads. A few moments they were all on the ground, dead.
She calmly brushed off her leather pants and pocketed her scissors. Finally, she was able to go in her car, turning on the radio, she sped off the highway.
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"Is that her? But she's just a girl!"
"Did you fucking see what she did to those guys? She killed them with a fucking amused smile on her face, like she's just watching a funny movie! She's not just a girl."
"Yeah man, that's fucking terrifying. Who is she?"
"The guys back home call her Shade, I think it's 'cause she always wear those sunglasses so you can't see her eyes when she kills you. There's a rumor that her eyes are like the fiery pits of hell. She ran away three years ago, she's the best killer the association had; she was personally mentored by the Boss. So the Boss wants her back."
"Fucking shit. How do we even catch her?"
"Just stick to the plan."
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He's late. Again.
Kara had been sitting in her boyfriend's apartment for over three hours now, the surprise dinner she planned for them is now cold, her carefully picked out outfit was now wrinkled from lying down on the sofa and any make up she wore was now smudged. She sighed disappointedly her wasted efforts.
Maybe he got stuck in traffic, or maybe he tripped and broke his leg so he can't walk that's why he's late. A few minutes passed by and the scenarios her brain conjured got more and more farfetched. She was practically convinced that he was kidnapped by secret spy ninjas when the door slammed open, revealing Mike—with a girl attached to his mouth.
Kara sat there, mouth agape as the pair continued fervently making out against the door but when she saw him about to unbutton the girl's blouse she had to intervene and announce her presence, never mind that she was cheated on, she doesn't want to be scarred by the images of his boyfriend (or is it ex?) screwing another girl right in front of her.
"Ehem, guys?" she cleared her throat and thankfully they heard her and immediately detached themselves from each other's mouths.
Their eyes were wide in a deer-caught-in-headlights expression, Mike then pushed the girl away who fell down on the carpeted floor and he approached me slowly, "Kara, baby, this is not what it looks like."
She looked at him puzzled, trying to figure out if he's really serious. She had to suppress the urge to roll her eyes at his messed up hair, rumpled clothes and lipstick all over his face. So she stood up and motioned to the sofa, "Really, now? Then explain."
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"It's like you're not even trying y'know? This relationship is just so…boring. We're like twenty-three and you're acting like we're eighty or something. I need excitement, this relationship needs excitement, don't you get me?" He looks at Kara pleadingly and she doesn't know whether to laugh or slap him for his stupid reasons so she just stared at him thinking how she ever put up with this idiot for six whole months.
He must have thought Kara's silence was an agreement because he clapped his hands and leaned forward in anticipation, "So here's what I think, you, me and Eve—" the blonde sitting next to Kara waved happily at her and she waved back weakly, "—in a threesome."
Wait, what?
"Wait, what?" Kara sputtered in disbelief, just as she thought he couldn't get any stupider, he completely surprised her.
"Yeah! This could be it, our gateway to excitement! Don't you think so?" Mike exclaimed and Eve nodded along enthusiastically, then she started running her hand over Kara's thigh…
"Oookaaay. That's enough of that." Kara interrupted and she gripped Eve's wandering hand and lightly pushed it back.
"Nice manicure." She commented with an awkward smile and stood up. "Sooo, I'm just gonna go now and pretend that this is just some fever dream, you guys go have fun. I'll just go now, yeah."
She slowly approached the door while listening to Mike whine, "Okay, fine. Have it your way Kara, stay being such a fun sponge and overall prude! This is what I'm talking about, you lack excitement!"
Kara suddenly stopped walking and grabbed the ugly antique vase that he loved so much from the side table; she then hurled it at his face. The vase exploded with a crash and he slumped back on the floor, unconscious.
"Bye, Eve! Tell Mike we're over and I hated that stupid vase." Kara yelled as the door closed, the blonde waved goodbye unconcerned for my out cold ex.
She's a nice girl, pretty too. Kara thought as she down the porch steps.
Should I continue? Did you like it? Love it? Hate it? Should I just forget this and throw it with the rest of my unfinished ideas, hopes and dreams? Let me know!