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Chapter 2: The assassin?

In the quick second of the lighting flash before he was pinned down he saw it was a woman's shape in the darkness. This woman that pinned him down he noticed was much smaller than him but she was much stronger than he was.

"Look in to my eyes, stop struggling, clam down," her voice soothed tempting him to do what this person said, to look in her eyes, even though he knew that something was wrong. His curiosity was too strong, as he looked at her, he instantly stopped struggling against his will but he would not calm down.

"Stay," she soothed again. Her voice was so kind sounding, soft, trusting, like velvet. She got up. The emerald-eyed man tried to get up or move from his current position but his body would not listen to his mind's commands. So he just lay there on the glass strewn floor flexing and straining his muscles trying desperately to move. All he could do is to manage to sit up with agonizing slowness; none of his other limbs would obey his commands though.

"I am here to kill you, some may call me an assassin, I think more of a professional bounty hunter or an employed, how you say it… agent," she said wandering to the side of his bed watching him try to sit up squatting down running her fingers along the side of his face. Britain was helpless and angry that this "person" had so much control over him that he could not move. What the fuck is she being able to have this much power he thought steaming.

"Who sent you, that idiot Spain or the git France?" he hissed his anger building.

"None of your business. If you piss me off any more bastered then I can easily put you through a worse fate than death," she sneered getting up and spinning around then walking to the wall leaning against it. When she had leaped on him, the Brit had lost his grip on his black death metal gun. It had ended up sliding under the bed just out of his immobilized reach. The gun he knew was still loaded but if only he could reach it, which is what he was trying to do, he might be able to kill this crazy bitch.

"I was employed by some dark figure, I don't know who he or she was but they had a big bounty on your head and I want it," Another flash of lighting he could see she wore tight black pants and shirt, her dark hair was tied up in a tight bun, as to not get in her way, tied up by flowing robins behind her. She took off her mask that had covered her whole face except one eye. When England saw her in that second of light she was extremely pale. She looked human but she defiantly was not. After the flash of light the thunderclap came louder than expected she flinched and England felt for an instant the control over him was lifted just for a second then came back. In that second thought the emerald-eyed pirate was able to grasp his gun but not bring it up to kill the woman. He quickly calculated in the next clap and with some distraction the pirate would be able to bring his arm up to take the shot.

"This can be quick and painless but if you struggle I can make it extremely drawn out an painful. I have many ways of torturing people," she said licking her lips, "But if you piss me off I can leave you broken and begging for death, not letting you have the serenity of it. Mind you if this happens than it might not effect you for quite some time but you will soon find you will not forget this encounter, and let a curse that I can inflict upon you build and torture you and the ones you hold dear." She walked toward the candlelight he could see it was defiantly was a woman with something on or in her left eye. He could now see her eyes clearly.

One was normal deep blue violet color with some streaking of gold or yellow. But the eye that was covered by the mask before now shown. He shuttered; it was completely black except for some white where the color would be in the eye. Her face was white with dark blood red lips. She was beautiful in every way, it looked like her face was sculpted by perfection, and it was a shame that I'm was going to have to kill her the Brit through. As she walked back to the spot right in front and above of the pirate another flash of lighting and a loud thunder crash sounded. She flinched again, a big mistake, now was the time.

Like the lightning The Brit's arm and his body rose from the ground in one swift motion with the gun pointed right under her chin. But did not have enough time to pull the damn trigger, he froze again.