Deadly Seduction Chapter One. By EternalSenshi. I don't own SM. Please R&R. He almost lost something important...
Note: Not all people are comfortable with killing for a living, and I respect that. I just wanted to show what it would be like if someone did choose that.
Serena Gawthrop put on her sunglasses, and brushed back her short black hair. She readjusted the gun in front of her, and looked out the scope.
"Come on, come on," she whispered. "You son of a bitch, where are you?"
She moved quickly, finding her target, the dark, greasy haired drug and mass weapon dealer Phillipo Argleas, walking out of the Hotel Casana. He straightened his collar, and looked around. His rugged bodyguards stood, keeping careful watch.
"Yeah, you ass," Serena murmured. "Sleep with me so I can kill you, that's how things work you fiend."
Serena wrapped her pointer finger around the trigger. "Sayounara," she whispered, and pulled the trigger. Phillipo got hit straight in the forehead, and landed sprawled on the ground. One of the bodyguards pointed up to where Serena lay set up with her equipment. Quickly, she shot again. The bodyguard's limbs flailed, and he landed in a florist's display. Petals floated all over his corpse.
"Score!" Serena said. Screams resounded in the villa, with loud footsteps or running women and children growing louder with the realization that two men had just been sniper shot. Satisfied, Serena quickly shoved the gun into her bag, hoisted the bag onto her shoulder, and ran down the fire escape.
"Come on, Andy, you jackass, where are you?" she muttered, looking for the van. "If you don't come-"
A white van drove up at the bottom of the stairs in the middle of the crowded alley. "Sere! Hurry!" a male voice called out.
Serena jumped off of the ladder, and grabbed the sliding door. "Don't call me, Sere, jerk."
"Woo-hoo! Man, you look like a babe! How did he-" Andy Foreman was cut off when Serena opened a switchblade and held it at his neck. The cold metal was pressed against his flesh firmly, so that any sudden movements would draw crimson drops down the steel.
"Do not call me 'babe'." Serena growled, taking off her black haired wig, and throwing it to the floor. "I am no pig. Do you understand me?"
Andy didn't move. Serena pressed the knife deeper into his flesh, drawing his blood. It streamed down the blade, staining the polished steel.
"I said, do you understand me?" she repeated, her teeth clenched in anger.
Andy nodded carefully. Serena pulled the switchblade away, folded it, and put it back in her bra. "Now, step on it."
The van sped through the alley, and skidded into the villa. Phillipo's other bodyguards ran after the van, but Andy pressed the accelerator, and they sped into another alley.
"Sere, grab your gun. They're following us." Andy said, looking in the rearview mirror.
"Already on it, and don't call me Sere!" Serena cried. "Or they'll have trouble finding the bullet lodged in your brain." She snapped the barrel into place, rolled down her window, and waited, her gun ready to fire. She cocked the barrel, and kept an eye on the black limo behind her.
"Is it firing?" he asked.
A shot whizzed by Serena's ear, and another bullet shattered the glass in the back window, lodging into the glove compartment.
"Now it is." Serena said, and opened fire. The driver of the limo got a bullet in the chest, but wasn't affected.
"Fuck me!" Serena cursed herself for not realizing that terrorists would usually be wearing bulletproof vests. The driver of the limo took this happily, and sped up behind them.
"Can't this junk bucket go faster?" Serena cried.
"I'm going as fast as the government will allow me!" Andy called back.
"Screw the government!" Serena screamed. "You think this guy is following the damn law?!"
The limo was just about the crash into their back bumper. Serena was pretty sure he was smiling.
"Damn!" Serena cried. "Oh, well, always use your head." She aimed quickly, and shot the driver straight in the forehead. He swerved, speeding faster and faster, pushing the van with it's front.
"FLOOR IT!!" she screamed. Not wanting to make her madder than she already was, Andy stepped on it. The limo skidded sideways, and got stuck in the alley.
"I wasted a perfectly good bullet." Serena muttered.
"Oh relax. You have twenty million others." Andy said. "My glove compartment!"
"Your glove compartment?" Serena cried, sitting back inside. "I just saved your ass, you're going at almost a hundred and fifty mph, and you're worried about your glove compartment?!"
"I just got it fixed after last time!" Andy said.
Serena, fed up with Andy's whining, grabbed the glove compartment door, using her boots as leverage, yanked the door off, and threw it out the window. She rolled the window up, satisfied by watching the glove compartment bounce away down the alley.
"Hey!" Andy cried, turning to Serena. He swerved.
"Watch the road!" Serena screamed.
Andy collided with a wall, and Serena bounced out of her seat, and her seat flew backwards, causing Serena to flail her limbs, and her leg broke through the window, leaving several large and bloody cuts.
"Damn it Andy!" Serena cried, trying to pull her leg back in. "Learn how to fucking drive!"
Andy yanked Serena's body close to his, so that all of her limbs were back inside. His head was close to hers. "You smell nice," he murmured.
