A/N: In this story Santana is an assassin seeking revenge but things change over time. Though this is rated M there isn't very much smut and also this is a g!p story so if that isn't something you're into I encourage you to stop reading right now. This story also isn't very long but I hope it is good and you guys enjoy it.
Ever hear the expression Life's a bitch then you die? Well at the ripe old age of 21, I've realized how true that statement is. My life's story...is a complicated one. It's one of those stories where you take pity on the one who experienced but fuck pity and fuck you. I don't need anyone's pity and I'm not going to take it from anybody. My past does not define me but right now, it is a big part of my life.
When I was 11 my parents were killed right in front of me. I grew up Puerto Rico but I have no accent because it faded until it completely disappeared after I moved to the southern California to live with my Tio Rico. The day my parents died was just another ordinary day. My mami and I were cooking in our kitchen and dancing to the music flowing from the speakers of the radio. My papi came in and danced with us and we all laughed because he had no rhythm but it never stopped him from dancing. When the song came to an end, the first shot rung out.
I remember it was exactly four shots. Four shots had been fired the day my parents were murdered. When the first one rang out it hit the radio and it shattered into pieces as it hit the hard wood floor. I felt the vibration of it hitting the ground and I watched as it bounced slightly before it stilled. I felt someone pulling my arm and when I looked I saw it was my father. I'll never forget the panicked look on his face . He rushed me up the stairs and my mother followed quickly behind us. He pulled me into their bedroom and after closing the door behind my mother and locking it, my father pushed their bed almost completely across the room. He lifted a floor board and pulled out AK47 rifle. It's long body intrigued me since it was the first time I'd ever been this close to a gun. My father loaded it then took off the safety and looked at me. Though I could still see the fear in his eyes, he smiled at me then took slow meaningful steps towards me.
"Santana." He said and the way he said it brought tears to my eyes. The way he said it...I knew it was a goodbye. He knelt down to me and put his hand on my shoulder.
"My beautiful baby girl. Listen closely okay?" He said and I nodded my head and glanced at my mother who was behind him speaking quietly on the phone.
"Your mother and I love you more than anything in this world. We know you're going to grow up to be a beautiful, intelligent woman and you will make us proud." He went in his pocket then pulled out a necklace, well actually a locket. He sat his gun down and put the necklace around my neck.
"Whenever you're scared or need you mami and papi, you look at this and keep it close to your heart, Your mother and I will always be with you mija." He then kissed my head and stood on his feet. My mother rushed over to me and pulled me into a bone crushing hug then kissed my cheek.
"We love you mija." She said and I felt my tears finally fall. I couldn't speak in that moment but now I wish I could. I wish I could have told them how much I loved them one last time. We heard footsteps and my father grabbed my shoulder and lead me to the closet.
"Santana no matter what you hear or what happens, you stay in here and you stay quiet and your Tio gets here. You understand?" He tells me and I nod. I hug him tightly and let my tears fall onto his shirt and he kissed my head before pushing me back. I walked into the closet and he shut the door. He knew I could see him through the vents in the door so he put his finger up to his lips telling me to be quiet. I silently cried and I wanted to scream out and warn them when I saw a black figure emerge from under the bed.
There was a man as tall as my father so about 6'3. He had a muscular build and he looked as old as my parents, maybe in his early 30's. He had shaggy blonde hair and a full beard. He had a single scar above his right eyebrow and a thin long scar along the arm that's around my mothers neck. My father shot at him when he heard my mom yelp but he missed. The next shot was from the man and he hit my father in the stomach. My dad dropped his gun and then the man put the barrel to his pistol up to my mothers temple and pulled the trigger. As her body goes limp he drops her to the floor then shots my father in the head. I wiped my tears and that was the first time I'd ever felt hate. He put his gun in a holster on his hip then went in his pocket and pulled out a piece of butterscotch. He unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth then threw the wrapper on my fathers lifeless corpse. He glanced at the closet and I looked into deep green eyes with a fire burning in my chest. I wanted to kill him right then. He pulled out another piece of candy and sat it down on the bed before he left.
That was the day my childhood died. I became a woman that day and started my journey of becoming one the best assassins out. Once my Tio came I told him I wanted to kill and he told me that I would learn. My parents told me why my parents were killed. They were involved in a drug ring but when my mom got pregnant with me they fled. No one liked that decision and they had been on the run since I was born. They thought that after 11 years they were safe but apparently they were proved wrong.
