"Yup, just a guy."
Faye stared down at Miles, asleep on the expensive hotel mattress, snoring. She wrinkled her nose in disgust.
What ever baffled me about him? She thought. But she knew the minute he opened his eyes she would be reminded.
She almost laughed in surprise. The florescent street lamp outside shining on Miles's face made his hair seem
almost.... green. Faye backed up, startled, and then shook her head.
Don't think about them, Faye! She thought. Don't even color associate. Leave it be.
Glancing at the clock next to the bed, she pulled on her clothes, adjusted her hair and left, shutting the door quietly
so as not to wake Miles. She wanted to get this one by herself, just to see if she could do it.
Her new outfit of black rustled as she walked down the hall and waited for an elevator. Her old attire of cheery yellow
had been discarded once she took the job, but Faye didn't miss them all that much. Her new profession required a type of
stealth that her previous bright garments would have never allowed.
Once outside, she slipped on her sunglasses. The residents of upper-class Mars gave her strange looks as they
passed her, taking their dogs for their late night walk. She didn't even notice. She had somewhere to go and something to do;
there was no time to scare off old rich people. She had to hurry if she wanted to do this before Miles woke up and beat her to
it.
Faye looked down at the sheet of paper she pulled from her heavy handbag.
SUITE 56, PLASMA HOTEL
She cringed thinking about the snooty man who had handed her the paper after dinner the other day. Drunk, grabby,
rich, hated by so many. Especially his wife, a girl younger than Faye, who wanted his money. Faye admired the woman, she
knew what she wanted in life, and was willing to go to any measures to get it.
She smiled at the young man in the elevator and told him her floor. She could feel his eyes going up and down her
back. It was just as well; he would be quick to come to her defense if someone suspected her. Faye gave the man another
smile as she walked out of the elevator and down the hall. She stopped in front of a door.
SUITE 56
This is it, she said to herself. Her hand rested on the doorknob. Faye took a deep breath. She hadn't done this
before. She had always just lured the man (or woman) to a secluded spot, and let Miles do the dirty work. But, she really
wanted to do it this time. She didn't want to have to depend on Miles.
He still scared the shit out of her. His eyes, his hair, his body, his whole disposition. In short, the man freaked her
out. The little voice in the back of her mind told her to get far away from him, as soon as possible.
Faye noticed she was still standing there, her hand getting slippery from the cold sweat that was leaking from her
hand.
Chill, Faye! She told herself. This is nothing new to you, you've done this plenty of times! Why should now be any
different? Go. Go now before you lose your nerve. Go NOW.
She twisted the doorknob with a jerk and flung herself into the richly furnished room. Her food ticket was standing at
a bar to the side, in a silk robe. The whole smelled like old man, whiskey, and strong cologne. She nearly choked; the stench
was so hideous.
The man turned, the soft light accentuating his deep wrinkles. He smiled, his tobacco-stained teeth protruding in all
directions. Faye could barely keep her dinner in her stomach.
"Ah, Miss Heartly, I knew you would come."
Faye inwardly cringed at her lame alias. It was Miles's idea.
"Why don't you make yourself comfor-"
He stopped in midsentence. He stared down the barrel of Faye's gun, shaking.
Maybe he'll die of a heart attack and I won't have to do anything, Faye thought.
"P-please, I'm too important, I'll give you anything! M-my house, m-my cars, my e-estates, m-m-my m-money-"
Faye stopped him short, pressing her gun harder against his skull, mostly to keep her own hands from shaking.
"I'm getting your money for doing this, you old fart."
His eyes went wide.
Faye drew in her breath as she did her courage.
CLAP!
The silencer on her gun made the shot sound like a large wooden board falling on the floor.
She watched in numb horror as the man slumped to the floor, blood spewing from his head. She stepped off to the
bathroom to change into her other set of clothes, leaving the blood soaked ones on the floor. She threw her blond wig in the
sink as she stepped out of the bathroom to the main one, where the man's body still lay.
Carefully stepping over it, she left the suite, locking the door behind her. She calmly walked to the elevator again,
repeating the ritual with the boy in the elevator.
The minute she was outside, she walked down an alley. She leaned against the brick wall of the nearby building and
took in deep breaths to steady herself. Suddenly she stood up, walking briskly out of the alley and down the street back to the
hotel where Miles was.
She didn't feel bad at all. Probably because she had done it so many times before. But this was the first time that
she had gotten paid to do it. In fact...it almost felt good. The whole rush, the fright, the exhilaration. She knew now why Miles
had always insisted on doing it. He just didn't want her to have any fun!