Out came the switchblade, pressed to his crotch instead of his neck.
"Right," Andy said, immediately letting go.
"Let's get on the plane and go home." Serena said.
"What am I going to say to the government?"
"Tell them what you always do- it's your fault."
"Right." Andy turned to the front, and started the car again. "So, you're not going to cut me?"
"Nah. Too many bags for your body parts. Plus, there'd be the part about getting through customs." Serena said.
Andy gulped, but continued driving.
"Welcome back, Miss Gawthrop," a stewardess said, winking.
"Hello, Mina." Serena said, faking a smile. She never really smiled at people anymore.
"You nail him?" Mina Harte asked. Mina was the one who reported Serena's kills to the agency, and served as a junior assassin on airplanes, so if someone wanted to hijack, she'd be there. The major killings were left only to Serena. When Serena had finished a said killing, she would get on the plane earlier than anyone else, and report.
"Unless anyone can survive my shot to the head, yes." Serena said. She began limping to her regular seat.
Mina gasped. "Your leg!"
"It's nothing." Serena said. "Don't worry about it." She sat down and pushed the seat back to a comfortable position. "Don't seat any bratty kids next to me. I'd hate to kill them."
"As usual, Miss Gawthrop." Mina said, saluting. She walked down the hall, leaving Serena by herself. A few minutes later, Andy plopped down next to her.
"Well, we've got a few minutes before the passengers arrive," he commented.
Serena groaned. "Go away Andy. I don't want to scare any little children by shooting you."
Andy sighed. "I'm sorry about freaking out about the glove compartment. And for not driving."
"Andy, your driving is horrendous. I've been admitted into the driving accidents wing so many times, they're going to name it after me. I'm losing so much blood, we ought to call your van the bloodmobile."
Andy smiled. "You're trying to be funny."
"No, I'm serious. They're really naming it after me." Serena snapped. "Go away, Andy."
Andy stared at her. "This is my sixth time driving you, Miss Daisy, and you've been really stubborn and cruel the whole damn time."
"Well, you're no Morgan Freeman." Serena said. "Look, I have things in my life that I don't want told. And you don't need to be a nosy bastard."
Andy sighed, and opened his mouth, but Serena held up and hand. "Don't speak anymore. Just sit back, keep your damn mouth shut, and only speak when we're back in D.C." She turned away, staring at the closed window. She seemed so wistful to Andy, so he opened his mouth.
"After six trips, I wonder, why do you keep the window closed?"
Serena groaned loudly. "What did I just say?"
"All right, all right, no need to be a huffy bitch." Andy turned to see passengers coming on board. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
Serena turned uncomfortably, feeling blood from her wound squish around in her leather boot. Oh, fuck, she thought angrily. She looked around, but noticed that with all the people around, it was too late to get up and wash it off. She twisted uncomfortably, hating the feeling of her own bodily fluid squished in her toes.
Mina came back, smiling. "The bosses want to see you when you come back."
"Thanks." Serena said, a grimace contorting on her face.
Mina giggled. "Do you want to go wash up?"
"No, I'm fine." Serena said. "Just drug Andy so he doesn't wake up."
"Sure." Mina said. "Do you want headphones for the featured movie?"
"What movie?"
"True Lies."
"Pass."
"All right. Enjoy your flight." Mina walked away, performing her stewardess duties.
"See? You should be like her." Andy said.
"You are so lucky there are people around." Serena grabbed his pillow, and put it under her head.
"Hey!"
"Shut up." She closed her eyes, wanting to fall asleep, when she felt a hand tug at her short leather dress.
"Damn it, Andy, I-" She looked to see a little boy staring at her, his brown eyes wide and inquisitive.
"Yes?" Serena asked.
"My daddy said that you're an assa- assai-"
"Assassin." Andy said. He winked. "She is."
Serena rolled her eyes. Her blonde, trademark hairstyle always gave her away in airplanes.
The boy's mouth opened in a silent gasp. "W-wow!"
"Yeah, I am." Serena said in a bored, droning tone. "I kill the bad people so the good people can live and pay taxes, yadda yadda yadda..."
"Wow!" The boy was livid with excitement.
"She's saved the world." Andy said.
Serena had to hand it to him - Andy was good with kids.
"Lady, lady!"
Serena looked down at the boy again. "Yeah?"
"My mommy said you look like a cheap whore."
"Jonathan!" a woman's voice rang out, and she grabbed her son by the hand. "I'm so sorry about this."
"It's all right." Andy said.
Serena stood up. "A word, ma'am." She stood up next to the woman's ear, and whispered, "I may look like a cheap whore as you so kindly put it, but at least I don't gossip lie you. I kill people who gossip like you every day. Don't make me go over my quota."
The woman turned red. "Hurry up, Jonathan," the mother snapped, and pulled her son away.
He waved. "Bye nice lady!"