I got my Tio to tell me everyone who was involved in that ring and by the time I was 17 I had killed all seven people. My Tio sent me to a friend of his to learn how to be smart about my killings. I trained with him for almost three years before my first kill. He showed me how to make fake aliases, track people, cover my tracks and always be prepared for anything. He's a good man and I consider him a part of my family. His name is Leroy Berry and I call him Tio too because he and his family took me in as their own. My other Tio, his husband, helped me with a lot of my fighting and I remember our first day together. I was 12 and I thought I could kick his ass because he was old and little but he showed me I was wrong. He told me I fought from anger and had no real technique so he showed me how to fight skillfully and strategically.
Their daughter Rachel is my best friend. We're the same age and Rachel is...she's something special. We work together, side by side a lot of the time but some times we kill alone. Rachel's reason for killing is that she believes we're doing society a justice. Getting rid of the bad guys but in reality we are bad guys killing bad guys and working for bad guys but I let her believe what she wants. My reason is revenge and money. I first started for my own reasons but then people heard about me and wanted to hire me and were willing to pay quite a bit so my fee is very expensive. I charge one hundred grand standard and they have to pay for my hotel and travel expenses. Hell if you want the best, it doesn't come cheap. I've been on a break from taking jobs now to focus on my last personal target.
Russell Fabray. The mother fucker that killed my parents. It's taken me years to get his real name because he's had so many different aliases but now that I have a name, I will find him it's just been taking some time. He's an assassin so he's smart enough to figure out how to not be easily found. Rachel convinced me to take a break today though and hang out with her and Puck at her house, though we always do this. After New years we basically spend the entire week over someone's house to bring in the new year. I'm sprawled out on the couch, Puck is on the computer in the dinning room and Rachel is in the kitchen.
"Would you hurry the hell up Berry?!" I say and Rachel peaks her head around the corner and narrows her eyes at me.
"I can't rush the popcorn." She says.
"Fuck the popcorn, I'm ready to watch the movie." I say and she rolls her eyes.
"Just shut up and be patient. Text one of those sluts you talk to." Rachel says as she goes back in the kitchen.
"And why would I do that?" I ask as I get up from the couch. I walk into the kitchen and see Rachel leaning against the counter.
"What'd you say?" She asks.
"I said why would I? I only talk to them when I want to fuck. I have you for that." I say and Rachel rolls her eyes. I walk over to her and lean on the counter next to her.
Rachel and I are friends with benefits I guess but not really. We only really have sex some times. We tried dating a few years ago but she told me I was too emotionally detached so I don't blame her for ending it. I think she's right because I've never been in love before but then again, I've never tried. I hook up and that's that and I don't even do that very often. I don't have time for relationships and peoples feelings and blah, blah, blah. I'll gladly use my hand but sometimes I need to feel someone else.
"Who said I'd have sex with you?" She asks and I roll my eyes.
"You would and we both know that but I'm not horny. Maybe later." She shakes her head and I smirk. The microwave dings and Rachel goes to get the popcorn.
"I have the best news you're ever going to hear in your fucking life. I mean when you hear this you're going to be so happy you're gonna want to fuck me." Puck says as he walks into the kitchen.
"You could tell me you could bring my parents back and I wouldn't want to fuck you. What the hell are you talking about?" I ask.
"I found Russell." I look at him for the first time since he came in the kitchen.
"What?" Rachel asks.
"I found the fucker. He's in Lima, Ohio." Lima Ohio? Puck leaves the kitchen and I follow him. We walk into the dinning room and he shows me a map on the computer.
"How'd you find this?" I ask but I don't listen to the answer. My ears are ringing and my body is buzzing with excitement. I finally found him.
"H...Dude!" I say and punch Puck in the arm then hug him.
"I knew you'd come in handy one fucking day!" I say and he rolls his eyes. Puck is a friend from high school. We met him in freshman year and sort of just bonded. Rachel was the over achiever, I was on the swim team, I played basketball and was a cheerleader for a little while. Puck was a football player and together we fucking ran that school. Some loved us, some feared us but most of all, they all respected us. When Puck found out what we did, he surprisingly didn't really want to be in on it but he did want to help me find Russel because he knew what it means to me.
"You're welcome ass, now what are you going to do about it?" He asks.
"I'm heading to Lima."