Before I get into the story, I have a few little review responses,
since I seem to be ignoring them pretty rudely. So here goes nuthin,
Niriel- I'm glad it kept you awake. Me, I guzzle Iced Tea and eat Pizza like nobodies business to keep me awake, but hey, reading Fanfic works. I definitely plan on updating more.
Scarlett7- Thanks! I actually get that a lot. Potential is apparently my purpose in life. Too bad I never seem to reach it. ;-D
Flyergirl-07- Thank you! You were the 1st person to leave more than one review, and it was deeply appreciated. I hope you keep on liking it. I myself, was not fond of the third chapter. It was too rushed in my view.
Nicole- Yes, I agree with you there; Dally would make an excellent assassin. Actually it wasn't really their personalities that made me think, "Ohmybloodyhell! Dally could be Edwards apprentice," it was more the fact that they look exactly alike. Both are short, slender, silver blonde, pale, and emotionless with icy light blue eyes. I'm one of those people who suffer deeply from obsession, and I just happen to be very obsessed with my adorable little sociopathic nutcase assassin, Edward, and I've been writing about him for several years, Then I stumbled across my paperback copy of the Outsiders, I said, "AhHa! More Fanfic!" So here I am. Yeah, well, I'll shut up now.
MissLKid- Hello, happy to hear you enjoyed, and I will most certainly write more soon.
Livie- Thank you big, big bunches! I hate reading OoCs; they piss me off, so I'm glad to hear I kept Dally mostly in character. I Know I did well with Edward, because I have a helluva lot of practice, but I am seriously happy that I got Dally right too! Anyhow, thank you a lot.
Oblivious Misconception- Thank you and I will! I know Dally's the tough, silent type, and Edward is a manipulative, conniving, secretive bastard, so I tried to work as much information in the story as I could without pulling them out of character. I liked the bug thing too. I hope you continue to enjoy.
ShyXshortieXbabe- Thank you. It didn't feel right to just jump into the story right off, so I used a little bit of crude poetry to kinda fancy it up a little. You know...I'm not very good at that whole concept. But thanks for the kudos none the less. Yeah, lots of people have gotten a kick out of the assassin thing. I'm also glad you enjoyed the fuzzy white caterpillar. I can't figure out what to do with the spacing, but I'll work on it.
Skye Renegarde- Thank you for reviewing, and to answer your protests, "YES! DALLY CAN BE AN ASSASSIN! HE'S...WELL....UHM...HE CAN!" lol. And, HELL NO! who you be talkin to gurl? My Ed boy HATES vampires. He has made it his life goal to destroy the evil bloodsucking assholes. He's just a little bit jealous I think. A very bitchy...oh shit, I can't tell you, it would give away the story. DAMN! Ok, so stick with me, and keep on reading, and I'll tell you why Edward doesn't like vampires. I hope you get back soon, so you can read my updates, I'm having fun here.
Jessie- top giving away parts of the freaking story! I swear you're gonna be the death of me, kid. By the way, like the name. It's my name too. And my best friends name as well. Thank you for reviewing.
Ok, so here you go, it still ain't mine, but what the hell, I enjoy playing with them, It's not like you'd get any money if you sued me anyhow. Yeah, I need a big rubber stamp to put on my forehead that plainly states, "Dirt Broke" Cuz I am. My only possessions in this world are thirteen rabbits, a computer, a couple of C.D.s and a few books. So on with the story, here ya go.
Chapter four
We caught a flight to Saint Louis at five. Edward had me fully clothed and respectable looking. I refused to cut my hair though. It's my hair, and I'll damn well wear it the way I want to. After I was outfitted in a completely new wardrobe, mostly consisting of jeans and T shirts, he had taken me back to the house, grabbed a black duffel bag, and led me out back. I watched him curiously as he pinned a big cardboard target to a bright green cactus, and handed me the duffel. "I want you to try each one until you find the one that fits your hands the best." He said as he stepped back. I tentatively reached into the duffel to find thirteen different guns. What the fuck? What were we doing with thirteen guns? Oh yeah, way to use your head Dal. Assassins usually do have guns. I swear, I am stupid sometimes. The first one I tried I hit the target with, but it was kind of off, and Edward shook his head. "That's a nine mil Beretta; my personal favorite. It's too small for your hands and doesn't suit you at all."
