Along for the ride

by Princess Emeralds

I know I'm not a good person. I'm a bit of a transformers fan and I'm also an assassin. So it's not good when military men start knocking at my door at 1:00AM demanding that I need to go with all started with that stupid time machine, I knew it was trouble. Life likes to throw things at me but nothing like this. I guess I just got to tag along on the ride.T cuz I'm paranoid

21. Wolf in sheeps clothing

This chapter is a major long chapter. I wasn't sure whether to break it into 2 chapters but the first half of this chapter is quite dull that I didn't want to make it a completely dull chapter. The second half of this chapter picks up. Let me know what you think. Tell me if in future, you would like one long chapter or 2 smaller ones. If you don't like long chapters then I suggest that you read it in parts rather than binge reading it. Thank you to Jazzilynn Hall for editing.

Thank you to my followers and those who favourite me and my story. Keep the reviews coming because they really bring me joy and it makes my heart want to burst.

Thank to my reviewers: angel9507, Dicome, Guest Dicome, Lady Stesonora, guest Sarah, guest YASPRIME, Tracytron 54321

Guest reviewers:

Dicome: ... i love read this book every time im free... is hardcored

Me: I'm glad you love it :D I really appreciate it.

Sarah: I'd poison him so he'd die in his cell slowly :3c

Me: Haha! I'm sure Shadow would approve.

YASPRIME: i loved it all! more of her keeping her past a secret would be nice!

Me: Shadow still has secrets but admittedly a lot of them have come out now with her father and all. But don't worry there's still things she's hiding. I'm glad you loved it! :D

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Chapter 21

I've stood at the back wall for the past hour, keeping my ears on Despiadado. I keep my eyes half open, trying to maintain a casual appearance but I'm really on full alert. I watch him like a hawk. Watching every movement, every breath, every twitch. Anything that tells me, he's planning or about to execute something. Lennox and a few others add extra cameras in the room as well as two screens and one computer to work on. Despiadado watches the installation of the extra cameras vigilantly despite his casual demeanour. Both of us are using the same tactic…. maintaining a casual, relaxed appearance but we're really paying close attention to what we need to. His interest is currently on the cameras and computer equipment. I would of thought his interest would be on the people installing the equipment.

What is he plotting?

The rest of Autobots are gone except for Ironhide who stayed behind for Lennox. Prime is a busy bot and so are the rest of the Autobots, they can't just stay here while I hack. They have more important things to do. Lennox just wants to personally oversee all of the security measures and Ironhide is keeping a close eye on Despiadado while he's here.

"This computer won't turn on," complains one of the technicians.

There!

Despiadado pick pockets the man closes to him and he moves his hand back holding the small object. I don't know what he took since all I can see is his fist but I grip his wrist firmly. His arm stops and he looks right in my eyes. I don't say anything as I stare him down unflinchingly. Everyone turns noticing my quick actions and he room tenses as if waiting for a battle to break out. Knowing he's been caught red handed, he drops the item on the floor, keeping his eyes on me relentlessly. It's a small head of a screwdriver. I let his wrist go and step to the side back to the wall. He flexes his fingers after the release of my firm grip, keeping his calculating eyes on me. The technician who he stole off picks up the screwed quickly, the other hand checking his pocket for his missing screw head.

"What is it?" questions Lennox.

"A screw head sir," answers the technician immediately.

"And how did he get that?" asks Lennox with a frown.

"H-he must of pick pocketed it off me sir," admits the technician nervously.

Lennox sighs frustrated, disappointed with this team.

"Come on everyone. This is basic stuff. Don't bring anything sharp in, even if its small unless its necessary. Then in that case it must be in a secure place. A pocket is not a secure place," scolds Lennox annoyed.

Despiadado smirks amusingly at the others being told off. I can't fault Lennox. I have half a mind to yell at them all myself for their incompetence. But instead, I stay silent and blank. I can't afford to show my emotion. Empty. It's only my father and those associated with my father who can bring out emotion in me. That emotion being mostly rage.

"And you…" starts Lennox turning on Despiadado who raises his handcuffed hands in a gesture of defence.

"Hey…. can you really blame me?" ask Despiadado, acting like its not his fault.

"Yes, I can. Keep your hands to yourself," orders Lennox firmly.

"Is that what you tell the kids at home? It's a very parent thing to say," baits Despiadado.

Lennox and Ironhide stiffen up but other than a frown, Lennox and Ironhide ignore him. Good… They're learning. They bother restraining themselves which is good but the problem so far is that its clear that they are restraining themselves. There need to show no emotion, not less.

"Hey, what about you? Any little monsters running around?" questions Despiadado curiously turning his head to me.

I don't give a reaction much to his disappointment, neither verbal or physical reaction. One might of thought that I were deaf, since I give no indication of listening.

"Is it ready yet?" questions Lennox trying to change the subject and getting the attention off of me.

"Nearly, I just need to-There! Ready! They just need to insert the USB in. The two screens are linked so they should allow both users to work together on the same thing. Sir, I would really love the chance to have a go rather than this… this…." starts the technician before he turns and gestures towards Despiadado who smirks and waves as the technician waves at him before he continues, "… Criminal."

"It took you that long to think up the work criminal? Your brain is too slow for the genius that I've created," mocks Despiadado offhandedly.

The man opens his mouth to protest but Lennox speaks first.

"We've spoke about this. Permission denied," states Lennox without a second thought.

The technician frowns while Despiadado looks smug.

"See? I told you, tiny mind," insults Despiadado arrogantly, tapping his head with his finger.

The technician's face goes red with anger.

Yeah… he definitely wouldn't be able to deal with this mission. Not just intellectually but emotionally. The technician once again opens his mouth but he's denied.

"Okay if everything is set up then everyone out," orders Lennox.

I stay where I am, knowing he's not talking about me as everyone else leaves.

Ironhide and Lennox stay, their full attention on Despiadado.

"There are guards outside this door. They can see through the cameras. One wrong move and it's over. You are back to your boring old cell," warns Lennox.

"So you say but the only person who can do this is a Despiadado. No one else will even understand. No one else will even understand. No one else is capable. It's why you came back here. You need me," brags Despiadado smugly, so certain.

He's not one to underestimate and in his mind, he's not underestimating at all. After all in this world he didn't teach anyone the Despiadado code.

"What I just said still stands. You're not that important," states Lennox confidently, a little smug himself.

Despiadado smirk drops as he see's that Lennox is serious. I resist smirking myself when I see Despiadado's smirk drop. It's about time someone knocks it off.

"Is that all?" asks Despiadado his tone with a hint of danger, since he wants Lennox out of his space.

"One last thing, if you touch her…." threats Lennox serious.

His eyes are unflinching as his face is close to Despiadado's, showing that whatever the unsaid threat is….. it's serious and he means it. He has a lot of guts to stand up to Despiadado but I resist the urge to frown. Lennox's eyes flickers to mine behind Despiadado and he can see that I'm not happy. Lennox shouldn't of said that. It makes me look like I have a weakness to exploit. All he had to do is not say anything and leave but instead he's making it clear that he doesn't want me harmed in anyway. I could be used as leverage quite easily. All he has to do is put a weapon to my neck and make demands. Fortunately, that would never work. I would never put myself in that position in the first place. Besides, I would prefer them to disregard me and shoot Despiadado. They probably would anyway. It's only logical. I would shoot even if Despiadado had a hostage. It's only one life to kill a murder of millions. Lennox takes a step back from Despiadado, his eyes moving away from me.

"You mean I can't break my new toy?" asks Despiadado trying to get a reaction.

I put my whole attention on Lennox and off Despiadado so Lennox will have the urge to look my way. It works and Lennox looks my way. I can see that he's angry and he wants to respond but I shake my head. So instead Lennox walks away from Despiadado much to Despiadado's disappointment. Lennox walks to the door near me and stops to look at me. Most of my attention is on Despiadado but a little of it goes to Lennox as he stops at the door. He looks at me conflicted. I can see it. He wants to ask one more time if I want to back out. Right before i send a warning glare to warn him about asking the question his face turns neutral and he leaves. Ironhide is next to leave. He stops in front of Despiadado and he clicks his knuckles.

"One chance," states Ironhide before he walks past Despiadado.

Ironhide too stops by me. He's got slight conflict shining through his eyes but he doesn't hesitate. He nods me and I nod back. Then Ironhide leaves. I'm glad neither of them asked if I want to back out. Its shows they respect me and my decision. The door shuts loudly reminding me that I'm alone with him again. I move away from the wall and walk towards the laptops. I am careful of my pace, the smallest thing can show fear or doubt. Dangerous weapons.

"The USB," I state.

"I don't have it. I'm not allowed to bring anything in the prison,'" denies Despiadado lying.

"The USB," I state again in the same tone.

I'm not going to fall for such a simple lie. He's either brides someone to let him keep it on his person or he's got it in his body somewhere and I'm going to have to cut it out. I'm hoping for the cutting so I can inflict pain but I don't trust myself not to kill him. Despiadado puts his hand in his prison top and pull the USB out of an inside pocket.

