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Memory Fails Me
Chapter 7- "The True Noir" - ep.10
Police Station-
The first part of our assignment is to take out a corrupt cop named Maurice Rubik. He is being transported to the station on misdemeanor battery charges. We are supposed to complete the hit there.
Mireille is dressed in a lavender dress suit and heels while I am dressed in a navy business suit with a white blouse and red tie. I carry a newspaper that I hide my beretta handgun in. We go different ways into the station.
As I enter the station I go up the stairs. As I come up the stairs I turn left and see somebody lying on the floor in front of me. I get a funny feeling and for a moment my vision turns red. I close my eyes. Why am I feeling this way? Something bad has happened...and it feels like I know what it is...
Mireille comes upon me and gives a small gasp. She stares over at me and we exchange a look. I nod. Together we whip around the corner with our guns drawn. We find Maurice Rubik dead and slumped against the wall with his hands still handcuffed in front of him. The guards that were escorting him are dead too. I notice a knife blade sticking from one of the men's bodies. I look at it...it seems like I should know who did this...it seemed very familiar to me...Why?
I look over at my partner who looks very upset...
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Apartment-
We go back home and change into our regular clothes. My partner wears her usual red shirt and black miniskirt and I wear my white fleece pullover, tank top and blue jean skirt. I wear my white socks and tennis shoes even though Mireille always makes fun of my shoes.
Mireille is sitting at her desk in front of her computer. I stand against the wall and watch her as she opens an email that has just popped up.
"It seems the first half of our fee has been deposited, so that at least our client believes that we did the job. Of course, I imagine there were a lot of people who had grudges against a corrupt cop like Rubik. I guess this time someone else got there first." She tells me in a weary voice.
I know it was something far worse than that. I could feel the darkness of the hit. Whoever took out those men had skills on a level of mine or greater. Somebody else who was a killer like me...
"You're wrong. This hit wasn't anything like that." I tell Mireille softly, as I look down at the floor.
"So if not that, then what?" she asked me curiously.
I don't know what to say. The hit had a familiar feel to it. I wasn't sure why I felt that way. I hate to worry my partner with this...
Mireille looks over at me with a puzzled look on her face.
"In any case, we still have half of this assignment to complete. The one who is behind it all." she tells me, as she looks at a picture of our target, Judge D'tsaing.
Then she slowly gets up from the chair and her computer and stands up and looks over at me.
"As long as the preliminary judge is on the tape, corrupt cops like Rubik can get away with murder." she tells me as she walks away.
I follow her with my eyes. She comes to rest against the end of the pool table and faces me. She looks determined and I think that I find her beautiful somehow...
"We still have a contract to kill this guy. Once that's done, we can figure out what to do with the fee." She tells me.
I don't say anything. Instead I feel a shiver run down my spine. C..could I be feeling fear? Is that what's wrong?
I wrap my arms around myself. I don't like this. I feel my partner look at me then away.
"It's getting a little cool in here." Mireille tells me as she walks over to close the window.
I remember the feeling I had this morning. I have to tell Mireille. That something is not right even though I'm not sure why.
She walks past me as she returns from closing the window. "How about I make us some tea?" she asks lightly.
"Mireille!" I call to her as she passes by me.
She pauses. "Yeah. I know." she tells me in a tired voice.
I nod behind her. "Yes." I agree.
It's funny but she knows what I'm thinking with just a simple call of her name...
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We sit down at the table with our hot tea. Mireille wraps her hands around her mug while I tap my fingers against mine.
Mireille looks at me seriously. "So who could it be then? In this whole industry, there's only a handful who could pull off a hit like that. I wouldn't worry, we will find out who it is and soon." she tells me in a soft voice.
She has been a little down ever since we returned from Silicy. I think she is still recovering from her ordeal with The Intoccabile. She has been a lot quieter than usual. Now, she is even more worried. I wish we didn't have this new threat to worry about. So dark...and deadly feeling...I know...
I know it must have something to do with me somehow...
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Streets of Paris-
Mireille and I walk the streets to see if we can find out if anyone knows anything about the hit on Maurice Rubik. The streets are filled with gossip. We meet an older man who is sitting outside a bar.
"Noir!" Mireille exclaimed as the man told her what he heard.