I just shrugged and went through four more in quick succession. Edward shook his head each time. "That's a 10 mil Glock, they're temperamental, and can get downright bitchy when they don't like their handlers." "That's a Ruger. Damn good thing it doesn't like you, fucking paperweight." "How in the hell did a Colt get into that bag? No apprentice of mine is carrying a freakin nickel plated .45. I didn't even know I owned one of those bastards..." "Well, shit. I was hoping you'd like the Heckler. I'll swear by those puppies any damn day." On the sixth try I got a boxy looking black gun that just felt right. I hit the target dead on, and got a surge of appreciation. Edward nodded approvingly. "That's the one. She's a Browning Hi-Power 10 mm. Damn good gun, if you're into the type that bitches you out over nothing. She'll hold 13 shots, or 14 if you carry in the chamber. Now, come on, we'll get you a holster. Tomorrow morning my friend and I will start teaching you how to play with your new toy. We'll see about teaching you to use a knife, too."
I just rolled my eyes. "Edward, I'm a hood. I'm a JD, A greaser, a thug. I can use a fucking knife." He had smiled, but he didn't respond, instead shouldering the duffel and strolling back to the house. I looked down at the gun in my hand. "Well." I said to it finally. "Since you're a girl, according to Edward, and you'll bitch me out for no reason, I think I'll call you Sylvie." With a firm nod I headed back into the house.
Edward had found me a shoulder holster to put my gun in, but had taken it back until we got off the plane. I'd never been on a plane before, so it was kind of a new experience. When the plane landed about 3 hours after it started, I followed Edward off the plane and to luggage claim. He found one of those cart thingies and we loaded all the bags on it. He looked around casually, before looking off into the crowd. His eyes settled on one person, and he pulled his sunglasses off his nose. A beautiful, petite, dark haired woman walked out of the crowd and nodded to him. "Edward." She said stonily. He nodded back. "Anita." She looked me up and down before turning back to Edward. "Kinda young for back up, ain't he?" He smirked. "No. This is my apprentice." Anita shot him a look that could kill. "Great. It's not enough that you're a psychotic nutcase. Now you're making little psychotic nutcases." If Edward had been anyone else he would have looked a little upset, as it was, his smirk just got bigger. "I'm sure you'll get along just fine. He's a Browning fan too." Anita laughed a little. "Well, it's a start." She turned to me and held out a hand. "Hello, I'm Edward's friend, Anita Blake." I shook. "Dallas, but everybody calls me Dally."
She grinned, "Dally it is." I looked her over. She was hot. She was only in her mid twenties or so, which was kinda young, considering. Her hair was waist length and curly, so black it was almost blue. Her eyes were as black as her hair, and her skin was even paler than my own. She was only about 5'2 and a about a hundred pounds even, with curves in just the right places. She was wearing black jeans and Nikes with a red tank top and a short sleeved button down black shirt over it. I was guessing there was a gun under the shirt. There were scars visible on her forearms, leading up to her biceps. She held out her arm for inspection when she noticed me looking. I shrugged and grabbed ahold of her wrist, examining her arm. There was a pinkish burn mark shaped like a cross on her forearm, dragged slightly crooked by 4 long claw marks. Her wrist was slit across three times, and the bend of her elbow was a mass of white scarring. The other arm was almost as bad.
I whistled softly. "You've been through the mill." I murmured. She grinned. "Anita is to Blood thirsty Psychopaths as Brad Pitt is to females." I nodded. "I can get that. Only things I got are scars from knife fights and a few chicken marks from cigarette butts." I shot Edward a dark look. He had taken away my smokes and wouldn't give them back. Anita rolled her eyes. "Men are all idiots." She pronounced. Edward, in turn, shot her a look that plainly stated, "Yeah, whatever." Anita smirked. "You know I'm right. Men are all idiots, overly needy, self obsessed, or asssholes, there is no other way for them to be. Richard is an asshole, Jean Claude is an idiot, Asher is self obsessed, and Nathanial and Jason are overly needy." She pointed a finger at me. "You are an idiot," she turned to Edward. "And you are an asshole." Edward winced. "Great, I get delegated to the same category as the fuzz ball."