Miles. Thank god she wouldn't need him for much longer. All she needed him for now was to get her name known.
Then she could get away from him. Despite her recent murder, she felt relieved. Soon she would be completely on her own.
And that was exactly what she wanted.
Faye opened to door to her and Miles's room, only to be faced with Mile's black eyes glaring at her in intense rage.
He was half dressed, his undone tie swinging from around his neck.
She stepped back, frightened.
He grabbed her shirt, yanking her into the room and slamming the door.
"Don't you EVER do that again."
Faye looked at him in fear, hoping to look innocent as she defended herself.
"Do what?"
"That. I know what you did, so don't try to fool me. The police are all the case. Now get your things and let's get out
of here."
Faye continued to look at him.
"NOW!"
Faye got her things and stuffed them into her suitcase hastily.
Two minutes later, they were downstairs, Miles paying and dragging her out onto the street and hailing a taxi, his arm
tightly around her shoulders the whole time.
Faye sat quietly in the back of the taxi, flinching as Miles's grip became tighter. He leaned down and mumbled
threateningly in her ear.
"Once we get away from here, you're in big trouble."
Faye froze. Somehow Miles's word terrified her on a level that Jet's identical ones hadn't even come close to.
a/n: Hiya!!! 56 reviews, woo hoo! I love you guys, you know that, right?
Cambridge, lovey duck! (See? I told you Blooknaburg, all Cambridge needed was some love!) You thought I was older? Heh,
that's funny! Most people I know think I'm immature! So, I'm curious, how old EXACTLY did you think I was? Really, I'd like to
know. And really, pumpkin pie, I didn't mean for you to lighten the load, just be nicer about it. Because if you see something
wrong and you're like, "Oh, she's young, I'll let it go..." I'll never get better! I really don't like sucking at things, and I'm counting
on you to help make me better!! And Spike gets girls thrown at him everyday, plus Faye AND Julia, so why would I ever do
that? Jet, on the other hand....he needs some love. JUST LIKE YOU! ^.^ And evil popcorn? Never. Never ever. Popcorn is
wonderful, fluffy, white, almost like clouds or chunky snowflakes! Then again, it would be a good cover up to do their evil
deeds.... No one would ever suspect....hmmm. But a world without pickles? HALLAUAH! Nasty icky pickles..... Oh, and one
more thing, you said my first chapter was something? That means it's good, I know that. But does that mean that the other
ones suck? ......Lets just call it a compliment and leave it at that.
RY! Honey! I was waiting for someone to guess my birthday! ^.^ Yep, I was almost a New Years baby, (52 days till Christmas
and 59 days till my birthday!) but oh well. And no! Not less presents, more! Or at least it seems that way.....I get MAD
amounts of presents on Christmas, because I get to open my early birthday presents then. I don't mean to brag, but I get the
BEST presents ^.^ Last year, I had this little rinky-dink bulletin board that I put all the pictures of my friends and family and
cards and playbills and other stuff on it. So come Christmas day, I find this HUGE bulletin board- that my dad made for me!!
And then there was the time my uncle made me those personalized book ends, and the time when I got a Nintendo, AND a
game boy, when I didn't ask for either of them, and when I got my kitty, and the BEST time when I got a $100 gift certificate to
Barnes and Nobles. That was awesome. Oh and huggles? Football players? Eeeew. I think I'll stick to snuggles ^.^ This is
getting really long, so I'll wrap this up. Remember, you're cooler to me than an ice cube in the middle of summer!
Cowgirl and Blooknaburg! My FAVORITE peoples in the whole wide world! Cowgirl, hurry up and write the first chapter of our
story! I hope you and Mr. Butterfly are doing okay, tell him I said HI!!! I'll go talk to you for real now, in THE SUITE!! And
remember: I LOVE YOU!!! Blooknaburg! Yes, no one takes Ein for a walk, so he needed to stretch those stubby little legs of
his! And, Gabbyalyabbalabalie, that's a new one..... See ya later!
As for everybody else, THANK YOU! Especially sugar bliss, aww shucks, ya think so? Thank you so much, you are very very
nice :) And Faye's Emerald Eyes, thank GOD I'm not the only one! And ya know what, caffeine usually has an opposite effect
on me, it's so weird. I found out this one time when I was sharing a room with my brother, and I had like 3 cans of regular coke
and dr. pepper and I was OUT at 10:00 and I hadn't done anything all day. My brother on the other hand, had only had one can
of coke and was literally BOUNCING off the walls. HE didn't get to bed until 4 in the morning. But Vanilla Coke gets me like,
BOING! But I love it so much! Soooo...BIG SMOOCHES!! ^.^
Faye stared down at Miles, asleep on the expensive hotel mattress, snoring. She wrinkled her nose in disgust.