"I see there's no point in lying to you. You're smarter than the idiots out there. But you're not smart enough to crack this code I'm afraid. That is such a shame because it seemed like it were going to be fun to break you," replies Despiadado trying to scare me.

It of course fails.

"Start it up," I order sitting down on the chair.

He sits down slightly disappointed and starts it up. I see the code pop up on both screens.

"The code is in my own language that I created. It's unique. You won't be able to break down the firewalls…." Despiadado trails off as he see's me begin to decode and break down the first firewall and the second and the third.

He leans forward in his chair with great interest, his eyes narrowing with suspicion and curiosity.

"Now….. How did you do that?" questions Despiadado in awe and curiosity.

I stay silent and focus on the code.

"It's a code and language I created myself. So how do you know it? Have you been spying on me?" questions Despiadado keeping his focus on me.

"If you're not going to help then go back to your cell. There's no point of you being in here unless you're breaking down firewalls," I redirect his attention.

He looks at me for a few seconds thinking deeply before turning to the computer looking at the lines and squiggles in front of him. He starts cracking the code in front of him.

"You never told me your name," comments Despiadado.

"Are you really that interested?" I ask keeping my eyes on the computer, not slowing my pace.

"Immensely," answers Despiadado seriously.

I stay silent as I type, pondering my next words. This could be dangerous.

"I want to know," insists Despiadado lowly.

A shiver goes down my spine that I hide as I feel danger.

"Megan Fox," I lie simply.

I can't make it seem like I'm hiding something or else he'll get more interested. This might satisfy him for the time being. There's no Megan Fox in this world so I'm not in any danger of him sensing an easy lie.

"Well…. Megan Fox….. this will be interesting," announces Despiadado.

—

Over the next few days I begrudgingly work with Despiadado. I work mostly in silence and he walks trying to bait me into slipping information or he'll tell me some crime he's committed in detail. He doesn't know I already know about all of his crimes in detail. That I was with him for a lot of it. That I was the ones who carries the gruesome crimes out with my very hands. I try to block out his words and focus on the task at hand. I remember the crimes and a few memories flash in mind but I feel nothing.

"…..And it squirted everywhere. My suit smelt of blood. I had to get a new one," complains Despiadado while typing. I keep my eyes on the screen appearing to ignore him but I always keep an eye on him. He frowns disappointed.

"Not even a flinch huh…." Well you must of seen a thing or two. Do you want to share with the class?" questions Despiadado trying to analyse me.

I as usual stay silent, not letting my expression move. After years of practice, I'm not even sure if I'm trying, it's my usual expression. The sound of typing fills the room as he waits for an answer that will never come.

"In that case, let me tell you another story, this one takes place in Rosemary-" starts Despiadado but thankfully there is an interruption.

The door opens and I hear footsteps.

"Get out," I order firmly.

"Aw come on, don't be like that, Fox. I like the company, you can't scare them off poppet," protests Despiadado.

"Ma'am Major Lennox wants a report," says the guard.

"Then give him one, now go," I say as I continue typing, keeping a really close on Despiadado, just in case.

"He insists he has one in person, ma'am," insists the guard taking a step forward.

Despiadado smirk widens by a fraction. I move. I stand up quickly, over to the other side of the room, pushing the guy out as I leave. The guard protests but I ignore him.

"Come back soon. I'll miss your warm personality," comments Despiadado sarcastically.

As soon as the door shuts, I growl at the guard.

"What do you think you're doing? You stay out of that room," I growl angrily as I let my mask slip.

"I'm following orders ma'am. I was told to tell you-" starts the guard but I cut off his pathetic excuse.

"If you need me, you bang the door or tell me through the door. If he gets you, I'm not saving your sorry butt and I'll keep the door close so no one else can either," I warn.

"He is one man and I wasn't even near him," retorts the man.

Did he just…. Oh I am so not impressed.

"Go guard someone else. You aren't fit for guarding this room," I demand.

"Excuse me?" asks the man shocked, his green eyes widening before he processes the information.

"Who do you think you are? You can't order that," exclaims the guard angrily.

"I just did. When I come back, you won't be here and that goes for anyone else who arrogantly underestimates that man," I reply, making my threat to everyone else clear.

The ex guard growls as the other guards look at each other warily.

"Instead of standing there looking at other, watch the criminal you're suppose to," I demand.

They immediately do so standing straighter and I make my way to Lennox. Knowing Lennox he'll be in the main reception. I walk down the empty corridors away from them…. away from him. I take a deep breath and I clench my hands as I feel them shake. I try to push thoughts of Despiadado out of my mind, especially the event he was going to say next before the guard interrupted us. My hands can't stop shaking now that I'm alone. I bite the inside of my cheek to ground me. I focus on trying to calm my body down. It's only mind over matter. Simple, I can do this. I shut my nerves down and I'm steady as a rock. I enter the reception to see Lennox and Ratchet. No Ironhide surprisingly. Lennox and Ratchet lead me to a small unused room so we can talk in private. As soon as the door shuts I speak.

"What are you doing? You can't call me out like I'm a lapdog, Lennox," I question him, more than a little annoyed.

"Shadow, that's not what I'm doing," says Lennox calmly.

His calmness just serves to irritate me further.

"Well that's what it looks like to Despiadado. It's not what I need," I state folding my arms before I add, "By the way, I've dismissed one of the guards."

Lennox looks mildly surprised.

"Why?" asks Lennox professionally.

"He not only came into the room to deliver your message but after that he continued to underestimate Despiadado," I explain.

"Fine, I'll have a new guard to replace him," agrees Lennox calming my irritation.

I nod in satisfaction.

"What is it that you really called me out for?" I ask Lennox much calmer.

It isn't really a report, I know that. I can give Lennox updates whenever I want, he doesn't normally ask for a report.

"We're worried about you, I think you need a break," says Lennox carefully.

Ah so thats why it's Ratchet with Lennox. This is about my health.

"I've been taking breaks," I reply.

"A real break. You haven't even left the prison since you've started your work. You've been taking naps here," protests Lennox.

"I'm not a normal human Lennox. I don't need a nights sleep. That only started when I met you guys. Naps are my usual routine," I insist.

"Your naps are getting less frequent. You need a real rest, it's not healthy for you to be here working 24/7," continues Lennox.

"You've been having people report back to you on me," I state.

I'm not surprised, I figured this would be the case. I'm an unknown variable. I can do anything I want.

"Yes because we're worried about you. You're working with a man that has caused you suffering," confirms Lennox.

"I'm fine," I reply instantly, almost on instinct.

"Your heart rate says otherwise," contradicts Ratchet.

I send Ratchet a glare whilst Lennox frowns in disapproval at me.

"I didn't scan you before you protest, I listened to your heart beat," explains Ratchet before I can voice my disagreement.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath before evening out my breathing.

In and out..… In and out…

I open my eyes and look at Ratchet.

"Listen again," I offer.

He does so and his expression changes to faint surprise.

"…It's beating at an acceptable rate," admits Ratchet.

I turn to Lennox next.

"See? I'm fine, can I go back now without any interruptions?" I request.

Everything can be controlled. It's all mind over matter.

"No. You need a break, a real one. You can hide it but you're putting yourself under strain," insists Lennox.

He's not wrong. I'm barely resting. I'm doing dangerous amount of hours working. To have my guard up so intensely all the time is mentally draining. But what's the point? I can't sleep properly anyway, when I do all that's been happening is flashbacks. Despiadado is in the waking world and the dreaming one. I might as well spend my time working then reliving the past.

"I'm not having another nap. I'm not tired," I lie.

I'm shattered to tell the truth but I don't want to go to sleep.

"You don't have to go to sleep, you just need a break. Leave this place for a bit to recharge when you come back you'll be as good as new. Besides, isn't it wearing you down having your guard up all the time?" points out Lennox.

"My guard is always up," I counter.

"But isn't it up to the max constantly with Despiadado being in the same room as you all the time? Day after day?" asks Lennox.

I suppose…. and if I'm not careful it can slip without me even noticing if I carry on like this.

"Fine. 1 hour and then I'm back," I agree.

Lennox grins happily and Ratchet looks satisfied.

"Where are we going anyway?" I question.

I'm not really interested anywhere is fine but I want the subject to change.

"Not we, you. I'm not going," answers Lennox confusing me.

—

It's not long before I realise it's a trap. I've been tricked. I'm in the car with Sarah and it's already been 30 minutes. For once we're in a normal car, with Annabelle in the back. Sarah's been talking happily for the last 30 minutes, not bothered by my silence. It takes me that long to break and finally ask the question.

"Where are we going?" I ask half curious.

"Shopping. We need to buy some dresses fo-It's child locked Shadow," states Mrs Lennox amused, noticing me trying to open the door of a moving car.

I try the window too but it doesn't budge. I'm very tempted to slam my elbow into the window for freedom.