Anita rolled her ayes "Well, I don't know about being an idiot, but where I grew up, playing Chicken and fighting were time honored traditions. And if you didn't play chicken, you were chicken, and if you were chicken, you were jumped by Greasers. And if you got jumped by your own gang, you were dead. So I played a lot of games of chicken." I shrugged good naturedly. She rolled her eyes. "I hope you got the "I'm not chicken" thing out of your system, cuz around here...I just don't think you've got what it takes to be dominant. Even Edward's a lesser around here." I shot him a "what the fuck is this girl on about" look, and he smiled evilly. "Anita runs a pack of werewolves, and takes care of a pack of wereleopards, as well as raises zombies, helps the cops, and fucks master vampires. She's the most dominant bitch in the city. No other preternatural female around can top her. I'm not considered pack. According to Jason, I'm the wind outside the cave." Anita smiled softly. "But even the trees themselves bow before the wind." Her smile got bigger. "They didn't touch each other; she never said they didn't talk to one another." She chuckled slightly and shook her head.
"Well, come on. Jean Claude wants to talk to you before we start busting Hyena balls. I think he wants to be sure you're not here to kill me or something." Edward cocked a brow. " haven't tried to kill you in ages." She shrugged. "I know, but apparently our little idiot is worried. He's waiting at the circus." I shot them both a look that stated the words, "Ya'll are crazy!" loud and clear. "We're going to the circus to see this Jeannie guy?" Anita nodded. "Yeah, but it ain't like any circus you've ever seen." I shrugged. Whatever. If you've seen one circus, you've seen them all. Lions and tigers and trapeze artists. I had no clue how wrong I was.
Niriel- I'm glad it kept you awake. Me, I guzzle Iced Tea and eat Pizza like nobodies business to keep me awake, but hey, reading Fanfic works. I definitely plan on updating more.
Scarlett7- Thanks! I actually get that a lot. Potential is apparently my purpose in life. Too bad I never seem to reach it. ;-D
Flyergirl-07- Thank you! You were the 1st person to leave more than one review, and it was deeply appreciated. I hope you keep on liking it. I myself, was not fond of the third chapter. It was too rushed in my view.
Nicole- Yes, I agree with you there; Dally would make an excellent assassin. Actually it wasn't really their personalities that made me think, "Ohmybloodyhell! Dally could be Edwards apprentice," it was more the fact that they look exactly alike. Both are short, slender, silver blonde, pale, and emotionless with icy light blue eyes. I'm one of those people who suffer deeply from obsession, and I just happen to be very obsessed with my adorable little sociopathic nutcase assassin, Edward, and I've been writing about him for several years, Then I stumbled across my paperback copy of the Outsiders, I said, "AhHa! More Fanfic!" So here I am. Yeah, well, I'll shut up now.
MissLKid- Hello, happy to hear you enjoyed, and I will most certainly write more soon.
Livie- Thank you big, big bunches! I hate reading OoCs; they piss me off, so I'm glad to hear I kept Dally mostly in character. I Know I did well with Edward, because I have a helluva lot of practice, but I am seriously happy that I got Dally right too! Anyhow, thank you a lot.
Oblivious Misconception- Thank you and I will! I know Dally's the tough, silent type, and Edward is a manipulative, conniving, secretive bastard, so I tried to work as much information in the story as I could without pulling them out of character. I liked the bug thing too. I hope you continue to enjoy.