What ever baffled me about him? She thought. But she knew the minute he opened his eyes she would be reminded.
She almost laughed in surprise. The florescent street lamp outside shining on Miles's face made his hair seem
almost.... green. Faye backed up, startled, and then shook her head.
Don't think about them, Faye! She thought. Don't even color associate. Leave it be.
Glancing at the clock next to the bed, she pulled on her clothes, adjusted her hair and left, shutting the door quietly
so as not to wake Miles. She wanted to get this one by herself, just to see if she could do it.
Her new outfit of black rustled as she walked down the hall and waited for an elevator. Her old attire of cheery yellow
had been discarded once she took the job, but Faye didn't miss them all that much. Her new profession required a type of
stealth that her previous bright garments would have never allowed.
Once outside, she slipped on her sunglasses. The residents of upper-class Mars gave her strange looks as they
passed her, taking their dogs for their late night walk. She didn't even notice. She had somewhere to go and something to do;
there was no time to scare off old rich people. She had to hurry if she wanted to do this before Miles woke up and beat her to
it.
Faye looked down at the sheet of paper she pulled from her heavy handbag.
SUITE 56, PLASMA HOTEL
She cringed thinking about the snooty man who had handed her the paper after dinner the other day. Drunk, grabby,
rich, hated by so many. Especially his wife, a girl younger than Faye, who wanted his money. Faye admired the woman, she
knew what she wanted in life, and was willing to go to any measures to get it.
She smiled at the young man in the elevator and told him her floor. She could feel his eyes going up and down her
back. It was just as well; he would be quick to come to her defense if someone suspected her. Faye gave the man another
smile as she walked out of the elevator and down the hall. She stopped in front of a door.
SUITE 56
This is it, she said to herself. Her hand rested on the doorknob. Faye took a deep breath. She hadn't done this
before. She had always just lured the man (or woman) to a secluded spot, and let Miles do the dirty work. But, she really
wanted to do it this time. She didn't want to have to depend on Miles.
He still scared the shit out of her. His eyes, his hair, his body, his whole disposition. In short, the man freaked her
out. The little voice in the back of her mind told her to get far away from him, as soon as possible.
Faye noticed she was still standing there, her hand getting slippery from the cold sweat that was leaking from her
hand.
Chill, Faye! She told herself. This is nothing new to you, you've done this plenty of times! Why should now be any
different? Go. Go now before you lose your nerve. Go NOW.
She twisted the doorknob with a jerk and flung herself into the richly furnished room. Her food ticket was standing at
a bar to the side, in a silk robe. The whole smelled like old man, whiskey, and strong cologne. She nearly choked; the stench
was so hideous.
The man turned, the soft light accentuating his deep wrinkles. He smiled, his tobacco-stained teeth protruding in all
directions. Faye could barely keep her dinner in her stomach.
"Ah, Miss Heartly, I knew you would come."
Faye inwardly cringed at her lame alias. It was Miles's idea.
"Why don't you make yourself comfor-"
He stopped in midsentence. He stared down the barrel of Faye's gun, shaking.
Maybe he'll die of a heart attack and I won't have to do anything, Faye thought.
"P-please, I'm too important, I'll give you anything! M-my house, m-my cars, my e-estates, m-m-my m-money-"
Faye stopped him short, pressing her gun harder against his skull, mostly to keep her own hands from shaking.
"I'm getting your money for doing this, you old fart."
His eyes went wide.
Faye drew in her breath as she did her courage.
CLAP!
The silencer on her gun made the shot sound like a large wooden board falling on the floor.
She watched in numb horror as the man slumped to the floor, blood spewing from his head. She stepped off to the
bathroom to change into her other set of clothes, leaving the blood soaked ones on the floor. She threw her blond wig in the
sink as she stepped out of the bathroom to the main one, where the man's body still lay.
Carefully stepping over it, she left the suite, locking the door behind her. She calmly walked to the elevator again,
repeating the ritual with the boy in the elevator.
The minute she was outside, she walked down an alley. She leaned against the brick wall of the nearby building and
took in deep breaths to steady herself. Suddenly she stood up, walking briskly out of the alley and down the street back to the
hotel where Miles was.
She didn't feel bad at all. Probably because she had done it so many times before. But this was the first time that
she had gotten paid to do it. In fact...it almost felt good. The whole rush, the fright, the exhilaration. She knew now why Miles
had always insisted on doing it. He just didn't want her to have any fun!