Andy chuckled. "Kids love you."
"Shut up. They're na•ve little brats." Serena snapped. She put her head on the pillow again, and closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep.
"Hurry up, Sere!" Andy called.
"You want to carry my bags? And remember, asshole, you do NOT call me Sere!" Serena snapped, trying to carry two huge duffel bags and walk across Dulles Airport.
"We're going to be late!"
"All right!" Serena hoisted the bags on her shoulder, and began running across the airport. She stopped when she saw that Andy had taken the keys from the Budget Rent-A-Car center.
"No! NO! I am NOT riding in the same car with you driving, Andrew Foreman!" Serena cried.
"You have no choice." Andy said. "Relax, we're not being tailed, so I'll drive carefully."
"Like I trust you." Serena said. "Andy I wouldn't ride in the same car with you no matter what!"
"I can't believe I'm riding in the same car with you." Serena said, folding her arms across her chest.
"Relax. We haven't crashed yet."
"YET."
Andy pulled into the parking lot, and parked at the far end. "We're home."
Serena moved her foot, feeling the blood run through her toes. She winced. "Damn it," she cursed under her breath.
"You can wash up after seeing the bosses." Andy said. "I'll take your guns in."
"Andy, I swear, if you drive like that again on our next mission, where I end up with no leg, remember that my switchblade knows your blood type and is thirsty for more." Serena said, slamming the van door. She propped up her leather boot on the car's foothold, and zipped her boot down. "The last thing I needed was blood in my leather boots."
Another guy walked past her, running his hand through his ebony locks. He spied Serena's hands running down her somewhat bloodied leg, eyeing her short leather dress, and her butt sticking out in the open air. The leather was embracing her butt tightly, and he felt a thought coming over him that he couldn't let pass up, even if it was a little perverse.
There are times in a man's life where the call of nature takes over instead of maturity, reason, and even sanity. This happened to be one of those times.
The guy walked up to her, slapping her butt as he passed, and said, "Hey, Toots."
Serena's eyes widened. Before the guy could do or say anything, Serena had her .50 caliber pistol held at him. "Who the fuck gave you the right to touch my ass?" she demanded. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
He shivered. "L-look! I-I-I was just having fun-!"
"Do you think that I find it fun?" she whispered murderously. "Demeaning girls is fun for you?"
"N-no!"
"Too late buster," she said. She wrapped her fingers around the trigger. "By shooting off your 'manhood', maybe you'll learn."
He laughed. "You wouldn't."
"Oh, wouldn't I?"
He closed his eyes, frozen to the spot, shaking.
"BANG!"
The guy opened one eye cautiously, relieved to see that the gun hadn't been fired, and that his crotch was still intact. Serena was standing in front of him, one hand on her hip, the other arm bent, holding the gun up by her ear. She laughed a little. "That'll teach you," she said, and briskly walked past him. As she walked towards the building, two other men walked by her, noticing the same things that the first guy did. Just as they were about to try their game of slapping it, Serena fired her gun into the air. Startled, the two men jumped and stood frozen.
Serena chuckled. "Hello again, boys."
"Morning, Serena," the two said dejectedly.
The almost-eunuch came up to the two. "You know that crazy bitch?"
"Know her?" one of them said, surprised. "She's only the best assassin in the world! It's a good thing she's on our side!"
"I heard she broke the world record for the most people killed!" the other guy said.
Again, the first guy ran his hand through his hair. "So that's Serena Gawthrop." All three watched her walk inside the building, the glass doors closing behind her.
"All right, I need to get stats for the next target, I need bandages, and someone get every drop of blood out of these boots, please! Blake! Charlie!"
"In the office, Miss Gawthrop." The secretary looked down again as Serena burst into their office. The two looked up, a little bewildered by Serena's appearance - her hair mussed and her leg and hands all bloody.
"Serena, what happened to your leg?" Blake asked, trying not to laugh.
"Fire that Andrew!" Serena cried. "He crashed again, and I nearly flew out the window!"
Charles sighed. "Serena, we can't fire Andy. He's the fastest driver we've seen, and we need him to get you out of dangerous situations as fast as possible."
"Did you check his crash record?" she demanded.
The two bosses looked at each other, and shrugged.
Serena threw up her hands in frustration. "I'm working completely solo next time."
"No, Serena, you can't." Blake said. "So, we want you to meet someone."
The door opened, and in stepped the guy from the parking lot. Serena's eyes widened. "You can't be serious!"
"Serena, meet Darien Shields. Darien, this is the lovely Sere-"
"We've met." Darien interrupted.
"Well, if it isn't ass boy. Tell me, do you like your parts intact?" she said with a smirk. She turned to Blake and Charles. "No, no, no! I will not have anyone with me!"
"Serena-" Blake started.
"There's no way I'm going to go through any of that!"
"Serena-"
"I work alone, all right? Alone!"