"That's right! The word on the street is that the one who popped the cop at the courthouse was none other than Noir. That hit was something else, but that's Noir for you. I didn't believe it when I heard Noir was taking contracts again but I guess it's true! Me, I'm just happy Rubik got his, I mean I may be a crook but cops who work both sides of the street are the lowest form of scum! I bet he's roasting in the fires of hell right now!" The man tells us drunkenly.
I knew it would have something to do with Noir. It always does...
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Paris at night-
Mireille and I are having dinner in a boat restaurant on the river. There is a small candle burning on our table. Mireille has both elbows on the table and is twisting her fingers together. I can tell she is very distressed over what we learned on the street today. I sit with my hands in my lap and try to listen to what my partner is telling me.
"The rumor seems to be everywhere. From dozens of the best information sources in the underground are saying that Noir did it." she tells me.
I look at her intently. She looks up at me with her brow furrowed and a perplexed expression on her face. "By Noir, aren't they referring to us or are they referring to whoever really killed Rubik?" she asks me intently.
I look down. "I don't know...but if someone's looking for Noir..." I trail off.
I feel.. funny...like I am being watched. I also am wondering who this other Noir is..
Suddenly the wind picks up and the candle's light starts to flicker. I look at Mireille who is looking very upset. "I don't like the way this wind is blowing." she tells me seriously.
I look over across the river. I see a tall figure standing under a street light wearing a long green cloak. Odd, but somehow the person seems familiar to me.
I look back at my partner. She is looking down. "He who sees his own shadow dies." she says ominously.
I wonder what she means. I wonder if she means she is going to die because of this new threat? I feel worried. I don't want her to die. Why does she say this?
She looks up and rubs her chin. "It's from a book or something, isn't it? Poe, I think."
She looks distressed again and I notice the candle's light has blown out from the wind. I wonder if that is a sign..Mireille reminds me of light..and then she worries about dying and the candle blows out. Will I be the one that blows out her light? I felt that way before. Am I going to destroy my partner? I can't...
It's all because of me, isn't it? Why do I have the feeling that it is all my fault? All of Mireille's pain to come...will be because of me. Because of what I am..
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The apartment-
We are back at the apartment after dinner. Mireille is sitting at the desk looking over the Greone contract and the photocopies that Valnel had found for her. She is studying them closely.
"Noir...the Soldat's, a mysterious organization that was somehow involved in the birth of the Mafia? How can it all be connected?" Mireille is saying, but she really isn't talking to me. She is just thinking out loud and I see her close her eyes as she tries to figure out her worries.
I look over at the plant. I notice that it's leaves are looking a little shriveled. I must make sure I water it better. I don't want it to turn black...
I feel something is coming... I turn to look out at the window worriedly...
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Next night-
I watch as Mireille goes first as we target practice in the underground tunnel we use to hone our skills. After she finishes, I walk up and begin to shoot knowing that my aim will be dead-on as usual.
"Our deadline is tonight." she tells me seriously as I shoot.
I keep on shooting watching the bullets hit their mark. Tonight something is coming that will change things. I don't know why but I know it has to do with me.
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The apartment-
We prepare our guns for the upcoming assignment. I wipe my gun down with an oily cloth as Mireille inserts a magazine, racks the slide of her gun, then we both lay our weapons down on the table. They are ready to go.
We walk over to the window and pause. I look over at my partner as she stands with her back against the window arms crossed. She's facing me with a sad look on her face.
"It's possible that assassin might appear again." I suggest to her softly.
"Then we wait for that moment and make that chance our target. That's our style." she tells me determinedly.
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Paris streets- night
We walk around town hoping to find out who that other assassin is. I know they will show up again...they are connected to me...I know it.
After a few trips around town, over the bridge and under streetlights, we decide to head to the place to carry out the rest of the assignment.
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The Library-
The judge is closing his briefcase as Mireille and I come up behind him. we both have our guns pointing on him.
He laughs. "You did come!" he exclaims, as he whips his gun out and points it at Mireille. He expected us...we walked into a trap!
As soon as I thought that, the upper floor of the library is filled with policeman loyal to this judge. They all point their weapons on us.
I am not worried about these policemen, we have been outnumbered before, but we were set up and I had a bad feeling about it...
"Impressive, when it's not part of your job you can be quite dedicated." My partner tells him, in a disgusted voice.
The Judge laughs at her. He points his gun straight on her. "Two bit assassins, you should learn your place! In my eyes, you don't even deserve a try, but before I place judgment- you're going to tell me who hired you." he tells us.