ShyXshortieXbabe- Thank you. It didn't feel right to just jump into the story right off, so I used a little bit of crude poetry to kinda fancy it up a little. You know...I'm not very good at that whole concept. But thanks for the kudos none the less. Yeah, lots of people have gotten a kick out of the assassin thing. I'm also glad you enjoyed the fuzzy white caterpillar. I can't figure out what to do with the spacing, but I'll work on it.
Skye Renegarde- Thank you for reviewing, and to answer your protests, "YES! DALLY CAN BE AN ASSASSIN! HE'S...WELL....UHM...HE CAN!" lol. And, HELL NO! who you be talkin to gurl? My Ed boy HATES vampires. He has made it his life goal to destroy the evil bloodsucking assholes. He's just a little bit jealous I think. A very bitchy...oh shit, I can't tell you, it would give away the story. DAMN! Ok, so stick with me, and keep on reading, and I'll tell you why Edward doesn't like vampires. I hope you get back soon, so you can read my updates, I'm having fun here.
Jessie- top giving away parts of the freaking story! I swear you're gonna be the death of me, kid. By the way, like the name. It's my name too. And my best friends name as well. Thank you for reviewing.
Ok, so here you go, it still ain't mine, but what the hell, I enjoy playing with them, It's not like you'd get any money if you sued me anyhow. Yeah, I need a big rubber stamp to put on my forehead that plainly states, "Dirt Broke" Cuz I am. My only possessions in this world are thirteen rabbits, a computer, a couple of C.D.s and a few books. So on with the story, here ya go.
Chapter four
We caught a flight to Saint Louis at five. Edward had me fully clothed and respectable looking. I refused to cut my hair though. It's my hair, and I'll damn well wear it the way I want to. After I was outfitted in a completely new wardrobe, mostly consisting of jeans and T shirts, he had taken me back to the house, grabbed a black duffel bag, and led me out back. I watched him curiously as he pinned a big cardboard target to a bright green cactus, and handed me the duffel. "I want you to try each one until you find the one that fits your hands the best." He said as he stepped back. I tentatively reached into the duffel to find thirteen different guns. What the fuck? What were we doing with thirteen guns? Oh yeah, way to use your head Dal. Assassins usually do have guns. I swear, I am stupid sometimes. The first one I tried I hit the target with, but it was kind of off, and Edward shook his head. "That's a nine mil Beretta; my personal favorite. It's too small for your hands and doesn't suit you at all."
I just shrugged and went through four more in quick succession. Edward shook his head each time. "That's a 10 mil Glock, they're temperamental, and can get downright bitchy when they don't like their handlers." "That's a Ruger. Damn good thing it doesn't like you, fucking paperweight." "How in the hell did a Colt get into that bag? No apprentice of mine is carrying a freakin nickel plated .45. I didn't even know I owned one of those bastards..." "Well, shit. I was hoping you'd like the Heckler. I'll swear by those puppies any damn day." On the sixth try I got a boxy looking black gun that just felt right. I hit the target dead on, and got a surge of appreciation. Edward nodded approvingly. "That's the one. She's a Browning Hi-Power 10 mm. Damn good gun, if you're into the type that bitches you out over nothing. She'll hold 13 shots, or 14 if you carry in the chamber. Now, come on, we'll get you a holster. Tomorrow morning my friend and I will start teaching you how to play with your new toy. We'll see about teaching you to use a knife, too."
I just rolled my eyes. "Edward, I'm a hood. I'm a JD, A greaser, a thug. I can use a fucking knife." He had smiled, but he didn't respond, instead shouldering the duffel and strolling back to the house. I looked down at the gun in my hand. "Well." I said to it finally. "Since you're a girl, according to Edward, and you'll bitch me out for no reason, I think I'll call you Sylvie." With a firm nod I headed back into the house.