"Serena! Darien is your partner! End of discussion!" Charles roared.
Serena stopped, her mouth agape.
"I hope to work well with you, Miss Gawthrop," Darien said.
"Hell no!" Serena screamed. "I don't need a partner!"
"We can't afford you getting caught, Serena. You need someone to cover you." Charles insisted firmly.
Serena stared at them, her mouth gaping like a fish. "You've gone mental. I don't need a partner. I'm a one woman terminator!"
"I don't want any more arguments." Charles said angrily.
"Serena, it's not that we don't trust your ability, it's just that we'd feel much safer if someone was with you."
Serena groaned and stormed out of their office. Blake had to hide his smile while Charles shook his head. "She's really much better once you get to know her." Blake said.
"Oh, I'm sure." Darien said, not sure what he was getting into.
"Anyway, Shields, this is the key to your hotel room. Get ready, because we're sending you on the flight to Barbados this afternoon." Charles said, handing him a key.
"Yes, sir." Darien said, and left the office.
Blake smiled. "They make such a cute couple."
"Oh, cut the crap, Blake. She's going to murder him and you know it." Charles said.
"What's the big deal? Serena's going to learn from him, and he's going to learn from her. She needs to get more in touch with her florist side. She won't even go near him if they're in different hotel rooms." Blake sighed and bent over his graphs. "Plain and simple."
"I guess," Charles said, resigned. They worked on their charts for a few minutes, then Blake looked up. "By the way, what room is Serena in?"
"214."
"Oh," said Blake. He studied the graph for a few seconds, then looked up yet again. "What room did you give Shields?"
Charles' eyes met Blake's. "You didn't give him Serena's spare, did you?" Blake asked.
They looked at each other for a few seconds, then dropped everything, running out of the office. "Shit! She is going to kill him!" Blake yelled.
Darien unlocked his door, stepped inside, and dropped his bags. He had finally gotten to D.C., only to be paired with a homicidal maniac. If he didn't watch himself, he would definitely end up dead, or even worse, a eunuch. He unbuttoned his shirt and took off his undershirt, gazing all around the room. It was a lot better than the flea motels he stayed at on his trainee missions. This time, it was for real. He was working with Serena Gawthrop. He was working with the most beautiful female assassin in the world. With her long, buff yellow hair, and her Caribbean blue eyes, and those perfect pouty pink lips...
He decided it was best to take a shower before the plane ride, and walked into the bathroom, not surprised to hear the shower going. "Hello?" he asked, knowing what to expect. In every motel and hotel room he stayed in, his friends had always sneaked in, turning on the shower and pretending it was someone else's room, so Darien would have no place to sleep, then would jump out in raincoats and surprise him. Childish, but that was the academy.
"A-HA!" Darien cried, pulling the curtain aside. His eyes grew large as he realized that his friends weren't standing there. Instead, taking a shower was a very wet, naked, soapy and gorgeous homicidal maniac - who turned around to see Darien staring at her body, and in the process, getting hard.
Serena screamed loud enough to break windows. Darien yelled too, and left the bathroom, feeling very uncomfortable with his hard-on. He ran and collapsed on the bed, slamming the pillow over his ears, He'd been dreaming, he hadn't Serena naked, even though she had the body of a goddess - a taut stomach and perfectly round breasts resting comfortably on her chest - and he groaned with his thoughts.
He looked up again, noticing there were no shower sounds from the bathroom. He breathed a sigh of relief when he thought he really had been dreaming - until someone emerged from the bathroom.
Serena, clad in a fluffy yellow towel, walked over to the bed, her long hair leaving droplets of water on the teal carpeting. "Darien," she whispered huskily as she came over to the bed, and climbed upon it. As he watched nervously, she straddled his body, crawling closer to his face.
"You're not off to a good start, are you?" she whispered.
Darien nodded, and his eyes were drawn to her hand going down her towel, and her breasts sticking out -
His eyes became the size of dinner plates as he saw he pull out a knife, and cut down, only missing his crotch by one millimeter.
"If you ever do that to me again, I swear, I'll kill you," she said angrily. "Got it?"
Darien nodded weakly. Serena got off of him, and walked back to the bathroom. "Get those mental pictures out of your head, you perverted bastard. I see that hard-on you've got," she commented as she walked back into the bathroom and locked the door.
Blake and Charles arrived a couple of seconds later, to see Darien still sitting, frozen to the bed, the knife still sitting in front of him.
"Well, at least she didn't kill him," Blake commented.
This may seem OOC for Serena, but just read on, her character will be explained in later chapters.
DS is going on hiatus as I prepare for finals, and get ready for my trip to Orlando. Since you WYSSYB guys made me feel guilty, here's what I've planned. After my trip, if I have nothing, then that's the end of the story. If I have something, I'll keep going. Sound good? Great.
R&R if you like this chapter, please! I have lots more coming, but if no one likes it, then no more posts. I'll just write it for the hell of it. ;)
See you at chapter two.