"The whole car is child locked. Besides what are you going to do when I'm driving at 40mph?" asks Sarah humorously.

"I can tuck and roll," I mutter.

Sarah must hear me because she giggles.

"Come on don't be like that Violet. You'll enjoy it, don't you enjoy a bit of girly dress shopping?" asks Sarah with interest.

"I don't know. I've never been," I admit.

Sarah's mouth drops open gobsmacked before it closes and opens a few times.

"What? Never ever?" questions Sarah nearly speechless.

"Dresses aren't appropriate wear for missions," I answer simply.

"Oh we are definitely getting you a dress," smiles Sarah excitedly.

"No, we're not. I wouldn't wear it. There's no where to wear it too anyway," I state.

"Actually there's a party tonight to raise morale. It's a military party so the Autobot are going to improve relations," explains Sarah.

I bet Sideswipe will enjoy that.

"Not everyone will be aware of the Autobot existence. Some will know that the Autobots are aliens but that they look like humans while others will be completely in the dark so the Autobots will have to be kept completely in the dark so the autobot will have to stay in holoform for now. Which is a shame but not everyone can accept the Autobots at this moment in time," further explains Sarah.

"Sounds like a waste of time and an easy place to blow you all up," I comment.

"Aw come on, you'll enjoy it," replies Sarah with a grin.

"I'm not going," I deadpan.

"Yes you are, you need to blow off some steam. Besides it's either that or I leave Annabelle at home with you," says Sarah giving me an ultimatum.

There's not really a choice. There's no way I'm going to stay at the Lennox's residence alone with Annabelle. The fact she's in the back of the car is enough for me. I grumble spanish words under my breath in irritation.

"Don't worry I won't make you wear a pink frilly dress if that's what you're worried about," offers Sarah trying to provide reassurance.

I scoff at the thought. Like she could make me. I look at her from the corner of my eye and I see her excitement escape from her eyes as concern takes over and she looks conflicted. She bites her lip unsure but she keeps her eyes on the road.

"Just ask it," I state bluntly.

"Ask what?" asks Sarah confused.

"Whatever it is you wish to ask me. I can see you want to," I expand.

Her expression hardens into determination while I keep my expression carefully neutral.

"How are you coping with it?" questions Sarah seriously.

"Coping with what?" I ask but I'm not stupid.

I know what she means, I just don't want to talk about it. However if I don't talk about it and I remain silent then it could be seen as a weakness. Sarah will think that I'm not dealing with it very well and she might think that I'm struggling.

"With working with your fa- that man," answers Sarah before quickly changing her choice of words. After all that man isn't my father.

"There is nothing to cope with. He doesn't know who I am and we are working well on the project," I say guarded.

"Doesn't it make you angry every time you see him?" questions Sarah,

"I don't have the same emotions as everyone else," I answer.

"That's bull," calls out Sarah firmly, her hands clenched on the wheel.

"You think…. you feel…. you bleed… the same as anyone. You may be an assassin but you are human. The same as any of us," continues Sarah her voice steady but I can hear the emotion behind it.

Her words make me feel strange, almost uncomfortable.

"How are you really feeling when you work with him?" asks Sarah again.

I sigh. She won't understand.

"When I work with him, I have to block every emotion out. It's like…. professional detachment. I can't afford to feel anything because if I show emotion he'll use it to his advantage," I explain.

"That can't be healthy," comments Sarah with a frown.

"It's my normal. It was what I was taught as a child. If I show any form of emotion it will be turned against me. I won't fall into his traps," I explain easily.

For some reason it's really easy to talk to Sarah about this.

"You won't let yourself feel," realises Sarah softly.

In that moment….. she looks so sad but I don't understand why. I turn back to the window feeling uncomfortable. There's a silence between us for a while until Sarah breaks.

"If you ever….. want to be yourself truly without worry that someone will turn it against you…. me and Will are there for you, I'm sure the Autobots will be too," offers Sarah making sure to use the right words.

If it were anyone else making that offer, I would slam my walls straight up. But Sarah…. I can feel her sincerity and it makes me unsure how to respond. I hesitantly nod and I can see her lips upturn into a smile. She doesn't push me for which I'm grateful for but I'm never going to take her up on that offer. I've locked my emotions away for so long that this is me. Most of the time it doesn't feel like I'm locking away my emotions. It just feels like I have none. Only strong emotions are able to break through and it has to be really bad for me to show those emotions, or for me to even feel it. When you grow up seeing murder and committing it, it's hard to feel anything. I try not to ponder on it and I look out the window.

"If Annabelle comes to the party, I will have to buy a dress for her. I'm not sure about bringing her. It would be her first big event," worries Sarah changing the subject easily which I appreciate. I let her talk and I rest my eyes. Her voice is quite soothing. It almost makes me…..

—-

I'm pulled from a deep slumber by a bright light, that's almost painful to look at. I blink a few times feeling sleepy. I'm still in the car but the sun is so bright. Did I…. fall asleep?

"You're awake. Sorry, I tried to put the flap down to block out the sun but I guess it wasn't enough," explains Sarah.

I look over to her feeling slightly dazed.

"I guess I sent you to sleep with my boring talk. At one point, I was worried you would wake up when someone cut us off and I had to move quickly and people beeped at us but you slept like a baby," explains Sarah.

I didn't just fall asleep…. I was in a deep sleep. A vulnerable sleep. How? I've always been a light sleeper.

"Here we are," announces Sarah as she parks the car in the car park.

I just look at her feeling slightly confused.

"Did you drug me?" I ask Sarah.

I don't understand. I'm trying to make sense of all this. Sarah looks at me slightly surprised at my words before she bursts out laughing.

"Oh yeah. That's exactly what I did. Drug a professional assassin. I think you're giving me too much credit. I think the more likely possibility is that you're tired because you've over worked yourself. Being in a car is relaxing. It sends Annabelle to sleep most of the time," comments Sarah sarcastically before using logic.

She opens the door before she turns to me.

"Do you want to get Annabelle out or the pram in the boot?" asks Sarah giving me the choice.

"Pram," I state quickly getting out quickly before she can force me to pick up Annabelle while Sarah is amused at my quick actions. I look over to the huge shopping mall ahead. I guess it's time to go….. dress shopping.

—-

How can there be so many clothes stores? it's like it's never ending. Can't there just be one shop with one set of clothes. Why so many? Why in so many colours? All there needs to be is a simple black top, black trousers, shoes and a black jacket and then no one would have to worry about designs. It would be simple.

"Are we going in all of these shops?" I question Sarah,

I hope not. I already want to leave.

"No, don't worry. Just a few shops to find the perfect dress." answers Sarah.

The perfect dress? Why do I get the feeling that the search won't be quick?

"Come on, let's try this one," says Sarah pushing Annabelle in the pram.

We go in and I immediately go in the shadows of the shop. I need to find some casual clothes. I'm going to stick out in this black assassin suit. I grab a purple top and black jeans. I make my way to the stores toilet. Once I'm in, I break the security tags off the clothes before putting them on over my suit, with a leather jacket to finish the look. I make my way out the shop, making sure I'm not seen. I exit the store without any problems, waiting for Sarah. I lean against the wall mentally counting all of the exits by instinct. I feel uncomfortable out in the open like this even though I'm by the wall. Too many people around.

"There you are! I thought you did a runner. I was starting to worry," says Sarah once she spots me after walking out of the shop with Annabelle.

"I couldn't find anything, let's try the nex- Are you wearing different clothes?" questions Sarah.

"I couldn't walk around wearing my usual attire, it'll attract too much attention," I explain as we walk away from the shop.

"That's true. But I didn't see you at the till and the queue was huge," observes Sarah puzzled.

"You wouldn't of," I reply.

"Wait a second… Did you steal them?" whispers Sarah suspiciously.

"Well I don't have any money on me," I answer simply. She looks so shocked and angry.

"Violet. You go take these clothes back," demands Sarah in a quiet voice close to me so no one can overhear our conversation but I'm unfazed.

"Can't. I took the security tags off. Besides if I go back and hand them in, I'll get caught. Then they will call the police and I'll go to the station only for them to find out that I have no identity, that I don't exist and then Lennox will have to sort it out. The logical thing here is to forget about it and move on. It's not going to affect the shop. They have poor security anyway, they probably get robbed all the time," I explain casually.

Sarah fumbles with her words, slightly speechless before she gets her head together.

"T-That's not the point. It's wrong," protests Sarah frustrated but I'm indifferent to her words.

"Why do you have to be so difficult?" asks Sarah as I see her trying to think of a 'morally right' solution.

"Just accept the solution and move on," I offer her so she can have peace of mind.

"Fine. But no more stealing," agrees Sarah reluctantly before giving out an order.

"How do you expect me to get a dress with no money?" I ask her in turn.

"I'll buy it!" exclaims Sarah in panic.

"You don't need to. I won't get caught. I can get you one as well if you want. You'll save money," I suggest confident in my skills.

"No! No, no," repeats Sarah at a fast pace, waving her arms panicked before she sighs and takes a breath.