Edward had found me a shoulder holster to put my gun in, but had taken it back until we got off the plane. I'd never been on a plane before, so it was kind of a new experience. When the plane landed about 3 hours after it started, I followed Edward off the plane and to luggage claim. He found one of those cart thingies and we loaded all the bags on it. He looked around casually, before looking off into the crowd. His eyes settled on one person, and he pulled his sunglasses off his nose. A beautiful, petite, dark haired woman walked out of the crowd and nodded to him. "Edward." She said stonily. He nodded back. "Anita." She looked me up and down before turning back to Edward. "Kinda young for back up, ain't he?" He smirked. "No. This is my apprentice." Anita shot him a look that could kill. "Great. It's not enough that you're a psychotic nutcase. Now you're making little psychotic nutcases." If Edward had been anyone else he would have looked a little upset, as it was, his smirk just got bigger. "I'm sure you'll get along just fine. He's a Browning fan too." Anita laughed a little. "Well, it's a start." She turned to me and held out a hand. "Hello, I'm Edward's friend, Anita Blake." I shook. "Dallas, but everybody calls me Dally."
She grinned, "Dally it is." I looked her over. She was hot. She was only in her mid twenties or so, which was kinda young, considering. Her hair was waist length and curly, so black it was almost blue. Her eyes were as black as her hair, and her skin was even paler than my own. She was only about 5'2 and a about a hundred pounds even, with curves in just the right places. She was wearing black jeans and Nikes with a red tank top and a short sleeved button down black shirt over it. I was guessing there was a gun under the shirt. There were scars visible on her forearms, leading up to her biceps. She held out her arm for inspection when she noticed me looking. I shrugged and grabbed ahold of her wrist, examining her arm. There was a pinkish burn mark shaped like a cross on her forearm, dragged slightly crooked by 4 long claw marks. Her wrist was slit across three times, and the bend of her elbow was a mass of white scarring. The other arm was almost as bad.
I whistled softly. "You've been through the mill." I murmured. She grinned. "Anita is to Blood thirsty Psychopaths as Brad Pitt is to females." I nodded. "I can get that. Only things I got are scars from knife fights and a few chicken marks from cigarette butts." I shot Edward a dark look. He had taken away my smokes and wouldn't give them back. Anita rolled her eyes. "Men are all idiots." She pronounced. Edward, in turn, shot her a look that plainly stated, "Yeah, whatever." Anita smirked. "You know I'm right. Men are all idiots, overly needy, self obsessed, or asssholes, there is no other way for them to be. Richard is an asshole, Jean Claude is an idiot, Asher is self obsessed, and Nathanial and Jason are overly needy." She pointed a finger at me. "You are an idiot," she turned to Edward. "And you are an asshole." Edward winced. "Great, I get delegated to the same category as the fuzz ball."
Anita rolled her ayes "Well, I don't know about being an idiot, but where I grew up, playing Chicken and fighting were time honored traditions. And if you didn't play chicken, you were chicken, and if you were chicken, you were jumped by Greasers. And if you got jumped by your own gang, you were dead. So I played a lot of games of chicken." I shrugged good naturedly. She rolled her eyes. "I hope you got the "I'm not chicken" thing out of your system, cuz around here...I just don't think you've got what it takes to be dominant. Even Edward's a lesser around here." I shot him a "what the fuck is this girl on about" look, and he smiled evilly. "Anita runs a pack of werewolves, and takes care of a pack of wereleopards, as well as raises zombies, helps the cops, and fucks master vampires. She's the most dominant bitch in the city. No other preternatural female around can top her. I'm not considered pack. According to Jason, I'm the wind outside the cave." Anita smiled softly. "But even the trees themselves bow before the wind." Her smile got bigger. "They didn't touch each other; she never said they didn't talk to one another." She chuckled slightly and shook her head.
"Well, come on. Jean Claude wants to talk to you before we start busting Hyena balls. I think he wants to be sure you're not here to kill me or something." Edward cocked a brow. " haven't tried to kill you in ages." She shrugged. "I know, but apparently our little idiot is worried. He's waiting at the circus." I shot them both a look that stated the words, "Ya'll are crazy!" loud and clear. "We're going to the circus to see this Jeannie guy?" Anita nodded. "Yeah, but it ain't like any circus you've ever seen." I shrugged. Whatever. If you've seen one circus, you've seen them all. Lions and tigers and trapeze artists. I had no clue how wrong I was.