EternalSenshi
Note: Not all people are comfortable with killing for a living, and I respect that. I just wanted to show what it would be like if someone did choose that.
Serena Gawthrop put on her sunglasses, and brushed back her short black hair. She readjusted the gun in front of her, and looked out the scope.
"Come on, come on," she whispered. "You son of a bitch, where are you?"
She moved quickly, finding her target, the dark, greasy haired drug and mass weapon dealer Phillipo Argleas, walking out of the Hotel Casana. He straightened his collar, and looked around. His rugged bodyguards stood, keeping careful watch.
"Yeah, you ass," Serena murmured. "Sleep with me so I can kill you, that's how things work you fiend."
Serena wrapped her pointer finger around the trigger. "Sayounara," she whispered, and pulled the trigger. Phillipo got hit straight in the forehead, and landed sprawled on the ground. One of the bodyguards pointed up to where Serena lay set up with her equipment. Quickly, she shot again. The bodyguard's limbs flailed, and he landed in a florist's display. Petals floated all over his corpse.
"Score!" Serena said. Screams resounded in the villa, with loud footsteps or running women and children growing louder with the realization that two men had just been sniper shot. Satisfied, Serena quickly shoved the gun into her bag, hoisted the bag onto her shoulder, and ran down the fire escape.
"Come on, Andy, you jackass, where are you?" she muttered, looking for the van. "If you don't come-"
A white van drove up at the bottom of the stairs in the middle of the crowded alley. "Sere! Hurry!" a male voice called out.
Serena jumped off of the ladder, and grabbed the sliding door. "Don't call me, Sere, jerk."
"Woo-hoo! Man, you look like a babe! How did he-" Andy Foreman was cut off when Serena opened a switchblade and held it at his neck. The cold metal was pressed against his flesh firmly, so that any sudden movements would draw crimson drops down the steel.
"Do not call me 'babe'." Serena growled, taking off her black haired wig, and throwing it to the floor. "I am no pig. Do you understand me?"
Andy didn't move. Serena pressed the knife deeper into his flesh, drawing his blood. It streamed down the blade, staining the polished steel.
"I said, do you understand me?" she repeated, her teeth clenched in anger.
Andy nodded carefully. Serena pulled the switchblade away, folded it, and put it back in her bra. "Now, step on it."
The van sped through the alley, and skidded into the villa. Phillipo's other bodyguards ran after the van, but Andy pressed the accelerator, and they sped into another alley.
"Sere, grab your gun. They're following us." Andy said, looking in the rearview mirror.
"Already on it, and don't call me Sere!" Serena cried. "Or they'll have trouble finding the bullet lodged in your brain." She snapped the barrel into place, rolled down her window, and waited, her gun ready to fire. She cocked the barrel, and kept an eye on the black limo behind her.
"Is it firing?" he asked.
A shot whizzed by Serena's ear, and another bullet shattered the glass in the back window, lodging into the glove compartment.
"Now it is." Serena said, and opened fire. The driver of the limo got a bullet in the chest, but wasn't affected.
"Fuck me!" Serena cursed herself for not realizing that terrorists would usually be wearing bulletproof vests. The driver of the limo took this happily, and sped up behind them.
"Can't this junk bucket go faster?" Serena cried.
"I'm going as fast as the government will allow me!" Andy called back.
"Screw the government!" Serena screamed. "You think this guy is following the damn law?!"
The limo was just about the crash into their back bumper. Serena was pretty sure he was smiling.
"Damn!" Serena cried. "Oh, well, always use your head." She aimed quickly, and shot the driver straight in the forehead. He swerved, speeding faster and faster, pushing the van with it's front.
"FLOOR IT!!" she screamed. Not wanting to make her madder than she already was, Andy stepped on it. The limo skidded sideways, and got stuck in the alley.
"I wasted a perfectly good bullet." Serena muttered.
"Oh relax. You have twenty million others." Andy said. "My glove compartment!"
"Your glove compartment?" Serena cried, sitting back inside. "I just saved your ass, you're going at almost a hundred and fifty mph, and you're worried about your glove compartment?!"
"I just got it fixed after last time!" Andy said.
Serena, fed up with Andy's whining, grabbed the glove compartment door, using her boots as leverage, yanked the door off, and threw it out the window. She rolled the window up, satisfied by watching the glove compartment bounce away down the alley.
"Hey!" Andy cried, turning to Serena. He swerved.
"Watch the road!" Serena screamed.
Andy collided with a wall, and Serena bounced out of her seat, and her seat flew backwards, causing Serena to flail her limbs, and her leg broke through the window, leaving several large and bloody cuts.
"Damn it Andy!" Serena cried, trying to pull her leg back in. "Learn how to fucking drive!"
Andy yanked Serena's body close to his, so that all of her limbs were back inside. His head was close to hers. "You smell nice," he murmured.