"Look, don't worry about it. I want to buy you a dress, my treat. Just no more stealing, okay? If you want something I'll buy it," offers Sarah much calmer.

She does know that my way, she'll save money, right?

"Whatever," I shrug, my way of agreeing.

I don't want to make Sarah worry when she's trying to be nice to me.

"Mommy! Mommy! That lady has purple eyes!" exclaims a little boy pointing at me.

The mother immediately puts his hand down.

"Don't point, darling. It's rude," says the mother nervously.

"It's so cool!" grins the brown haired child.

"Come on," ushers the mother pulling the child in a different shop.

So much for not standing out.

"Are you okay?" asks Sarah noticing that I'm staring at the same place the child was.

I raise my head and subtly look around the area we are in.

"There's a lot of children here," I observe.

Children of all ages, I can hear them laughing or crying. A little girl swinging off her parents hands as they smile happily. A stressed-out mother with 3 children, 2 running around her while the other cries in her arms. A different family where the mom is on the phone while a child pulls her arm asking for her to buy a toy.

"Yeah, I suppose there is," agrees Sarah looking at the other families.

Any moment could be their last. Something can go wrong any second and yet…. they smile and laugh and carry on with their lives without a care in the world despite the fact that they are so fragile.

"Next shop then?" I ask but I walk ahead despite my question.

"Sure…" agrees Sarah, her mind elsewhere as is mine. I guess it must be nice….. to live in ignorance.

—-

A few shops later and we still haven't brought a dress yet. Sarah's brought a few things she thinks is nice and it's not long before she drags me into a make up shop.

"Sarah, I thought we were buying a dress?" I question.

"We're going to need makeup as well," says Sarah excitedly.

"Don't we need to know what I'm wearing first?" I ask.

"Well I can't imagine you wearing light colours, only dark," replies Sarah with a knowing look.

"Besides Annabelle's asleep right now. It's the perfect time. She could wake up at any moment," adds Sarah.

"Fine," I agree reluctantly.

She's so excited by it. Before I can take back what I said she speaks to the staff excitedly. The staff leads us to our seats which are side by side. I reluctantly take a seat as Sarah does all of the talking. A middle aged lady starts doing my foundation on the right side of my face before she tries to move my hair out of the way of my left eye. Before she touches my hair, I grip her wrist.

"What are you doing?" I growl at the lady.

Her brown eyes widen in fear as she holds the sponge-like object in one hand.

"I-I'm doing your foundation. I need to move your hair out of the way to get to the skin," answers the lady shakily.

"She's only doing your makeup Violet, don't worry," adds Sarah from my side, helping to diffuse the situation.

"Just skip it," I order letting the lady's hand go.

She immediately takes a step back and holds her wrist. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at her. I didn't grip it that tight.

"But what about your eyeshadow and mascara?" questions the lady.

"Maybe this is a bad idea. We can leave if you want, Vi," offers Sarah worried.

"No. You've already paid for it. It's alright," I deny her suggestion.

I don't want to look afraid of some stupid make over. Besides the scar doesn't bother me but I don't appreciate it when people start screaming at it, I put my arm back at my side and close my eyes. The lady hesitantly moves my hair back and I hear a sharp intake of breath. Despite my better judgement I open my eyes to see the lady's wrinkled face form into horror. I knew she would react in some way but it's tamer than I expect. To my slight surprise she composes her face.

"You've been through the wars, haven't you?" asks the aged woman sympathetically.

"You have no idea," I mumble.

"I bet you give as good as you get," smirks the older lady unexpectedly.

I nod but to her feeling confused bu her response.

"My son use to get into street fights all the time. That rascal…. He use to scare me hard to death," adds the lady as she does my make up over the scar taking my mind off it.

"Then after I cleaned his wounds I use to give him a whooping. He couldn't get away after making me worry all night…"

I listen to the rest of her story and before i know it my make up is finished.

"There you go, hun. All finished. That wasn't too bad right?" comments the old lady.

Surprisingly, the time flew by.

"Do you want to look in the mirror?" asks the lady.

I shrug, not really bothered. Cheerfully she holds the mirror out in front of me.

"What do you think?" asks the lady.

What? I lean forward shocked. How did…. She got rid of it?! I bring my hand up to my face hesitant to where the scar use to be. No. It's still there. Just hidden. In my reflection I see a woman with flawless tanned skin and long lushes eye lashes. I've never cared for my looks in the past. There's no need to look pretty if I'm in the shadows anyway. My hair is pinned back.

"Aw, Violet. You look gorgeous. Your skin is glowing," gushes Sarah happily.

I look over and I see her make up is done. She's wearing pink neutral lipstick and light blush over her cheeks while mine is darker because of my skin colour. I look back to the mirror to see my dark red lips. I take the grip out of my hair so it covers my face again. It feels too weird. Too uncomfortable. For some reason I feel even more exposed. I remember the lady's question and I look off to the side.

"It looks nice," I admit quietly.

The lady smiles at me and shows me the products that she used. Sarah asks me if I would like anything and I nod slightly unsure. I get the lipstick and I hesitantly get the foundation and highlighter, having mixed feelings about the whole thing. We leave the shop while I'm still in deep thought. I've never thought of my scar as anything than other it can be perceived as a weakness. I haven't thought about the…. other aspect of it. I haven't thought about my looks before…. or at least not in a while. And now it's a subject that leaves me unsure

"Oh darn…" mutters Sarah snapping me out of my thoughts.

I didn't even noticed that she's holding Annabelle now. She holding an awake Annabelle in one hand while she searches through her bag with the other.

"I've left my purse inside. Here hold Annabelle a second. I'll be back in a second," says Sarah shoving Annabelle in my arms.

Instinctively I hold Annabelle so I don't drop her but I start spluttering.

"W-what?! Wait! No, I can't-" I protest but it's too late.

Sarah is already running back into the shop. I hold Annabelle at arms length unsurely. She looks up at me with big blue eyes full of innocent while I frown at her.

"….What are you looking at?" I ask grumpily feeling more and more anxious and unhappy.

Annabelle, however, starts laughing and giggling happily, unfazed by my mood.

"Okay, let's put you in the pram," I say as I slowly, hesitantly move closer to the pram.

I try to lower her but she starts crying. I try to put on a smile to calm her down but it doesn't work as I lower her.

"Shh… it's okay. Stop crying," I say gently but it doesn't work.

This isn't working. She's just getting louder. I stop trying to lower her and I keep her at arms length. When she realises that I'm not trying to put her down anymore she stops crying. Typical. She's just being difficult. I bring her up closer to eye level.

"You and your mom have teamed up against me, huh? You know she's a real sneaky snake. You better be careful when you're older. Or maybe you'll inherit that off her, in that case, your dad is really going to be stressed out when you're a teenager. Just remember that if you get caught when your older buy him some rum or something, just the cheap stuff though, you don't need to go all out okay, bebé?" I advise her adding a Spanish word.

Hopefully if I keep talking it'll distract her and it will distract me. She just laughs at me convincing me even further that somehow she and Sarah have teamed up against me and this is a trap. It must be a weird mother/daughter thing. Annabelle reaches out and holds my nose giggling. I stiffen up, stunned unsure of what to do. After a moment, I move her hand with my own, changing our position, holding her against my chest with one arm for support while the other is holding her hand. She grips onto my finger, her whole hand wrapped around one of my fingers.

Wow… her hand is so small…. so soft… so delicate…..

I feel a hand touch my shoulder from behind. I don't even sense them approach. I grip Annabelle tighter making sure she is safe and secure and I spin, grabbing the wrist of the person who grabbed me. To my surprise, it's only Sarah.

"Nice to know that if anyone tried to take Annabelle you have one hell of a grip," comments Sarah wincing slightly.

I let her go immediately as my eyes widen slightly.

"I didn't know it was you," I say in explanation.

Sarah rubs her wrist and I'm certain that it will bruise at some point.

"It's alright. I shouldn't have come behind you," replies Sarah before her eyes lay on Annabelle snuggled up to my chest.

"She looks like she could stay there all day," comments Sarah, her eyes soften.

"Don't you dare. You'll take her now," I demand, my eyes narrowing.

"But she looks so comfortable," protests Sarah with a grin.

"Sarah," I say lowly in warning.

"Fine. Give her here," gives in Sarah rolling her eyes with a smile.

I stay perfectly still as Sarah takes Annabelle away, leaving the cold.

"You know I expected to come back and see her at arm's length or in the pram," comments Sarah.

"That was the idea but Annabelle cried when I tried to put her down. I'm sure you have a weird mother-daughter relationship and you've planned it," I answer.

Sarah laughs amused with my theory.

"We're just on the same wavelength, isn't that right sweetie?" adds Sarah before tickling Annabelle.

Annabelle musically giggles and unbeknownst to me a small smile graces my face. Sarah blows a raspberry on Annabelle's face and she laughs even more. I wonder…. if my mom were alive…. would she have done that? Blown me raspberries and kisses. Would she have been like Sarah? Would she have shown me love like that?

