Disclaimer: I don't own any of the rights to the Fifth Element.

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Thomas Merridew sighed heavily and splashed cold water onto his face. He looked in the mirror in front of the sink. A tired man of 34 stared back at him. His hair was red and starting to bald at the back. His face was pale and looked older than it should. He stood at medium height and was rather thin and scrawny. Thomas fingered the tie around his neck and sighed again.

Back to work, back to boredom.

He exited the office bathroom, feeling worse than ever. He walked back, amongst the multiple computer terminals and their occupants. Other office people that looked much more healthy and happy than he did. Thomas ignored them as he plodded on.

He worked in a sub company of the Zorg Corporation. They did mostly long legal paperwork reports that no one else wanted to do. Same thing day in and day out. Being in the job ever since leaving school at 16, Thomas felt trapped. He used to feel happy with his job, when he had a happy family waiting at home for him. Now he didn't.

Thomas reached his own computer and sat heavily in the seat. None of the people around him looked up. Thomas glanced around him and felt stifled. The grey walls, the lack of light, the crowded computers. It seemed everything was from centuries ago, and the company constantly overlooked this department when redecorating. Watching the constant flow of things, Thomas felt he would rather die. Then an idea sparked in his head. Why not die?

For months he had been living like this, in depression. Why shouldn't he just end it all? The more Thomas thought about it, the more it seemed and option.

Getting up from his terminal again, Thomas packed up his briefcase. He then made his way to the elevator and pressed the top button. When he got out at the top he was greeted with a stunning view of New York City. The building he was on was very high, but was still dwarfed by other buildings around which had their tops in the clouds. Thomas was buffed with cold winds as he made his way towards the edge. He climbed over the safety barrier and hung onto the side. He was now standing on the outer rim of the skyscraper. The edge only giving him enough room for half his feet, his toes poked over the side. He carefully leaned forwards and the wind took his breath away. So far down was the building that it grew very distant before reaching the smog on the ground. He saw tiny dots moving around, which were cars and such. Up where he was there wasn't nobody enjoying the view because it was too cold and the air too thin. He gripped, white knuckled, onto the barrier. He lifted one foot over the empty space, to see how it would feel. The wind took his led and pulled. Thomas quickly placed his foot back on the edge and wiped the cold swear on is brow. Now or never.

He leaned dangerously over the edge, the wind picked up. He was going to let go…

When his phone rung.

Once he had gotten over his surprise he fumbled in his pocket and pressed his mobile to his ear. He was greeted with a raspy deep voice, which made him shudder.

"Thomas Merridew"

This was not a question, but a statement that whoever was on the other side of the phone knew who he was. Thomas plucked up some courage even though he was shaking.

"Who is this? How do you know my name?"

The voice came out of his phone was the same tone.

"I can see you, I am everywhere"

Thomas's eyes darted around and a new sheet of sweat was on his brow.

"I have an important job for you" the voice continued.

"What?" stammered Thomas. The one word the voice said made Thomas cold to his bone.

"Revenge"

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Rakat Dell drowned the dregs of the glass and put it back on the bar. The auto-tender rolled over.

"You want some more?" it asked in an automated voice. Rakat nodded, and liquid was sprayed into her glass. The bar around her was loud with music and voices. It was damp and dark, but that didn't stop the scum of Fhloston Paradise to stop drinking. A holographic band played in one corner while a group of tough Space Jocks payed a game of cues. The red light district girls were hanging off the arms of their men.

Rakat grimaced at the first swallow of her drink, the bitter taste wasn't enjoyable but it made her warm.

Two days ago it had been. Rakat had dropped off Zorg at the repair dock. He had proudly walked off, carrying his gun under his arm.

Didn't even give a bit of money, Rakat thought to herself with a smirk. But she was glad to be rid of him.

She had worked the other day on her ship. Trading objects for the parts of her ship that were missing. Her singlet even more oil splattered than before. Her presence in Fhloston hadn't gone unnoticed either. Most of the bounty hunters that were floating around had made up excuse to visit the docking yard.

