Conspiracy
Chapter 8
"You son of a bitch…" Raven hissed, never once letting down her guard as she stood in her gridlocked position opposite Brady. Her eyes pierced his, a staring contest already in full flight between the two.
Brady rolled his eyes at her comment and scratched his forehead with his free hand.
"Well, we wouldn't be in this situation if it weren't for you now would we?" Brady said smugly, raising his eyebrow. He clicked his tongue mockingly, tilting his head to the side. "You've been a bad girl Raven."
Raven scowled and shook her head. Shoot him? Don't shoot him. Shoot him? Don't shoot him. Shoot him? Don't shoot him. Brady was lucky that this was eating away at Raven's conscience otherwise he would have been six feet under by now. Usually Raven wouldn't have trouble killing someone, but this time around it was different. She couldn't explain it, and she would probably never be able to, but she seriously doubted that she could kill Brady Black. It just couldn't be done, not even by the greatest DiMera daughter to ever take up post under her father's lead.
Inside the building, Kyra and Matrix were still dancing, though Kyra was getting a little edgy about Raven. It was hard not to wonder what your best friend was up to, especially in which case Raven was going up against a full-fledged secret service agent who was already suspicious of her clan. It was hard not to worry. Matrix sensed her getting edgy and gave her a reassuring pat on the back. Raven surely knew how to take care of herself, there was no doubt about that, but even he had seen the way she was acting when she was dancing with Brady. Neither Kyra nor Matrix had ever seen Raven so out there, perhaps for the first time doing something she actually wanted to do. She could deny all she wanted, but like Mya said, Raven, without a doubt, had the hots for Brady. Kyra wrapped her arms around Matrix's neck as the slowed in pace, and rested her chin on his shoulder. Maybe Kyra could play matchmaker. She wasn't too evil for that; in fact she really wasn't all that evil. She had gotten through her year of training and become a mercenary, but had never actually killed anyone. In fact no one ever did any slaying by hand except for Raven. Mya, Kyra, Matrix and Hawk were a pretty playful, mellow group of people. They didn't regret killing people, and they didn't think it was wrong…it was their life. But they would prefer to lead a normal life as a normal person rather than one where they were in constant 'follow-Raven' mode. Of course they could be living the high life for a while if Raven did dispose of Brady, and that in itself was a whole reason to stay in the crime business. That and the fact that they would, without a doubt, be in jail for life if they gave up their cover and backed out of their dark little world.
Mya sighed and thanked the tall, dark man for the dance. She hadn't had a dance for a long time, though it was perhaps her favorite thing to do with her biggest obsession: guys. She had no steely will like Raven; she couldn't keep her mind on things. She wasn't a cold-blooded killer, and she often wondered why she didn't just wing-it and drop out of her little evil social world. She would probably be scarred for life from her experience as a mercenary, and this of course was the only life that she had every known. Or was it? She often pondered the question. If she had been strictly search and destroy, where had she learned to obsess over boys? Where was her family? Dead of course, at least by the DiMera standards. It appears as though Mya's parents had disappeared in a boating expedition deep in South Africa and never returned. Mya didn't classify them as 'dead', just missing. Had they been mercenaries before her? Or had they been normal folks…
Mya sat down next to Hawk at a table they had claimed on upon their arrival. Hawk was staring straight ahead at the back exit of the dance room. Mya followed his gaze and looked at the small, blue fire exit curiously. In reality, it really wasn't all that interesting a thing to look at. In fact it was probably the blandest sight in the whole room. Mya looked over at Hawk who still had his eyes glued on the door as he fished his hand into his pocket.
"What is it?" Mya asked in a low voice, thinking that maybe Hawk had seen something worthwhile. Hawk pulled his hand out of his pocket and flicked open his pocketknife.
"Nothing you need to worry about." He growled, glaring at the door as if he were attempting to use x-ray vision to see through it. "I'm sure Raven is perfectly fine out there."
"Raven is out there? What is she doing? I thought she was going to give Brady a taste of her pistol tonight."
"He's out there with her." Hawk said, running the edge of his blade against the wooden table.
"Well, her job is almost done then. We'll just have to get the body back and get our paycheck." Mya said, giving Hawk a strange look. "What are you so angry about?"
Hawk shook his head and laughed maniacally to himself, his eyes never leaving the fire exit.
"Raven isn't going to do any killing tonight."
"Of course she is! That's what we came here to do in the first place."
Hawk shrugged his shoulders closed his pocketknife, hiding it in the palm of his hand. "Raven's going soft on us. She's only known Brady for barely ten hours and she's going soft on us. That a$$hole…"
Mya was taken aback by his words and narrowed her eyes in thought, her eyebrows furrowing. "What are you talking about? You mean the fact that she has the hots for someone she's supposed to kill?" She said simply.