Both Mireille and I give him a harsh look. There is no way we will tell him anything..
Suddenly, we hear a blood curdling scream. The judge and Mireille turn at the sound.
All of a sudden, a body of a cop falls from the floors above us. He lands right between Mireille and Judge D'Etsaing. As the judge looks up, my partner dashes up the stairs as the cops nearby open fire on her. The judge aims at me, but I quickly backflip away, firing a few rounds at him as I do.
I am able to take out another policeman shooting at me, while Mireille is engaging in gunfire across the room. I hope she will be okay...
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I am trying to catch my breath as I listen to the gunfire from across the room. It seems my partner is still in the middle of it. Two policeman are shooting at me from across the room. I turn around quickly and am able to take them both out.
I get up from my hiding place in time to see Mireille running towards me and shooting a cop. She jumps gracefully over his body as he falls down.
Strange...I feel like I am being watched...
We begin to shoot the remainder of the policemen. It seems quiet but as I walk by a aisle of the library, I notice a young blonde policeman who begins to fire his gun at me. He must be nervous because his bullets don't come anywhere near me. I look at him sadly as he continues to shoot me...But I feel nothing for what I am about to do. I calmly raise my gun and am able to take him out with one nice shot to his head.
Suddenly I hear another blood curdling scream...and I feel the same feeling that I felt this morning. That same deadly presence...just like me...
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Downstairs of the Library-
Mireille and I run down the stairs and see our target Judge D'Estaing dead on the floor. A knife is near his head and sticking out of his body. Mireille looks upset.
I knew this would happen.. It was just like this morning...I feel it too...turn around..
As soon as I think that, I feel her presence and so does Mireille. We both whip around with our guns drawn.
Standing there is a tall girl about my age. She has purplish hair and is wearing a long green cloak. She was the one I saw underneath the street lamp as I was eating dinner with Mireille. She's deadly calm. I can't help but think that I know her from somewhere...she seems very familiar to me.. ...
"Alright, who are you?" Mireille asks, looking puzzled by the appearance of this girl.
I stare at her...trying to remember why and how I would know her. Her eyes...deadly and black...they seem so familiar to me...her skin so pale...
The girl stands there and doesn't answer Mireille's question. It's almost like she is enjoying our bewilderment.
Finally she answers with a tiny smile.
"Chloe" she tells us softly in a voice almost like mine.
"Right. And you are?" my partner asks confused, but with a edge to her voice. I can tell she's getting tired of this game.
"The True Noir" she tells us proudly.
I can hear Mireille gasp in shock beside me. I narrow my eyes. What does she mean by the true Noir? Is that how we are related? I am Noir too. If it is a name for two does that mean I am supposed to be with her? Or is Mireille the one? Who am I then? This girl is familiar but I still don't know why.
Mireille and I stand there and point our gun on this girl named Chloe. Suddenly she walks away and over to Mireille. I keep my eyes and my gun on her as she walks.
She begins to walk past Mireille who looks shocked and goes to aim her gun on the girl. Then Chloe doubles back and points a knife blade against my partner's throat, blocking her from pointing her gun on her.
I point my gun at Chloe. I won't let her hurt Mireille. I'll kill her first. No matter what or who she is! I can't let her kill my partner.
The girl stares at me. She looks at me almost desperately, as Mireille stands there unmoving.
"If you'd really like, we can see who's faster." she dares me, with a wild look in her eyes.
I don't answer her. I calmly keep my gun on her and wonder if I should kill her now.
Then she lowers her knife from Mireille's throat and looks away from me.
"I am the true Noir, you know." she tells us firmly.
I keep holding my gun on her as she begins to walk away. When I feel she is no longer a threat, I lower my gun and look over at my partner.
She looks angry and is rubbing her throat where the knife blade was. Mireille turns and looks at me. She gives me a sad look. We both stare at the door where Chloe departed.
I was relieved that I didn't have to kill her. I had a feeling I would see her again. I don't know how we were connected but I knew that we were. I had a bad feeling about our bond though...it was dark...and I was afraid of what this might mean to Mireille and I. The girl threatened to kill her. She said she was the trueNoir. Where did that leave my partner? Was her premonition going to come true? Was she going to die? Was she just a shadow and was I the one to blow out her light?
I couldn't let that happen...I don't know why...but I'll never let her die...
Chapter 8 – Season of Hell - ep.13
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