Deception
By: Death Chaos and
Fear
Chapter I
Mars; November 17, 2067
Ever since she was thirteen, Faye was always on the Red Dragon payroll. Usually she did jobs like negotiating with other mob bosses, using her seductive ways into convincing local small time triads into joining the Red Dragon triad. She never really second thought the objectives, since they where the ones who took her in when she ran away from home. To her, it was just easy money. The best part of it was, no one knew about her second life. Not even the members of the syndicate. Except for a few.
Faye was flipping through a magazine, looking at the latest fashion. She always knew that someone was dropping the money off at her door. It was always in a white business envelope, with the word 'FAYE' written in big letters. She never knew who delivered the money, and it didn't really occurred to her either. But sometimes she didn't have the urge to find out sometimes. Maybe just to say thanks or to deliver a message. You know, just to know who is handling your money. She looked up at the clock and placed her magazine on the coffee table. She stood up, walked to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it. There was a man, probably twenty-three, getting ready to walk off.
" Hey," she said. " Don't you want to get something to drink?" the man looked at her.
" I don't converse with others." He said, his voice cold. She crossed her arms and chuckled a bit.
" All I'm doing is offering a drink. You don't have to talk if you don't want to." She picked up the envelope. " All I want to do is know who is paying Me." she said as she shook the envelope in front of him. " So?" The man simply nodded and walked inside her apartment. Faye closed the door and headed towards the kitchen. The man sat down on her couch and crossed his arms. " What do you want to drink?"
" Water." Came his reply.
" Ice?"
" No."
" Okay." She poured his glass and walked out the kitchen. She handed him the glass and sat across from him. " So, what's you name?" she asked as he took a sip. He placed the glass softly on the glass top of the coffee table.
" Vicious." Faye cocked an eyebrow.
" Vicious? Is that your real name, or is that some alias?"
" It's whatever you want it to be."
" Ah." She tapped a finger on the chair. " What do you do?"
" What do
you mean?"
" What do you do in the
syndicate? Do you just kill or are you a messenger?"
" I do whatever the Van tell me to do."
" You don't seem as if you do what the Van tell you to do." She stood up. " Are you finished." He nodded as she took the glass. " You know," Faye continued from the kitchen. " You don't seem like someone who likes to talk. You're a very quite person. I wonder if you have a girlfriend?" Faye grinned, waiting for some response. Instead there was a pause.
" If you wish to call her a ' girlfriend '." he began harshly, putting an emphasis on the word girlfriend. " Then she is." Woman trouble? Faye thought to herself.
" What do you think she is?" walked over to the chair she was previously occupying and sat down.
" A rose."
" A rose?" she was confused now. " Why a rose?"
" A rose hold elegance, yet, it can prick a person."
" Ah, I get what you're saying. She's a two timing little lady?"
" If that is what you wish to believe." He stood up. " I have something important that I have to complete." Vicious walked out of the apartment building, closing the door behind him.
" Woman trouble." Faye said.
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AN: This chapter was revised. I'd already typed up chapters 1 – 3 but it just seemed out of proportion. It didn't catch up with the plot; it was more like a… fayebeingweakbylettingviciousdowhathewantswithherlikegettingjiggywititandshehavingguiltandshedosen'twanttokilll type of story. I wanted a more Faye was up for the whole thing. The whole setups until the end when she learned more about Spike and then was having guilt. I think I gave away the ending. Oh well.