Out came the switchblade, pressed to his crotch instead of his neck.
"Right," Andy said, immediately letting go.
"Let's get on the plane and go home." Serena said.
"What am I going to say to the government?"
"Tell them what you always do- it's your fault."
"Right." Andy turned to the front, and started the car again. "So, you're not going to cut me?"
"Nah. Too many bags for your body parts. Plus, there'd be the part about getting through customs." Serena said.
Andy gulped, but continued driving.
"Welcome back, Miss Gawthrop," a stewardess said, winking.
"Hello, Mina." Serena said, faking a smile. She never really smiled at people anymore.
"You nail him?" Mina Harte asked. Mina was the one who reported Serena's kills to the agency, and served as a junior assassin on airplanes, so if someone wanted to hijack, she'd be there. The major killings were left only to Serena. When Serena had finished a said killing, she would get on the plane earlier than anyone else, and report.
"Unless anyone can survive my shot to the head, yes." Serena said. She began limping to her regular seat.
Mina gasped. "Your leg!"
"It's nothing." Serena said. "Don't worry about it." She sat down and pushed the seat back to a comfortable position. "Don't seat any bratty kids next to me. I'd hate to kill them."
"As usual, Miss Gawthrop." Mina said, saluting. She walked down the hall, leaving Serena by herself. A few minutes later, Andy plopped down next to her.
"Well, we've got a few minutes before the passengers arrive," he commented.
Serena groaned. "Go away Andy. I don't want to scare any little children by shooting you."
Andy sighed. "I'm sorry about freaking out about the glove compartment. And for not driving."
"Andy, your driving is horrendous. I've been admitted into the driving accidents wing so many times, they're going to name it after me. I'm losing so much blood, we ought to call your van the bloodmobile."
Andy smiled. "You're trying to be funny."
"No, I'm serious. They're really naming it after me." Serena snapped. "Go away, Andy."
Andy stared at her. "This is my sixth time driving you, Miss Daisy, and you've been really stubborn and cruel the whole damn time."
"Well, you're no Morgan Freeman." Serena said. "Look, I have things in my life that I don't want told. And you don't need to be a nosy bastard."
Andy sighed, and opened his mouth, but Serena held up and hand. "Don't speak anymore. Just sit back, keep your damn mouth shut, and only speak when we're back in D.C." She turned away, staring at the closed window. She seemed so wistful to Andy, so he opened his mouth.
"After six trips, I wonder, why do you keep the window closed?"
Serena groaned loudly. "What did I just say?"
"All right, all right, no need to be a huffy bitch." Andy turned to see passengers coming on board. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
Serena turned uncomfortably, feeling blood from her wound squish around in her leather boot. Oh, fuck, she thought angrily. She looked around, but noticed that with all the people around, it was too late to get up and wash it off. She twisted uncomfortably, hating the feeling of her own bodily fluid squished in her toes.
Mina came back, smiling. "The bosses want to see you when you come back."
"Thanks." Serena said, a grimace contorting on her face.
Mina giggled. "Do you want to go wash up?"
"No, I'm fine." Serena said. "Just drug Andy so he doesn't wake up."
"Sure." Mina said. "Do you want headphones for the featured movie?"
"What movie?"
"True Lies."
"Pass."
"All right. Enjoy your flight." Mina walked away, performing her stewardess duties.
"See? You should be like her." Andy said.
"You are so lucky there are people around." Serena grabbed his pillow, and put it under her head.
"Hey!"
"Shut up." She closed her eyes, wanting to fall asleep, when she felt a hand tug at her short leather dress.
"Damn it, Andy, I-" She looked to see a little boy staring at her, his brown eyes wide and inquisitive.
"Yes?" Serena asked.
"My daddy said that you're an assa- assai-"
"Assassin." Andy said. He winked. "She is."
Serena rolled her eyes. Her blonde, trademark hairstyle always gave her away in airplanes.
The boy's mouth opened in a silent gasp. "W-wow!"
"Yeah, I am." Serena said in a bored, droning tone. "I kill the bad people so the good people can live and pay taxes, yadda yadda yadda..."
"Wow!" The boy was livid with excitement.
"She's saved the world." Andy said.
Serena had to hand it to him - Andy was good with kids.
"Lady, lady!"
Serena looked down at the boy again. "Yeah?"
"My mommy said you look like a cheap whore."
"Jonathan!" a woman's voice rang out, and she grabbed her son by the hand. "I'm so sorry about this."
"It's all right." Andy said.
Serena stood up. "A word, ma'am." She stood up next to the woman's ear, and whispered, "I may look like a cheap whore as you so kindly put it, but at least I don't gossip lie you. I kill people who gossip like you every day. Don't make me go over my quota."
The woman turned red. "Hurry up, Jonathan," the mother snapped, and pulled her son away.
He waved. "Bye nice lady!"
Andy chuckled. "Kids love you."