"Hey…. do you want to get some ice cream?" asks Sarah.

She looks at me with sympathy like she knew what I'm thinking about and the bittersweet feelings that came with it.

"Ice cream?" I question slowly.

"Yeah as a treat," nods Sarah.

"But what about the dress?" I question slightly confused.

Our objective is to find a dress.

"We've got plenty of time. Come on," pushes Sarah gently before she takes my hand and leads the way.

I hope my mother wasn't like Sarah, so that way I wouldn't be missing anything. Why do I feel like there's something wrong? Why do I feel as if…. there's a hole in my heart?

—-

I look at the many colours in the front of me and the different types of dresses feeling stumped. Sarah notices my stillness and she smiles cheerfully.

"Is there any that catches your eye?" questions Sarah.

"Most dresses here look too tight and impractical," I comment.

"I agree with the tightness but what impractical?" asks Sarah curious and puzzled.

"I need to be able to move freely and easily," I explain.

"So that's our objective," states Sarah.

Objective? I turn to her slightly and I allow confusion to cross my face.

"Our target! Our mission! Find you a dress that's sexy but practical. It's our mission," winks Sarah playfully.

I resist the upward tug on my lips to her behaviour. She's trying to think how I think. She's trying to get on my level and understand me. She's not trying to understand me for personal gain to me break and bend to her will. She's trying to understand me to make me more comfortable. Maybe even to help me although I don't need help.

"What about this one?" questions Sarah pulling out a dark violet dress that flows but stops at the knee.

I would be able to move freely but I wouldn't be able to hide my daggers very well and besides… that style is a little too girly for me.

"Longer," I state shaking my head, not giving the full explanation before I add, "….. I like the color though."

Sarah's face brightens up.

"Good, there's something we can begin with. Long and dark purple," grins Sarah happily.

After many dresses, I finally try on a dress (not because of Sarah's pushy insistence, but because I wanted to…. kind of). I refused to wear a dress that his thin straps that tie around the neck, too much of a risk, someone could it use to strangle me. The dark violet dress is long but not so long that'll step on it and fall. It stops just at my shoes. It has one thick strap like a loop that goes around the dress making it a halter top dress with a low neckline. I keep my Despiadado dagger in its place sheathed lying on my chest, the only thing visible is the swirling gold handle that covers the low cut, making it look like an accessory to the dress. I put my assassin belt on over the dress and thankfully it suits. I can strap a dagger to my thigh because the long skirt will cover it, but that would only work on the one leg. The other side has a long split which helps with mobility. If I put my hair in a bun then I can hide two more thin daggers. I could possibly put another dagger at the back of my dress if its gold so it would like part of the design.

"Violet, are you changed?" asks Sarah snapping me out of my planning.

I open the curtain to revealing the me wearing the dress. I see Sarah's excited expression before it softens.

"Oh Vi, you look beautiful," beams Sarah.

I look into the mirror and I don't recognise myself. The woman in the mirror looks sexy and stunning, the dark dress showing off her hour glass body.

"Well, Vi… what do you think?" asks Sarah with anticipation.

It's weird… with this makeup on and this dress, I look normal, like normal human being, minus the scars on my arm and back. My mouth feels dry and I nearly forget to give an answer.

"I…. like it," I admit.

It feels weird to not wear my assassin suit or jeans. I feel tempted to twirl having never wore a dress but I resist the childish impulse. I feel freer but I also feel vulnerable. A blade or bullet could pierce through me easily. It's no protection but illogically, I don't care. It's like I'm under a spell….. for once I feel pretty. I know it's shallow and meaningless but it's a new feeling for me. I've never bothered with looks. There's no point to them. Practicality above everything else when it comes to most stuff like clothing but for once I feel almost like a normal girl. I mentally shake the thought away. I'm being silly, I'm being immature. It's just a dress.

"I say that we've completed our mission then. Objective achieved!" cheers Sarah.

She's right. Mission accomplished.

—

So we went dress shopping and had ice cream and it was… nice. I tried different flavours and Sarah talked and laughed but strangely, I felt comfortable. Even though I was in a public place, even though I was out in the open. I nearly felt relaxed. Despite that though, I feel much better in the car now. We completed our objective and we found a dress each. Whether or not I go to the party is a different matter.

"I just need to stop off at the bank and then we're finished," informs Sarah as she parks.

"Do you want to stay in the car or come in?" questions Sarah

"If I stay does the baby stay?" I ask in return.

"Yes," smirks Sarah amused.

Without another word I leave the car and walk towards the bank so Sarah can't force me to get Annabelle out of the car. We enter the busy bank and wait in the line. I mentally count the exits and there's not many. A few security guards are about but I pay them no attention, after all technically it's only in the my original world that there's a hunt for me, not that they even know what I look like. It's not long before Annabelle starts crying. Sarah gently tries to shush her but it's no use.

"Can't you shut that baby up?" complains a pompous middle ages woman behind us.

I look over my shoulder at the lady glaring at her which immediately shuts her up as she looks horrified.

"She's gonna need changing," says Sarah.

"How can you tell?" I ask curiously.

I can't smell anything.

"I can tell by her cry. A mother knows by their cry after a few months," answers Sarah before she turns to the security guards.

"Excuse me? Where are the toilets?" asks Sarah politely.

The guard points her down a corridor which I follow. I stop just before the door.

"I'll wait here," I comment.

Sarah stops and looks at me mischievously.

"What? You don't want to help?" mocks Sarah jokingly.

"There are many things I will do, nappies are not one of them," I reply in return.

Sarah grins but she doesn't say anything as she heads in without me. I lean against the wall and I listen out. I can hear Sarah singing to Annabelle. A soft calming song, sweet and gentle. A lullaby. Annabelle's cries calm down slowly. I'm happy I'm not in there with them, I'm content to just listen to the calming lullaby out of here. She's a great mom. Annabelle's going-

BANG!

My eyes fly open immediately as all of my senses go on alert. My heart hammers for a few seconds and my hands are instinctively over my daggers. I hear shouting in front. Decepticons? No.. My eyes narrow and I glare in the direction the noise is coming off. Those types of shouts…. It's a robbery. I enter the toilets abruptly to see a pale Sarah, clutching Annabelle. I shut the door quickly and quietly behind me.

"What's going on?" asks Sarah more than a little concerned.

"It's more than likely a robbery," I answer stripping off my clothes, revealing my assassin outfit.

It'll be easier for me to sneak around in this.

"Go to the stall," I order calmly.

"Why?" asks Sarah firmly but she's frightened.

"They will be in here any second," I answer automatically.

"What about you?" asks Sarah worried.

"I can handle myself," I state confidently.

"Don't kill them," pleads Sarah putting a hand on my arm.

She looks at me with blue, pleading eyes.

"It's kill or be killed," I reply unfazed and neutral.

"It doesn't have to be, you're better than this," tries Sarah.

I nearly laugh at her words.

"I'm really not," I disagree honestly.

"Please, Violet. You have a choice. Don't stain your hands with any more blood," reasons Sarah concerned.

"This is who I am, Sarah. My hands were stained a long time ago," I reply emotionless.

"Vi," begs Sarah.

I look at her and I look at Annabelle. They are good people. I don't want Annabelle to see any killing.

"Fine. Just go into the stall," I agree.

She thankfully nods and turns but I stop her.

"Wait. What's that smell?" I ask her.

"Annabelle's diaper. I left it on the changing table by accident," answers Sarah.

"Stay quiet and don't come out no matter what, unless I say," I tell Sarah.

I see Sarah give Annabelle a dummy in the mouth before she shuts and locks the stall. I stand opposite the entrance door and by the changing table. I take a deep breath and breathe, I can hear footsteps getting louder and louder. The door opens and I act, I throw the dirty nappy in the persons face with a lot of force.

"Ah! What the hell?" exclaims the man.

He's wearing a ski mask but it still affects him. After all it doesn't matter what the object is, if it's thrown with enough force, it can knock a person back. I run forward and knee the guy in the stomach hard. HIs eyes winded behind the mask as he becomes winded. He flies back into the guy behind him knocking them back into the corridor.

"Hey! What the-" says the second man as he falls back. The one who's winded rolls off him struggling to breathe.

I hit the back of his neck on the pressure point quickly and efficiently, putting him out of his misery into a state of unconsciousness. The other guy starts to get up but I sneak behind him and use the bottom of my dagger to knock him off. He goes down easily. Two. I need to see how many there are but I can't leave Sarah and Annabelle here. I can't sneak us out and leave everyone, we'll be spotted. If it were just me, it wouldn't be a problem but I'm not leaving them behind. I walk back into the toilets.

"Sarah, it's me. Come out," I order.

I hear the door open and hesitantly she comes out with the baby. She must trust me a lot to come out. Her eyes go behind me to the unconscious people on the floor.