She had just scowled at people she saw and kept working.

A big shock came early in the afternoon, when the sun was making long shadows. She was on her back under the ship; she had just connected two oil cables resulting in most of her shirt ad hair getting soaked in old ship oil. She spied a pair of shiny brown boots close to where her own legs were sticking out from under the ship.

"Go away," she said in her rough voice. She quickly welded the connection, and realising the person hadn't moved, quickly rolled from under the ship.

"Listen buddy, I said..." she stopped short. In front of her was a very handsome man. He had dark brown hair that was slicked back. He had a tan coat over his arm and was wearing a white shirt and brown pants, and of course the brown boots. Rakat's eyes narrowed.

"Jacob Skyline"

Jacob gave Rakat a large smile that would have sent any woman in a swoon. Rakat's own mouth was set hard.

"Rakat Dell, I haven't seen you since…"

"Since you left me for dead on a moon," Rakat finished him off. Rakat quickly pulled out a pistol from her belt. Jacob's smile didn't lessen.

His was the type of smile to look dazzling, but if analysed it would be a type of smirk.

"Ah yes, you're as fast as ever. I've been curious of how you got out of that situation"

Rakat gestured with her gun to a dotted tattoo her amongst the others on her arm.

"The law picked me up, which you probably planned".

Jacob had a mock look of hurt on his face.

"I can't believe you'd think of me like that, Rakat. Actually, I just came by now because I heard you were alive. I wanted to show you there are not hard feelings, on my part anyways".

Rakat snorted.

"After all you've done? Tell me right now why I shouldn't kill you?"

"I owe you money," Jacob said, giving Rakat a cool smile again.

"Oh yeah, there was that," Rakat agreed, she put her gun back in her holster.

"Actually Rakat, as you can see I've come into a bit of money recently," Jacob explained.

"That would explain why you're talking all high and mighty, and wearing shiny boots," Rakat said. Jacob just smiled and took a card from his pocket.

"This is where I live now; I won a small moon in a bet. I owe you a favour, so call it in anytime."

"Gee, thanks," Rakat said, rolling her eyes. She slipped the car into her back pocket. Silence followed her remark. Rakat raised her eyes and found Jacob looking at her with misty eyes.

"I've never forgotten you, Rakat," he said slowly. Rakat swallowed the lump in her throat.

"You best be leaving, Jacob, before I hurt you," Rakat stalked off behind her ship to seem busy while covering her red face. When she thought it safe, she glanced over and saw the tall handsome man was gone, and only a set of his footprints remained in the dusty ground.

Rakat had finished another drink before she knew it. The auto-tender had filled her glass again without her noticing. She rubbed her temples and realised the alcohol was taking effect.

Near the entrance, close to the cue tables, there was loud shouting.

"No, mate, you ain't aloud in," came the cry of the bouncer. A few gang members rose from the cue tables and stood in front of the man who hurried in.

"Didn't you hear the good man outside?" growled the beefiest man.

"I've come to see Rakat Dell!" came a familiar drawl.

Rakat took a better look, and saw Zorg amongst the large men. He was trying to get through. She saw that there was no way he was going to get to her. Slowly she made her way over, the alcohol making her a little dizzy. She tapped the beefy man on the shoulder.

"Oi mate, he said he wanted to talk to me, let him through". The man blinked at her and let out a large laugh which was accompanied with a whiff of bad breath.

"You ain't no famous bounty hunter, you is a little girl," he said pushing her backwards.

Rakat regained her footing, her fists clenched. She grabbed the mans shoulder and wheeled him around, and made a heavy punch to his jaw which made him falter backwards and fall onto a chair.

"Let him through," she said again. The rest of the gang members shrank back, while they let Zorg through. He followed Rakat back to the bar, where she took another drink.

"Thank god I found you, Rakat. I need you're help again,"

Rakat rubbed her knuckles.

It seemed everyone needed her help these days.

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Sorry bout the whole suicide thing, I just needed a character that had nothing to live for… So yeah, something along those lines. Sorry if I upsetted any of yous. Thanks for all your reviews!