Chapter 7
Sona
The address she arrived at had police tape draped across every opening, fire scars clearly visible. So she stepped inside, ash clinging to her bare feet. The darkness was suddenly gone, replaced with an unnatural glow. In the center of the space stood a woman with black hair, and a red dress. Her soft smile seemed inviting, but at the same time it was impish as if she meant to destroy the world. Then she spoke her voice: soft, sweet, but menacing. Who ever this was she was deadly, more then she appeared.
"Hello my darling, I have been looking for you for so long."
"How much I am making?" Asked Sona in usual fashion, money always came first.
"Oh, right to business then? Well, I am Cinder, and Sona you will be making not a lien under all the money in this pitiful world!" She spoke with some grandeur.
"Ah, plans of world domination? As if!" Sona could barely contain her laughter.
"Don't believe me?" Cinder said in her deadly voice.
"I have been fooled before, never even saw a cent." Sona said
"Well consider this forward pay," as she spoke a briefcase showed itself on the floor, and Cinder was gone. Sona pried open the case and found it stuffed with bundles of cash. She heard commotion outside, so she grabbed the case. Before she could leave the click of a gun sounded, and someone shouted, "GET ON THE GROUND!" He had barely finished the last word when a tendril of ribbon lashed out. It smashed through the man's sternum and came out his back clutching his still beating heart. She bent down and snapped a picture with the man's scroll. A selfie of herself smiling, blood splattered gently across her face.
An hour passed, the man's blood crawled through the ash, and ten officers stood around the corpse looking on in disgust and the scroll laying on the man's chest.
By this time Sona had made it to the market, and not just any market, the black market. However, even in the joy of illegal goods she couldn't get her mind off his face, stiff in shock. She didn't know what she was feeling, but she shook it off. She paroozed the stalls and found a interesting set of weapons. A long lance, a bow staff (Literally), a spear, and two long swords with triggers. She did enjoy looking at weapons, but had business to deal with. She bought a deep hooded cloak from some stall or another and threw it on. In this manner she stalked around the market. Hours passed before she finally caught a glimpse of who she wanted, and shoved her way through the crowd towards him. She tapped him on the back.
Cerin
He said almost by instinct, "Shoo…" before he turned to see Sona pulling down her hood. "Ah," he said as a briefcase was shoved into his hand, and with a few quick words and a kiss on the cheek she was gone. He was shocked at the kiss, but the rest seemed standard. As she had always fancied him, he found himself at the receiving end of copious amount of gifts. Amber peered out from his cloak frowning at the gesture, as she had just attempted to slap Sona. He shrugged it off and turned around handing the case to a "doctor," this is for whatever you can do.
Enjoy!
