Perilous
Chapter One
Cammie POV
Southern Europe, Somewhere In Greece
"You said it was up to me! You said the gun was mine!" I screamed, turning away from him.
"Well, I lied. You should know that, my pretty little Chameleon. You're the best of us all." He lifted the ponytail I'd been forced to wear and pulled on it, causing my head to fall back against his shoulder.
I fought the urge to hiss through my teeth as his eyes connected with mine, those bright, awful, evil green eyes. "You said I could trust you." The words weren't sad or pleading or regretful, but threatening.
"Oh, baby." He pouted slightly before growling into my ear. "No one can trust anyone."
And before I could bite back a reply, his lips were attacking my neck and shoulder in a crazed frenzy.
"You're mine, you know that? You will never escape me, no matter how fast you run." He kissed me roughly on the lips before returning to my neck.
"Zion?" I gasped out.
He hissed, biting just above my collar bone. "What?"
"You're right." Suddenly my voice was level and cold, not gasping and breathless with pleasure. "No one can trust anyone."
And without warning, I reached up and grabbed two fistfuls of his chocolate brown locks, pulling down as I brought my knee up, slamming his head against the bone.
"No one." I glared at his lifeless body as it fell to the floor.
I slipped out of the stupid dress I was wearing, sliding into my usual leather pants and black zip-up bodysuit top, along with my leather high heeled boots. I left my top unzipped a bit and got rid of the pink gloss that covered my mouth and used bright red lipstick instead. Finally, I took out my ponytail, shaking my waist-length blonde hair out.
"Blasted ponytail," I grumbled under my breath.
Turning around, my hands grabbed two guns from the dozens of weapons strapped to and hidden in my outfit, one for each hand.
My eyes were drawn to Zion's body still lying on the floor.
Narrowing my eyes as he began to stir, I kicked him in the head once more before turning to the elevator.
"Forget completing 50 missions. I'm getting the fuck out of here."
"Devil's Cherry," One of the guards watched with awe and attraction as I walked out of the elevator. He was obviously new. And younger than the others.
"Where's Zion?" The other guard questioned. He looked familiar, but considering the standard guard uniform only showed eyes, I couldn't exactly tell. Actually, I probably could, I just didn't care enough.
"The fuck do you care?" My eyebrows raised in annoyance as I tucked the guns I was holding back into their holsters.
His hands tightened around his gun. I recognized it as a Bushmaster BA50 black bolt action rifle. Nice weapon. Long-range accuracy. A little large for my taste, though. "I care because if anything happened to the asshole, the mistress would have my head."
"True, but I wouldn't be calling him an asshole if I were you. Even if he is one, don't call him that. He'd kill you in a second. And if he didn't, he'd have me kill you."
The guard shrugged, though I saw him tense slightly. "I'm his most skilled and experienced bodyguard. If he kills me or orders you to do so, so be it. It's not like any of us are living anyway. Plus, I'd rather be a victim of homicide than deal with his ass all the time."
I nodded, knowing the feeling. "Still, I would seriously stop calling him an ass if I were you. I already knocked him out. When he wakes he'll be furious and will probably murder you if he hears that."
"What? You knocked Zion out?" He demanded.
"Ooh, here comes the fun part." A sick smile spread across my face.
The guard ignored my insanity and instead pointed his gun at my chest.
"Whoa, now there's a weapon."
"What game are you playing at, Nightshade?"
I shrugged as if it were obvious. "Zion screwed up my mission, I got pissed, I knocked him out, and now I'm getting out of here."
He growled. "You haven't completed 50 kills. You can't go anywhere. And I'm not going to let you."
His finger started to clench on the trigger when I ducked and kicked my leg out, knocking him to the ground.
Apparently the new guard was really new because when I knocked the other guard out, he came running at me.
"You really think you can kill me, kid?" I cocked an eyebrow.
With no response, he punched me across the face. I barely flinched.