"Shut up. They're na•ve little brats." Serena snapped. She put her head on the pillow again, and closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep.
"Hurry up, Sere!" Andy called.
"You want to carry my bags? And remember, asshole, you do NOT call me Sere!" Serena snapped, trying to carry two huge duffel bags and walk across Dulles Airport.
"We're going to be late!"
"All right!" Serena hoisted the bags on her shoulder, and began running across the airport. She stopped when she saw that Andy had taken the keys from the Budget Rent-A-Car center.
"No! NO! I am NOT riding in the same car with you driving, Andrew Foreman!" Serena cried.
"You have no choice." Andy said. "Relax, we're not being tailed, so I'll drive carefully."
"Like I trust you." Serena said. "Andy I wouldn't ride in the same car with you no matter what!"
"I can't believe I'm riding in the same car with you." Serena said, folding her arms across her chest.
"Relax. We haven't crashed yet."
"YET."
Andy pulled into the parking lot, and parked at the far end. "We're home."
Serena moved her foot, feeling the blood run through her toes. She winced. "Damn it," she cursed under her breath.
"You can wash up after seeing the bosses." Andy said. "I'll take your guns in."
"Andy, I swear, if you drive like that again on our next mission, where I end up with no leg, remember that my switchblade knows your blood type and is thirsty for more." Serena said, slamming the van door. She propped up her leather boot on the car's foothold, and zipped her boot down. "The last thing I needed was blood in my leather boots."
Another guy walked past her, running his hand through his ebony locks. He spied Serena's hands running down her somewhat bloodied leg, eyeing her short leather dress, and her butt sticking out in the open air. The leather was embracing her butt tightly, and he felt a thought coming over him that he couldn't let pass up, even if it was a little perverse.
There are times in a man's life where the call of nature takes over instead of maturity, reason, and even sanity. This happened to be one of those times.
The guy walked up to her, slapping her butt as he passed, and said, "Hey, Toots."
Serena's eyes widened. Before the guy could do or say anything, Serena had her .50 caliber pistol held at him. "Who the fuck gave you the right to touch my ass?" she demanded. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
He shivered. "L-look! I-I-I was just having fun-!"
"Do you think that I find it fun?" she whispered murderously. "Demeaning girls is fun for you?"
"N-no!"
"Too late buster," she said. She wrapped her fingers around the trigger. "By shooting off your 'manhood', maybe you'll learn."
He laughed. "You wouldn't."
"Oh, wouldn't I?"
He closed his eyes, frozen to the spot, shaking.
"BANG!"
The guy opened one eye cautiously, relieved to see that the gun hadn't been fired, and that his crotch was still intact. Serena was standing in front of him, one hand on her hip, the other arm bent, holding the gun up by her ear. She laughed a little. "That'll teach you," she said, and briskly walked past him. As she walked towards the building, two other men walked by her, noticing the same things that the first guy did. Just as they were about to try their game of slapping it, Serena fired her gun into the air. Startled, the two men jumped and stood frozen.
Serena chuckled. "Hello again, boys."
"Morning, Serena," the two said dejectedly.
The almost-eunuch came up to the two. "You know that crazy bitch?"
"Know her?" one of them said, surprised. "She's only the best assassin in the world! It's a good thing she's on our side!"
"I heard she broke the world record for the most people killed!" the other guy said.
Again, the first guy ran his hand through his hair. "So that's Serena Gawthrop." All three watched her walk inside the building, the glass doors closing behind her.
"All right, I need to get stats for the next target, I need bandages, and someone get every drop of blood out of these boots, please! Blake! Charlie!"
"In the office, Miss Gawthrop." The secretary looked down again as Serena burst into their office. The two looked up, a little bewildered by Serena's appearance - her hair mussed and her leg and hands all bloody.
"Serena, what happened to your leg?" Blake asked, trying not to laugh.
"Fire that Andrew!" Serena cried. "He crashed again, and I nearly flew out the window!"
Charles sighed. "Serena, we can't fire Andy. He's the fastest driver we've seen, and we need him to get you out of dangerous situations as fast as possible."
"Did you check his crash record?" she demanded.
The two bosses looked at each other, and shrugged.
Serena threw up her hands in frustration. "I'm working completely solo next time."
"No, Serena, you can't." Blake said. "So, we want you to meet someone."
The door opened, and in stepped the guy from the parking lot. Serena's eyes widened. "You can't be serious!"
"Serena, meet Darien Shields. Darien, this is the lovely Sere-"
"We've met." Darien interrupted.
"Well, if it isn't ass boy. Tell me, do you like your parts intact?" she said with a smirk. She turned to Blake and Charles. "No, no, no! I will not have anyone with me!"
"Serena-" Blake started.
"There's no way I'm going to go through any of that!"
"Serena-"
"I work alone, all right? Alone!"
"Serena! Darien is your partner! End of discussion!" Charles roared.