Hawk whipped his head around and glared at Mya. "She does not have the hots for him. Raven isn't that kind of person; she has too much power over people. Brady Black must be using some sort of witchcraft. Have you seen the way Raven looks at him? He probably slipped something in that coffee he bought her…"
"Hawk! Will you listen to yourself? Brady is not using witchcraft! Nothing is going to go wrong, Raven had probably already shot the man by now!" She rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation as Hawk slipped deeper into his jealous rage. She stood up and walked off into another corner of the room. Hawk sat stock still for a moment, seemingly recollecting his thoughts. Then he stood up and made a b-line for the emergency exit at the back of the room. He opened in slowly, trying as best he could to keep quiet as he peeked over the side. Brady had his back to him, but Raven was facing him. His eyes widened at the situation Raven was in. He closed the door behind him and stepped out onto the cracked pavement behind the club.
Raven watched in horror as Hawk pulled out a knife and held it up, winking at her. She gave him a warning glance to get back inside. He shook his head and mouthed the words 'I want to help'. Raven tried to will him to get back into the club, but Hawk wasn't budging. He slunk slowly up behind Brady, raising his knife above his head just as he reached Brady's back.
"Hawk, no!" Raven screamed, her cry startling Brady. Brady whipped his head around just in time to see Hawk make the knife come crashing down on his body. Hawk was going mad, and he stabbed Brady repeatedly in his shoulder. Brady gasped in pain, punching Hawk in the face. Hawk hit the floor and stood right back up again, Brady's blood trickling from his knife to his hands. Brady was already doubled over in pain. Hawk smiled deviously and went at him again with his knife.
"What the hell!" Mya screamed, bursting through the fire exit. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight she saw. Hawk was rushing at a crippled Brady as Raven watched helplessly, her revolver clutched in her fist.
Matrix and Kyra came rushing out the door behind Mya.
"Hawk you idiot! What the hell are you doing!" Matrix roared as Hawk raised his arm to strike again.
The next few seconds passed by in slow motion.
Kyra looked over at Raven who had raised her gun and was pointing it at the two men battling it out.
"Oh god, Raven no! Don't!"
Too late. The unmistakable crack of Raven's revolver echoed off the walls of the narrow alleyway. Raven DiMera never missed her target. This was no exception.
Chapter 8
"You son of a bitch…" Raven hissed, never once letting down her guard as she stood in her gridlocked position opposite Brady. Her eyes pierced his, a staring contest already in full flight between the two.
Brady rolled his eyes at her comment and scratched his forehead with his free hand.
"Well, we wouldn't be in this situation if it weren't for you now would we?" Brady said smugly, raising his eyebrow. He clicked his tongue mockingly, tilting his head to the side. "You've been a bad girl Raven."
Raven scowled and shook her head. Shoot him? Don't shoot him. Shoot him? Don't shoot him. Shoot him? Don't shoot him. Brady was lucky that this was eating away at Raven's conscience otherwise he would have been six feet under by now. Usually Raven wouldn't have trouble killing someone, but this time around it was different. She couldn't explain it, and she would probably never be able to, but she seriously doubted that she could kill Brady Black. It just couldn't be done, not even by the greatest DiMera daughter to ever take up post under her father's lead.
Inside the building, Kyra and Matrix were still dancing, though Kyra was getting a little edgy about Raven. It was hard not to wonder what your best friend was up to, especially in which case Raven was going up against a full-fledged secret service agent who was already suspicious of her clan. It was hard not to worry. Matrix sensed her getting edgy and gave her a reassuring pat on the back. Raven surely knew how to take care of herself, there was no doubt about that, but even he had seen the way she was acting when she was dancing with Brady. Neither Kyra nor Matrix had ever seen Raven so out there, perhaps for the first time doing something she actually wanted to do. She could deny all she wanted, but like Mya said, Raven, without a doubt, had the hots for Brady. Kyra wrapped her arms around Matrix's neck as the slowed in pace, and rested her chin on his shoulder. Maybe Kyra could play matchmaker. She wasn't too evil for that; in fact she really wasn't all that evil. She had gotten through her year of training and become a mercenary, but had never actually killed anyone. In fact no one ever did any slaying by hand except for Raven. Mya, Kyra, Matrix and Hawk were a pretty playful, mellow group of people. They didn't regret killing people, and they didn't think it was wrong…it was their life. But they would prefer to lead a normal life as a normal person rather than one where they were in constant 'follow-Raven' mode. Of course they could be living the high life for a while if Raven did dispose of Brady, and that in itself was a whole reason to stay in the crime business. That and the fact that they would, without a doubt, be in jail for life if they gave up their cover and backed out of their dark little world.