"They haven't seen you, you should be safe. We're brought a bit of time, text Lennox our location and tell him to phone 911, tell him it's a robbery but keep it brief, then put your phone on silence or off," I order.

Sarah nods and does as I say immediately before putting her phone back in her bag.

"Stay close to me," I advise.

"Isn't it safer in here?" questions Sarah confused.

I shake my head.

"No. They will come here once they realise that they haven't come back. If they see you in here isolated with two of their own men knocked out then you will be a target. Once you get to the reception you'll have to blend in with the other hostages or else you'll be targeted," I explain calmly.

"O-okay," nods Sarah.

She's so scared. She doesn't want to do this. She's shaking but her gaze is determined. She's being brave and putting her trust in me. It's not only her life but her baby's too that she entrusting me with. I can't mess this up. So far it seems like they're amateurs so it shouldn't be too hard. I've just never had to protect people before while doing a mission. I can do this. I won't mess this up. I go back down the corridor and Sarah follows holding Annabelle tightly. Thankfully, Annabelle stays quiet sucking on the pacifier. The shooting has stopped which must mean they have everyone round up. We get to the end of the hall and we stick to the wall.

"Stay down! All of your phones in here now!" shouts a male voice.

I peek around the corner stealthily. 7 men. There's hostages everywhere. Mostly around the outer edges as the gun men watch them carefully. There's one gunman in the middle to keep watch.

"I said phones in the bag!" shouts the gunman in the far corner as everyone watches him, I pull the nearest gunman around the corner to me and I cover his mouth and nose tightly.

Before he can think I pull him to the floor with me behind him, an arm around his neck while my other hand is around his mouth and nose. My legs are tightly wrapped around his torso and arms making them trapped to his sides. His struggles weaken as his air flow is blocked until he stops moving. I check he's definitely unconscious before I move off him. I take his gun and I check his body for weapons.

"That man is twice your size," whispers Sarah in awe.

"When I say, you need to stay low and sit with the nearest hostage to blend in. Take this and hide in it in your bag," I instruct handing the gun out to her.

|What's this for?" asks Sarah hesitant.

"Just in case, don't use it unless absolutely necessary. Having a gun makes you a target so keep it hidden but if worse comes to worse, use it to protect yourself," I answer.

"I don't need it," protests Sarah shaking her head refusing to take it.

"Sarah…" I warn firmly.

"I don't need it because I have you. I trust you to protect both of us," insists Sarah seriously.

"Trusting me is the last thing you should do, especially with your child's life," I deny.

"I'm sticking to what I said," states Sarah determined.

I turn back around to keep look out.

"No matter what happens you don't know me okay. Don't say anything even if they put a gun to my head. If you stay quiet, you'll be safe. You ready?" I question her, looking back briefly.

She's terrified, she's shaking but she's strong willed, her gaze determined. She nods and I lead the way quickly. We stay low and go for cover hiding behind the hostages. Sarah keeps her head low and holds Annabelle close to her. Sarah sits with the hostages blending in perfectly. I move on and dive behind the counter as soon as possible. I stay behind the desk and I listen. I hear footsteps. I look under the desk to see his feet are heading away from me which means his back is to me. I peek over the desk and I watch carefully formulating a plan. The light switch is near the exit, opposite where I am. It's inconvenient but not too hard compared to other missions I've had. Luckily I've refilled my belt recently. I wasn't going to face Despiadado half hearted. I have to give my all which includes being fully stocked on many different weapons and resources. I take a small bomb out and stick it to the counter. I might need a distraction later. I wait patiently for a chance. I can't make any mistakes. There… The second no one looks I grab the man in front of the counter and drag him over it before pulling him under. I make sure his mouth is covered the whole time and I cut off his breathing like before. His arms flap around but it's no use and he too becomes unconscious. That leaves 5. I need a distraction. I get a smoke bomb out and throw it to the left side of the room, towards the corridor I came, meaning I just need to sneak past one goon.

"Hey, what's that?" asks one of the robbers.

I see everyone's attention go to the smoke. The robber with a yellow mask moves towards it, curious and puzzled.

"Is there a fire?" questions the green mask robber with interest.

I make my move and darting to the right side of the room where the shadows are. I make it to the opposite side of the room and the robber finally makes it to the source of the smoke.

"What the hell is this?" questions the yellow mask confused.

I reach the light switch and I throw my daggers just as the lights go out.

"What the hell?!" shouts the robber with the dark blue mask in the middle as two screams are heard.

"It's a trap!" shouts one in realization as he runs to the light switch but its too late.

By the time the light is on, I'm already hiding somewhere else. The remaining 3 robbers look around their guns ready in hand. Blue mask, yellow mask and burnt orange mask. They falter when they see 2 of their men are stuck to the wall by 2 daggers through the shoulders so they can't pull it out themselves. It's the guy with the green mask and the other one has a purple mask.

"Dude, what happened?" asks the yellowed masked one panicked.

"Get it out! Get it out!" panics the green masked dude frantic, stuck to the wall.

"Stop! Don't move! Look where it is. We can't get it out. Whoever's done this has got you where one wrong move and you lose your arm. That goes for both of us," explains the purple masked robber calmly as he's stuck to the wall.

He sounds young and you can hear the pain in his voice even though he's trying to hide it. So there is someone with brains here. That's good for them or else they would of tried to remove the daggers and they would of lost their arms. Sarah said I couldn't kill them, not that I couldn't do some serious damage. The guy in the green mask goes completely still in horror and concern about losing his arms. The one with the purple masks speaks again in warning.

"Whoever's done this knows what they are doing," grunts the purple mask in pain.

"Keep an eye out boys. Someone's here," warns the blue masked man..

Probably the leader from the confidence admitting from him. The remaining 3 look aggressively at the hostages trying to see anyone out of place which causes people to scream in fright. The room is tense as everyone starts panicking, the robbers and the hostages.

"Come on out!" shouts the blue one panicked spinning around trying to spot anything out of place.

Good. They are right where I want them to be. The second you panic, you lose control. I move quickly staying behind the hostages making sure I'm unseen before I strike again but I stay low. I slash my blade across the back of the knees of my next victim. If I could kill, they would already be dead. This is too slow.

"Ahh! Boss!" shouts the burnt orange masked man as he falls.

I snatch the gun out of his hand and knock him out with it on the head before I dash quickly. I hear 3 gunshots behind me but I know he just aimed where his accomplice fell.

"Where are you?!" shouts the blue masked man in the middle.

He spins in a circle desperate while I go to the only one other person left. The yellow mask panics too, completely engulfed in fear, he points the gun towards the floor around him, knowing I'm attacking low. I blend in with the hostages around him and wait for him to turn his head. The second he does I strike his legs and repeat the action again, before I move quickly. He falls with a shout before he too is unconscious. The last one standing, the blue masked boss spins around urgently trying to spot his attacker. The gun in his hand is shaking. He starts to shoot randomly at the slightly sound whereas I continue to circle him, keeping out of his vision.

"What are you?!" shouts the man desperate.

"Can't you face me, you coward?" baits the man.

He thinks if he can see what it is that's attacking, see that it's human, it will make this more bearable. He can put a face to it. But that's not how I work. I work in the shadows as someone unseen. As a monster in the shadows. Quick and merciless. A shadow that kills. I strike. He turns around in my direction but it's too late. I knee him in the stomach before he has the chance to pull the trigger. As he bends over in pain winded, I bring my elbow down on his back. He collapses on the floor winded, coughing. He weakly points the gun at me from the position on the floor but I kick it out of his hand easily before spinning and round house kicking the side of his head, rendering him unconscious. There. That's it. That's all of them. If I could of killed, this all would of been over in 13 seconds. This really slowed me down. I'm use to striking and runni-

"What the hell?" questions a male voice behind me.

It's not over. There's someone else. I turn around quickly and see 2 more robbers behind the desk I used earlier as cover. Red mask is holding bags of money and black mask is holding a middle-aged woman hostage. Red mask drops the bags of money and he quickly raises his gun. I move quickly. I grab the unconscious blue mask next to me and I use his body as a shield. The bullets hit him instead of me. He stops in shock and I use the opportunity to dive under the nearest desk, dropping the body. I know I would be safe for a few seconds, he would be at least a little shocked that he shot his boss.

"Watch out! She took us all down on her own," warns the purple mask stuck to the wall.

"How the hell she do that?" exclaims the red mask.

"It doesn't matter. We got a lot of hostages, including the ice I'm holding. Come on out or we'll kill her," threats the black masked man.

"No! Please!" begs the middle-aged woman sobbing, one of the staff who works here.

"Shut up!" shouts the black masked man shoving the gun to her side.

"What makes you think that I'm going to do that?" I ask behind my cover.

"Because we'll kill her," repeats the black mask.

I roll my eyes at that.

"Well go on then. If you don't, I will. Her crying is annoying," I reply.

I peek over to see the 2 masked man look at each other confused and warily. The black mask lowers the gun for a second, faltering slightly.

"I-I'll do it!" stutters the black masked grunt before he angrily holds the gun to the woman neck.