Miles. Thank god she wouldn't need him for much longer. All she needed him for now was to get her name known.
Then she could get away from him. Despite her recent murder, she felt relieved. Soon she would be completely on her own.
And that was exactly what she wanted.
Faye opened to door to her and Miles's room, only to be faced with Mile's black eyes glaring at her in intense rage.
He was half dressed, his undone tie swinging from around his neck.
She stepped back, frightened.
He grabbed her shirt, yanking her into the room and slamming the door.
"Don't you EVER do that again."
Faye looked at him in fear, hoping to look innocent as she defended herself.
"Do what?"
"That. I know what you did, so don't try to fool me. The police are all the case. Now get your things and let's get out
of here."
Faye continued to look at him.
"NOW!"
Faye got her things and stuffed them into her suitcase hastily.
Two minutes later, they were downstairs, Miles paying and dragging her out onto the street and hailing a taxi, his arm
tightly around her shoulders the whole time.
Faye sat quietly in the back of the taxi, flinching as Miles's grip became tighter. He leaned down and mumbled
threateningly in her ear.
"Once we get away from here, you're in big trouble."
Faye froze. Somehow Miles's word terrified her on a level that Jet's identical ones hadn't even come close to.
a/n: Hiya!!! 56 reviews, woo hoo! I love you guys, you know that, right?
Cambridge, lovey duck! (See? I told you Blooknaburg, all Cambridge needed was some love!) You thought I was older? Heh,
that's funny! Most people I know think I'm immature! So, I'm curious, how old EXACTLY did you think I was? Really, I'd like to
know. And really, pumpkin pie, I didn't mean for you to lighten the load, just be nicer about it. Because if you see something
wrong and you're like, "Oh, she's young, I'll let it go..." I'll never get better! I really don't like sucking at things, and I'm counting
on you to help make me better!! And Spike gets girls thrown at him everyday, plus Faye AND Julia, so why would I ever do
that? Jet, on the other hand....he needs some love. JUST LIKE YOU! ^.^ And evil popcorn? Never. Never ever. Popcorn is
wonderful, fluffy, white, almost like clouds or chunky snowflakes! Then again, it would be a good cover up to do their evil
deeds.... No one would ever suspect....hmmm. But a world without pickles? HALLAUAH! Nasty icky pickles..... Oh, and one
more thing, you said my first chapter was something? That means it's good, I know that. But does that mean that the other
ones suck? ......Lets just call it a compliment and leave it at that.
RY! Honey! I was waiting for someone to guess my birthday! ^.^ Yep, I was almost a New Years baby, (52 days till Christmas
and 59 days till my birthday!) but oh well. And no! Not less presents, more! Or at least it seems that way.....I get MAD
amounts of presents on Christmas, because I get to open my early birthday presents then. I don't mean to brag, but I get the
BEST presents ^.^ Last year, I had this little rinky-dink bulletin board that I put all the pictures of my friends and family and
cards and playbills and other stuff on it. So come Christmas day, I find this HUGE bulletin board- that my dad made for me!!
And then there was the time my uncle made me those personalized book ends, and the time when I got a Nintendo, AND a
game boy, when I didn't ask for either of them, and when I got my kitty, and the BEST time when I got a $100 gift certificate to
Barnes and Nobles. That was awesome. Oh and huggles? Football players? Eeeew. I think I'll stick to snuggles ^.^ This is
getting really long, so I'll wrap this up. Remember, you're cooler to me than an ice cube in the middle of summer!
Cowgirl and Blooknaburg! My FAVORITE peoples in the whole wide world! Cowgirl, hurry up and write the first chapter of our
story! I hope you and Mr. Butterfly are doing okay, tell him I said HI!!! I'll go talk to you for real now, in THE SUITE!! And
remember: I LOVE YOU!!! Blooknaburg! Yes, no one takes Ein for a walk, so he needed to stretch those stubby little legs of
his! And, Gabbyalyabbalabalie, that's a new one..... See ya later!
As for everybody else, THANK YOU! Especially sugar bliss, aww shucks, ya think so? Thank you so much, you are very very
nice :) And Faye's Emerald Eyes, thank GOD I'm not the only one! And ya know what, caffeine usually has an opposite effect
on me, it's so weird. I found out this one time when I was sharing a room with my brother, and I had like 3 cans of regular coke
and dr. pepper and I was OUT at 10:00 and I hadn't done anything all day. My brother on the other hand, had only had one can
of coke and was literally BOUNCING off the walls. HE didn't get to bed until 4 in the morning. But Vanilla Coke gets me like,
BOING! But I love it so much! Soooo...BIG SMOOCHES!! ^.^
