Chapter 1
by Jamie
The cigarette drooped from her lips as she searched her coat pockets for a light. She paused, rolled her eyes, and snapped her fingers under her smoke. Bright green flames burst from the tips of her fingers, lighting the cigarette. She relaxed, leaning against the brick wall with her hand hidden in her pockets.
"You do know, that a wicked habit to kick." came an English drawl from the shadows across from her. S man melted forward. The woman took the cigarette from her lips with two fingers and blew its smoke in his face.
"That was an interesting approach back there." he continued, ignoring the smoke.
"Beheading AND cutting his eyes out; very tricky." he smirked, drawing closer. The woman puffed lazily on her smoke and remained silent. The man put his hands on her shoulders, forcing her against the wall.
"Damn-it Marilin!" he snapped. "We were supposed to bring that one back alive!" That hit a nerve. The woman snapped her eyes to meet his and glared. His grip loosened. She took the cigarette from her mouth, expelling smoke off to the side.
"Do you think I give a fuck about Marcus's instructions?" she said in a clam, casual, English accent. She shrugged his hands off her shoulders.
"And you're getting blood in my hair." The man looked down at his now crimson palms.
"Ohhhhh bugger!" he complained, wiping them off on his pants. Marilin smiled and slightly crushed her cigarette under her foot.