Serena stopped, her mouth agape.
"I hope to work well with you, Miss Gawthrop," Darien said.
"Hell no!" Serena screamed. "I don't need a partner!"
"We can't afford you getting caught, Serena. You need someone to cover you." Charles insisted firmly.
Serena stared at them, her mouth gaping like a fish. "You've gone mental. I don't need a partner. I'm a one woman terminator!"
"I don't want any more arguments." Charles said angrily.
"Serena, it's not that we don't trust your ability, it's just that we'd feel much safer if someone was with you."
Serena groaned and stormed out of their office. Blake had to hide his smile while Charles shook his head. "She's really much better once you get to know her." Blake said.
"Oh, I'm sure." Darien said, not sure what he was getting into.
"Anyway, Shields, this is the key to your hotel room. Get ready, because we're sending you on the flight to Barbados this afternoon." Charles said, handing him a key.
"Yes, sir." Darien said, and left the office.
Blake smiled. "They make such a cute couple."
"Oh, cut the crap, Blake. She's going to murder him and you know it." Charles said.
"What's the big deal? Serena's going to learn from him, and he's going to learn from her. She needs to get more in touch with her florist side. She won't even go near him if they're in different hotel rooms." Blake sighed and bent over his graphs. "Plain and simple."
"I guess," Charles said, resigned. They worked on their charts for a few minutes, then Blake looked up. "By the way, what room is Serena in?"
"214."
"Oh," said Blake. He studied the graph for a few seconds, then looked up yet again. "What room did you give Shields?"
Charles' eyes met Blake's. "You didn't give him Serena's spare, did you?" Blake asked.
They looked at each other for a few seconds, then dropped everything, running out of the office. "Shit! She is going to kill him!" Blake yelled.
Darien unlocked his door, stepped inside, and dropped his bags. He had finally gotten to D.C., only to be paired with a homicidal maniac. If he didn't watch himself, he would definitely end up dead, or even worse, a eunuch. He unbuttoned his shirt and took off his undershirt, gazing all around the room. It was a lot better than the flea motels he stayed at on his trainee missions. This time, it was for real. He was working with Serena Gawthrop. He was working with the most beautiful female assassin in the world. With her long, buff yellow hair, and her Caribbean blue eyes, and those perfect pouty pink lips...
He decided it was best to take a shower before the plane ride, and walked into the bathroom, not surprised to hear the shower going. "Hello?" he asked, knowing what to expect. In every motel and hotel room he stayed in, his friends had always sneaked in, turning on the shower and pretending it was someone else's room, so Darien would have no place to sleep, then would jump out in raincoats and surprise him. Childish, but that was the academy.
"A-HA!" Darien cried, pulling the curtain aside. His eyes grew large as he realized that his friends weren't standing there. Instead, taking a shower was a very wet, naked, soapy and gorgeous homicidal maniac - who turned around to see Darien staring at her body, and in the process, getting hard.
Serena screamed loud enough to break windows. Darien yelled too, and left the bathroom, feeling very uncomfortable with his hard-on. He ran and collapsed on the bed, slamming the pillow over his ears, He'd been dreaming, he hadn't Serena naked, even though she had the body of a goddess - a taut stomach and perfectly round breasts resting comfortably on her chest - and he groaned with his thoughts.
He looked up again, noticing there were no shower sounds from the bathroom. He breathed a sigh of relief when he thought he really had been dreaming - until someone emerged from the bathroom.
Serena, clad in a fluffy yellow towel, walked over to the bed, her long hair leaving droplets of water on the teal carpeting. "Darien," she whispered huskily as she came over to the bed, and climbed upon it. As he watched nervously, she straddled his body, crawling closer to his face.
"You're not off to a good start, are you?" she whispered.
Darien nodded, and his eyes were drawn to her hand going down her towel, and her breasts sticking out -
His eyes became the size of dinner plates as he saw he pull out a knife, and cut down, only missing his crotch by one millimeter.
"If you ever do that to me again, I swear, I'll kill you," she said angrily. "Got it?"
Darien nodded weakly. Serena got off of him, and walked back to the bathroom. "Get those mental pictures out of your head, you perverted bastard. I see that hard-on you've got," she commented as she walked back into the bathroom and locked the door.
Blake and Charles arrived a couple of seconds later, to see Darien still sitting, frozen to the bed, the knife still sitting in front of him.
"Well, at least she didn't kill him," Blake commented.
This may seem OOC for Serena, but just read on, her character will be explained in later chapters.
DS is going on hiatus as I prepare for finals, and get ready for my trip to Orlando. Since you WYSSYB guys made me feel guilty, here's what I've planned. After my trip, if I have nothing, then that's the end of the story. If I have something, I'll keep going. Sound good? Great.
R&R if you like this chapter, please! I have lots more coming, but if no one likes it, then no more posts. I'll just write it for the hell of it. ;)
See you at chapter two.
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