"Then do it," I challenge.

He falters and both of the grunts look at each other tense and nervous.

"She's bluffing. What type of security guard are you? You'll get in major trouble if we do shoot her," laughs the red mask goon trying to find some logic.

My eyes narrow in irritation.

"Security guard?" I ask them, my voice sharp.

"Yeah. If not then a cop or something," adds the other goon but that just further serves to annoy me.

"Don't insult me. Those amateurs are nowhere near me. They're not even on the same level. Stay where you are or else you'll regret it," I order firmly.

As I were speaking the red-masked man stepped closer to where they could hear me. I knew they would since they already knew my position. I could hear the loud footsteps. I slowly raise my hand with the detonator. When I hear the footsteps stop, I slowly stand up with my finger hovering over the trigger.

"Is it just you? Is there anyone else?" asks the red mask grunt, the closest one, his gun pointing at me.

I can see Sarah's worried face in the crowd but I ignore it and I don't give any signs of looking in that direction.

"Like I would tell you," I reply my voice neutral.

They look around with their eyes for anyone else trying to be subtle. They're anxious and wary, unsure. Good, I need them to hesitate.

"What? Am I suppose to believe that you took down everyone on your own?" scoffs red mask.

"Don't…."

A voice catches our attention. It's weak and full of fear. We look over to see the younger purple mask pinned to the wall, staring at the dagger embedded in his shoulder.

"…. Don't underestimate her. The daggers…. They have the symbol of the Carlio and the other has the crest of the Montago mob. And I think…. the other daggers have different crests of different crime families and gangs too," explain the young thug spooked.

"The Carlio mafia?" stammers the black mask holding the hostage.

They are both scared now. Too scared. Fear makes people do stupid things. The red mask grunt turns his head to me stunned before the fear kicks in. I see the smallest movement in his finger and I press the detonator before he pulls the trigger. The desk behind them explodes hitting the black mask and the hostage knocking them out cold. The red mask is thrown to my feet from the blast. He shakily pushes against the floor with his hands.

"Are you crazy?!" shouts the red mask as he pulls the mask off to breathe better.

He looks at me with stunned green eyes as everyone screams and makes their escape. The explosion made instinct take over their senses and with all of the robbers powerless, they all run as fast as they can out of a small door. A few stay, completely frozen out of fear. Sarah is one of the ones who stays but not out of frozen fear. I can tell. Why isn't she leaving? This is her chance.

"I told you I wasn't a cop," I state looking down at him.

His expression changes to horror as he realizes the amount of danger he is in.

"Who the hell are you?" whispers the man with a tremor.

"I was second on the most wanted list in the world, by the CIA, MI5, FBI," I answer.

"Was?" questions the man weakly.

"I killed the person who was first… and you and your friends are the ones to ruin my day," I explain lowly.

It takes a second for it to process in his head before he scams backwards with a sound of fear. He looks around for anything to help him. A pathetic sight really. Sarah moves close thinking that the situation is over. I step forward and open my mouth to warn her but it's too late. The man grabs her quickly and uses her body as a shield. A shriek escapes her mouth and my blood runs cold. She holds Annabelle close to her scared. Sarah… Annabelle….

"Don't, please," pleads Sarah her voice holding strong so far.

Annabelle cries loudly. She can sense her mom's distress. My eyes narrow dangerously but I try to keep a neutral mask on.

"What makes you think this will work? I've already shown that I don't care about hostages," I say trying to manipulate him.

"But this is different. I'll kill the baby. You wouldn't let the baby die right?" questions the grunt.

I see Sarah's face pale as a look of horror overtakes her face.

"Please, not my baby. She's just a child. Take my life instead," begs Sarah trying to hide Annabelle to her side.

She's absolutely terrified.

"Shut up!" shouts the guy causing Sarah to wince.

He's not just terrified…. He's completely unhinged. He might actually kill them both. My heart beats faster and I have to reign in my bloodlust so he can't sense it. Annabelle's cries get louder and my chest starts to feel tight.

"Tell your baby to shut up!" demand the man on edge.

"She can't. She doesn't understand," tries to explain Sarah softly.

"I'll kill her!" threats the man moving the gun to face Annabelle.

Sarah screams and she tries to turn her body so she'll take the hit as the guy looks down at them. Big mistake. Sarah's scream and Annabelle's cries are too much for me as they pierce my chest painfully. I snap. I move quicker than I've ever had and I dash forward. I cross the distance quickly and I dislocate his wrist, making him drop the gun as he screams, holding his wrist to his chest as he staggers back. Sarah drops to the ground her legs weak from fear but she holds Annabelle to her chest as she lies in the foetal position, protecting her child at any cost. I punch him in the face, breaking his nose making him stagger back, further away from Sarah. I kick him in the stomach with a sharp kick with my heel digging into his stomach. He's winded and he collapses to the floor. I walk around him and bend down letting my bloodlust run free in rage. I grab his brown hair and I pulpit back exposing his neck. I grab my dagger ready to make the kill.

"You shouldn't have threatened them. That's you worse and last mistake," I growl lowly in his ear.

His one hand comes up to my arm with the dagger and he tries to pull it away with little success.

"Please don't. I'll do anyth-" starts the thug begging.

"Shut up. Everyone who pleaded for their life tonight, you told them to shut up so now you won't get that chance too," I hiss out, pushing the dagger a little further.

It makes the blood start to slowly trickle down his throat.

"Shadow! Stop!" calls our Sarah.

I ignore her as I keep my eyes on his pathetic man.

"I'm killing him, Sarah. Leave if you don't want to see it," I warn her.

"You can't. Don't kill him," pleads Sarah.

"He tried to hurt you… He tries to kill Annabelle," I reason through gritted teeth as the dagger goes a little deeper.

"It's not worth getting blood on your hands," tries Sarah softy.

"My hands have been drenched in blood ever since I was a child, Sarah. One more won't make a difference," I tell her emotionlessly feeling numb.

"It makes every difference. Don't do this to yourself. This is a new world. A clean slate." excuses Sarah.

"There is no such thing as a clean slate. This man needs to pay for what he's done," I growl my anger flaring.

"He will pay. But by justice. By rotting in a cell, not by dirtying your hands, not by adding another body count," explains Sarah gently.

I stay silent as I think about her words and the swirling storm inside me. The man pulls on my arm desperately but it won't budge.

"Please," gasps the man his voice hoarse.

"He was really going to kill you both. It wasn't a just threat. He was really going to kill you and Annabelle," I explain, showing her its no small thing.

"And it was me who was going to get hurt, not you so I get to decide his fate," reasons Sarah logically.

I stop glaring at the desperate thug and I look at Sarah and Annabelle.

She's really worried, no….. scared.

"Sarah…." I warn a growl in my voice.

"You said you wouldn't kill anyone," reminds Sarah.

My grip gets tighter and tighter and the man struggles desperately making the dagger go in deeper. The blood trickles down faster. A growl escapes my throat as I look up at Sarah glaring. She holds true. She's illogical. He was going to kill her. This filth used her and her baby as a human shield as a coward. And yet foolishly she would have his life spared. I look at Annabelle and she looks at my with big blue eyes. Innocent eyes. I take a deep breath before I move the dagger away and I push him forward on the floor. I put my heeled boot on his back to make sure he doesn't move.

"You better remember this. The only reason you are alive is because of this woman. This mother who you threatened the life of, her and her baby. Next time I see you, you won't see me, you'll be dead. So you better keep your head down for the rest of your miserable, pitiful life, you got it?" I growl with barely contained rage.

He nods vigorously, crying.

"I can't hear you," I growl out.

"Yes! Yes! I got it! Just let me go please!" grovels the pathetic man.

"One more thing, if you or anyone else you send come near her and her family again, I wouldn't give the quick release of death, it will be much more merciless," I promise.

"I swear I won't! I swear!" yells the man in fear.

That's all I need to hear. I use the butt of my dagger to knock him out, finally ending this. Sarah sighs in relief and slowly she sinks to the floor. I glance at her to make sure she's okay but I see a faint smile of relief on her face. She's shaking like leaf but she's fine.

"Thank you," sighs Sarah appreciative.

I nod before I start collecting my daggers from around the room. I hear the faint sound of police sirens. I walk over to the two on the wall.

"Hey! What are you doing?! Stay away!" shouts the older one in the green mask.

I grab my daggers by the hilt and I focus on him despite not looking at him.

"If you want to keep both of your arms keep still. I'm pulling these out either way," I warn my voice dull and empty.

That's the only warning he gets before I yank both daggers out with precision. He shouts as he falls to the floor.

"Stay down on the floor. Despite what you've just seen, I'm not feeling very merciful," I advise.

"That was merciful…?" mumbles the green mask on the floor in fear as I walk over to the younger purple mask.

"I don't need to say the same thing to you, do I?" I ask.

"No. I'm smart enough to choose my battles," replies the younger thug.