I nodded, flicking a strand of my hair back. "Nice punch, but I'm stronger than that."
And with no current remorse, I came at him. He held his own. He was trained well. But not well enough.
He got in a few good blows and only missed my shoulder by a hair's breadth when shots were fired. But once I picked up the other guards gun and pointed it at his head, he was gone.
Not giving the body a second glance, I emptied the bullets from the gun and slipped them into a hidden compartment in my pants before throwing the weapon aside as I picked up one of my guns, a Beretta M9.
Assessing the scene, I noticed a red light blinking on the first guard's belt.
My eyes snapped up as I heard at least a dozen sets of feet running toward my location. The first couple of men appeared at the end of the hall. The others were close behind.
"Fuck," I whispered, whipping my hair out of my face as my finger wiped a bit of blood from my mouth.
"Nightshade!" The man at the front yelled, a pistol, a Beretta 92, pointed at me. "Stop right there! Don't move!"
That resulted in an eye-roll from me.
He caught sight of the bodies. "What've you done?"
"Chill out. The older one is alive. The younger one put up a fight. Had to kill him. Pity, though. He would have been such an asset." I tsked.
"That's it! Hands up! Down on your knees!"
When all I did was raise an eyebrow, he yelled again.
"Hands up, Chameleon! On your knees! Now!" The man fired a shot above my head.
"Ooh, getting antsy now, aren't we?" I simply walked forward, slowly coming closer to the group. "Do any of you know how I got my nicknames? Chameleon...I can blend into any surrounding. You wouldn't see me coming. Ever. Nightshade...I am seemingly harmless, charming you with my beauty and familiar appearance. But as soon as you take a bite..." I smiled knowingly with a small chuckle, twirling my gun through my hands. "And of course, Devil's Cherry." My voice conveyed the name as if it were a praise, something they all knew. "Once again, I look harmless...I taste sweet, like a simple topping of a milkshake- the final luxury. And then comes the unexpected sourness. The flavor that kills...mercilessly, with no emotion. No self-consciousness. No fear. No pain. And least of all..." I appeared in front of the head guy, locking my eyes with his amber ones to never turn away. Ever. "No remorse."
And before anyone could react, before anyone could breathe, I lifted my gun and shot the man between the eyes.
The fight started as soon as the gunshot rang out. And I sprang into action.
One came at me on my right- I grabbed the arm coming toward me and twisted it before ducking as a punch was thrown at my head. My leg kicked out and knocked two men down. But there were still plenty more.
With expert aim, I pulled the trigger on my gun three times, hitting two in the chest and one in the head. Feeling movement behind me, I swung my leg around in a strong roundhouse kick and hit my attacker with a heel palm strike to the chin, lifting his head up.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a punch coming my way and ducked, letting the fist hit the other guy.
Winking at the puncher flirtatiously, I said, "Thanks", before hitting his skull with the heel of my boot. He went falling to the floor.
The others were taken down easily, either with a snap of a neck or a shot to the chest.
When all I had were bodies crumbling around me and hardly a scratch penetrating my skin, I rolled my neck around, hearing a satisfying crack as I breathed out. "Nice workout."
Pulling a small contraption out of one of my pockets, I pulled a string on it and threw it behind me, hearing a light "tick tick tick"
Stepping over the bodies and chaos, I stepped out of the building.
"Devil's Cherry, what-" The guard on the left began before my hands lifted my guns up and shot both him and his fellow guard on the right.
In front of me, a voice said, "Don't move. Drop your weapons and put your hands above your head."
Looking up, my eyes connected to familiar green eyes. They were so familiar I almost shot the man, but then a smirk lifted my lips. It wasn't him. This man's curly brown hair was longer and his eyes didn't hold such evil. He was dressed in a tailored suit and had a gun pointed at my chest- a brand new Beretta 92.
My smirk widened as I assessed him. I had never thought I would meet him, but here he was. "You must be the other one."