Mya sighed and thanked the tall, dark man for the dance. She hadn't had a dance for a long time, though it was perhaps her favorite thing to do with her biggest obsession: guys. She had no steely will like Raven; she couldn't keep her mind on things. She wasn't a cold-blooded killer, and she often wondered why she didn't just wing-it and drop out of her little evil social world. She would probably be scarred for life from her experience as a mercenary, and this of course was the only life that she had every known. Or was it? She often pondered the question. If she had been strictly search and destroy, where had she learned to obsess over boys? Where was her family? Dead of course, at least by the DiMera standards. It appears as though Mya's parents had disappeared in a boating expedition deep in South Africa and never returned. Mya didn't classify them as 'dead', just missing. Had they been mercenaries before her? Or had they been normal folks…
Mya sat down next to Hawk at a table they had claimed on upon their arrival. Hawk was staring straight ahead at the back exit of the dance room. Mya followed his gaze and looked at the small, blue fire exit curiously. In reality, it really wasn't all that interesting a thing to look at. In fact it was probably the blandest sight in the whole room. Mya looked over at Hawk who still had his eyes glued on the door as he fished his hand into his pocket.
"What is it?" Mya asked in a low voice, thinking that maybe Hawk had seen something worthwhile. Hawk pulled his hand out of his pocket and flicked open his pocketknife.
"Nothing you need to worry about." He growled, glaring at the door as if he were attempting to use x-ray vision to see through it. "I'm sure Raven is perfectly fine out there."
"Raven is out there? What is she doing? I thought she was going to give Brady a taste of her pistol tonight."
"He's out there with her." Hawk said, running the edge of his blade against the wooden table.
"Well, her job is almost done then. We'll just have to get the body back and get our paycheck." Mya said, giving Hawk a strange look. "What are you so angry about?"
Hawk shook his head and laughed maniacally to himself, his eyes never leaving the fire exit.
"Raven isn't going to do any killing tonight."
"Of course she is! That's what we came here to do in the first place."
Hawk shrugged his shoulders closed his pocketknife, hiding it in the palm of his hand. "Raven's going soft on us. She's only known Brady for barely ten hours and she's going soft on us. That a$$hole…"
Mya was taken aback by his words and narrowed her eyes in thought, her eyebrows furrowing. "What are you talking about? You mean the fact that she has the hots for someone she's supposed to kill?" She said simply.
Hawk whipped his head around and glared at Mya. "She does not have the hots for him. Raven isn't that kind of person; she has too much power over people. Brady Black must be using some sort of witchcraft. Have you seen the way Raven looks at him? He probably slipped something in that coffee he bought her…"
"Hawk! Will you listen to yourself? Brady is not using witchcraft! Nothing is going to go wrong, Raven had probably already shot the man by now!" She rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation as Hawk slipped deeper into his jealous rage. She stood up and walked off into another corner of the room. Hawk sat stock still for a moment, seemingly recollecting his thoughts. Then he stood up and made a b-line for the emergency exit at the back of the room. He opened in slowly, trying as best he could to keep quiet as he peeked over the side. Brady had his back to him, but Raven was facing him. His eyes widened at the situation Raven was in. He closed the door behind him and stepped out onto the cracked pavement behind the club.
Raven watched in horror as Hawk pulled out a knife and held it up, winking at her. She gave him a warning glance to get back inside. He shook his head and mouthed the words 'I want to help'. Raven tried to will him to get back into the club, but Hawk wasn't budging. He slunk slowly up behind Brady, raising his knife above his head just as he reached Brady's back.
"Hawk, no!" Raven screamed, her cry startling Brady. Brady whipped his head around just in time to see Hawk make the knife come crashing down on his body. Hawk was going mad, and he stabbed Brady repeatedly in his shoulder. Brady gasped in pain, punching Hawk in the face. Hawk hit the floor and stood right back up again, Brady's blood trickling from his knife to his hands. Brady was already doubled over in pain. Hawk smiled deviously and went at him again with his knife.
"What the hell!" Mya screamed, bursting through the fire exit. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight she saw. Hawk was rushing at a crippled Brady as Raven watched helplessly, her revolver clutched in her fist.
Matrix and Kyra came rushing out the door behind Mya.
"Hawk you idiot! What the hell are you doing!" Matrix roared as Hawk raised his arm to strike again.
The next few seconds passed by in slow motion.
Kyra looked over at Raven who had raised her gun and was pointing it at the two men battling it out.
"Oh god, Raven no! Don't!"
Too late. The unmistakable crack of Raven's revolver echoed off the walls of the narrow alleyway. Raven DiMera never missed her target. This was no exception.