I take the mask off his head, revealing his young 16-year-old face. It makes what I'm about to do a little harder but it'll be easier for him to breathe without the mask. Also, the police will be able to see how young he is.

"Don't resist the police. You'll go to jail but they will get you patched up first," I say in a quiet tone so that only he can hear.

He nods. I look up to his face as I put my hands on the hilt of both daggers. He's striking cockily but I can see the fear in his eyes. He reminds me of Rex. I observe his face before I pull the daggers out perfectly straight. He takes a sharp intake of breath and he groans falling to the floor. The police sirens are loud, it took a while for them to get here. I hear a sound vibrating from Sarah's direction but she's still in shock. I put my hand in her bag and I pull out her phone to see it's Lennox. I accept the call and put her phone to my ear.

"Sweetie, are you alright? How's Anna-" asks Lennox straight away.

"She's fine. They are both okay. All of the criminals are either knocked out or they've stood down. I've taken care of it," I interrupt.

"Thank goodness Shadow. It's safe to come in without worry of the hostages?" asks Lennox to make sure.

"Affirmative," I state just as the police storm in shouting at everyone to get down.

I ignore them and I focus on Lennox's voice.

"We're nearly there. I'll clear this up with the police," comments Lennox.

"Lady! Put down the phone and get to the ground," orders a policeman, his gun trained on me.

I hang up on Lennox but I don't get down to the floor. I see the police rush the guys in masks.

"Those two over there need immediate medical attention. They can't move their arms to their heads right now. Be careful with their arms when you move them. There's about 11 in total. 8 here and 3 in the corridor. All of them are subdued for now," I explain calmly.

The gun lowers slightly as he looks at me stupefied. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at him and I bark orders in my superior voice.

"Get to the ones down the corridor before they wake up and escape, now!" I order in a voice of authority.

"Yes ma'am," nods the officer before he takes a few officers with him.

"How'd you do that?" questions Sarah on the floor curiously, but she's still on the floor with slight tremors.

"They are lapdogs. They can't deny an order from an alpha," I explain with disgust.

Sarah nods weakly and I can tell she's still in a great amount of shock. I sigh but I try to be understanding. After all this experience is nothing to me. Not even a real threat to my life. Even in my near-death experiences I'm over it in a few seconds, I need to move on quickly. But Sarah isn't like me. She's not use to experiences like this.

"Can you stand?" I ask Sarah watching her carefully.

"I don't know," answers Sarah truthfully.

Her face scrunches up as she looks unsure. I'm not sure how to deal with this myself. I don't know how to give comfort or reassurance. Hell, I bet Ironhide would be better at this than me.

"Do you need…. help?" I ask unsure and reluctant.

I hope she says no because I'm unsure what to do.

"I'll like to say no but my legs aren't responding," replies Sarah honestly.

I resist the urge to sigh as I put a hand out. She stares at my hand and I look down to see blood on my gloved hands. It's not my blood though. It's the blood of my victims. The sight doesn't bother me at all. It's a normal occurrence. A reminder that I'm different to society. I'm a killer and always will be. I start to retract my hand. I rather not face rejection after all this. Surprisingly I feel something warm and soft grab my hand. I freeze, stiffening up staring at the snow white hand, a stark contrast to my cold blooded glove. It shocks me so much all I can do is blink stunned. I'm tempted to take my glove off to feel human contact that's not cold and harsh but I know that's a childish notion. Instead I follow the arm up to see Sarah's relieved, grateful face. She has a small smile on her face. There's not even a hint of disgust despite the blood, despite knowing the hands she holds is that of a cold killer. She still shows illogical trust. I help her stand pulling her up but then legs wobble making me act on instinct. On instinct I move closer to her and she clutches my arm with one hand as she holds Annabelle with the other. I put my arm around her back and under arm to further support.

"I'm okay. I'm okay. My legs just feel weak," reassures Sarah.

"Maybe you should sit down," I suggest.

"No. Not in here. I don't want to be here any longer. I want to leave," denies Sarah stubbornly.

I can see the determination in her eyes. I nod in understanding. I walk towards the exit slowly so her legs can keep up. Not many people pay attention to us with all the people running around. We leave the building and we see many police around a few ambulances in case anyone needs treatment. A medic guy spots us almost instantly and his eyes go to the baby. His eyes widen before he jogs over.

"Ma'am do you need help?" asks the paramedic.

"I'm fine," denies Sarah.

"She was in shock but she's mostly out of it. The most she has is bruises, it's more of the fear than anything else," I explain.

The paramedic looks at me seriously and nods.

"Let's get you and your baby checked out," says the paramedic.

"Do you need help in-" starts the medic but I cut him off.

"I've got it," I refuse, shaking my head.

I may be extremely uncomfortable having someone this close to me but now that she is, I want to make sure she reaches the ambulance securely. The paramedic nods and leads the way to the back of his ambulance. Sarah sits down at the back of the ambulance almost collapsing onto it. The moment she's secure I step away to the side but still close. The paramedic puts a weighted blanket over Sarah's shoulders to help with the shock as he asks Sarah a few questions, including asking to check on Annabelle. Sarah refuses at first the paramedic reassures Sarah that he's not going to take her away and he's just going to check for any injuries right here in front of her. Sarah relents and the paramedic checks Annabelle over. Me and Sarah watch with a careful eye.

"Great news. She's perfectly healthy. That's pretty miraculous given how fragile babies are. Here you go," says the medic, handing Annabelle back over to Sarah.

"And you? Are you okay?" questions the medic.

"I'm fine. My job involves similar experiences," I explain discreetly.

The man nods asking no further questions and turns back to Sarah.

"I'm going to strongly recommend therapy due to this experience. It will help you get through any insecurities you may have," says the medic.

I scoffed out loud, thinking about my own experiences with a therapist. Sarah nods, ignoring my reaction.

"Stay right there. I'm going to get you some water," orders the paramedic before he leaves.

"I told you I was fine. My legs even feel better now," says Sarah grinning.

She's okay… good. My eyes narrow at her, knowing she's okay as my earlier anger returns dully.

"Sarah…" I say gaining her attention.

"Hmm?" hums Sarah before looking towards me.

She freezes seeing my serious face.

"Don't you ever involve yourself in one of my fights again, got it?" I growl serious.

She keeps her eyes locked on mine and she nods at me. I'm angry that she involved herself but I'm relieved she's okay. I turn my head away satisfied with her answer. I look out to the many police cars. I should feel unsettled with this many cops around but I know that they are paying no attention to me. I go to turn back to Sarah and Annabelle but something catches my attention. A police car among a load of police cars. I'm being paranoid right? But something feels off. I stand straighter and I take a step forward to investing.

"Will? Will!" shouts Sarah.

I turn my head to see Ironhide in his alt mode, stopping behind the police barricade. Lennox is already getting out before Ironhide is even fully stopped.

"Sarah!" shouts Lennox worried.

Concern is etched onto his face clearly and he looks like he'll plow through any obstacle to get to Sarah and Annabelle. Sarah shoots off running to Lennox holding Annabelle, the weighted blanket left behind. They meet halfway and embrace, both looking emotional.

"Sarah, are you okay? How's Annabelle?" questions Lennox rapidly as he holds her face in his hands.

"We're fine. We're okay, we're both okay," reassures Sarah with a watery smile.

I look away from the scene. This emotion is too much for me. It's uncomfortable to look at. I look over to where the police car is but it's gone. I look back over to the Lennox's and Lennox is holding Annabelle, showering her with loving kisses. She's getting the love and attention every child should have, every child but me. I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts but the unrelenting pain in my chest stays and my head hurts like something is clamped down on it. I need to go. I can't stay here. Ambulances and police around, people crying and stressed out. I don't usually stay for the aftermath. I took Sarah's keys earlier, there's no way she can drive in her condition. I make my way to the car, blending into the crowd easily, keeping my head down. Sarah and Annabelle will be with Lennox and Ironhide. They will look after them. Besides I need my own space right now. Although I refuse to admit it, especially out loud, now that it's over, the entire encounter has left me feeling something I haven't in a while.…. unsettled.

I sit in the car and buckle myself in. I look into the car mirror to see myself. I scowl at my own reflection, looking at the flawless skin. It doesn't matter how it's dressed or covered up…. a monster is still a monster. I aggressively rub away the foundation covering up my scar until it comes off, revealing my scar. The skin is angrily red from the harsh treatment. I can pretend and play dress up but at the end of the day, I'm not a normal human going dress shopping. I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing. I feel bitterness build up. This…. all of this…. is a mistake.

—-

Silence…. Silence is deafening. Silence is suffering. Torture: To be left alone with ones thoughts. Silence use to be my constant companion. A two edged sword. Silence meant safety. It means everything is clear. That there is no danger. But it means there's no distractions from the spiralling thoughts, the emptiness. Recently I've been distracted by others so I haven't had to be alone in silence with my thoughts. But now that I am….. it's suffocating. Silence is a cruel trap. A trap inside my mind. Silence is suffocating. I am suffocating.