Authors Note: I have this story completely planned out now so I know exactly where I'm going with it. However, if something seems to be confusing (I was confused myself when I was coming up with the story) don't hesitate to ask!
Chapter Two- This is my Job
Several Years Earlier
It was moments like this that made the job worthwhile. Standing over a person watching the life seep out of them, sometimes literarily when things hadn't quite gone to plan and there had been blood all over the place. This was a quick and easy job. In, out and done. It mimicked some of the relationships I've had which again, only made the situation more amusing.
He had been some sort of businessman who had recently been dabbling in the black market and run up a huge amount of debt with the kind of people that you most certainly wouldn't take home to the family. I didn't want to know what kind of a man he was. If he was good or bad, if he like sports or simply staying at home reading a book, if he liked flying. I just didn't care. When you started to care about the people you were supposed to be killing, that was when it got difficult.
Then I saw the pictures.
Most of them framed a young woman with flowingbrown hair andblue eyes, smiling, frozen in that state of happiness for all of eternity. The businessman was with her in some. Holding hands, hugging, kissing, in all sorts of places, the city, the park, everywhere. And then there was the little boy. The happy family.
It was that moment I wanted to step out of the black bodysuit that covered every inch of me and into that picture. I'd never known what real happiness was like. I'd never had the chance. Runaway teenager from abusive parents who didn't take well to the news thattheir daughterwas a "mutie" and then 'adopted' by a terrorist. Some childhood.
Erik made up for it a little bit. He made me feel special, not for who I was, but for what I did. I was the best at what I did to quote an old tutor of mine. And because he made me feel special, I believed myself in love with him. More the fool me. But I was, shall we say, encouraged by my adopted mother, Mama Raven.
So there went my happy family dream out the window. Erik wasn't the marrying kind and as he often told me I could be extremely clingy. He of course just worries that at any minute I could suck the life out of him due to my leeching powers, it sort of made the relationship exciting.
And, as I stood there, blissfully imagining myself with my perfect family, the door opened. I hadn't even heard a click, it was the light pouring in from the hall that had alerted me to the fact that while I had been distracted someone was going to find me out. A security guard, a colleague, that perfect wife in the photo, coming to check that Mr Businessman is ok. The desk was close I could've hidden there and was about to make a dive for it when someone grabbed my arm and pulled itup against my back.
"Don' move chere or yo' gonna have one sore arm." whispered a husky voice in her ear.
"Yer makin' a very big mistake sugah." I said, a grin playing on my lips. This was going to be fun.
"A mistake chere?" he whispered, "I like to t'ink of it more as, destiny"
That's when he turned me round, letting go of my arm so that I was inches away from his face. Another, big, mistake. But I froze, caught in two burning red eyes glowing back, as if they could see right into me. But he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the body that lay on the floor just a few steps away from us.
"Well dis makes my job match easier." he said grinning, letting go of my arms.
He must have known that I was armed, if seeing the dead body hadn't made him realise, then he must have noticed the several guns I had on me. He had been standing very close.
"An what exactly is yer job?" I asked moving away from him towards the window.
"I'm a thief chere." he said as he walked towards a painting and moved it aside revealing a safe underneath. How clichéd.
"What d'ya steal?" I asked, looking past him into the safe to see what treasures lay within.
He turned round and smiled, "hearts chere, hearts"
I rolled my eyes, "Is that supposed ta be charmin', believe me, ah've met alligators that are more charmin' than that"
He walked to wards her slipping something into the pocket of the large trench coat he wore. It was a stupid thing for a thief to wear as it could be easily caught on things, or set off alarms, or maybe, the reason it annoyed me more was because it was partially hiding the bodysuit he was wearing underneath that would reveal a lot.
"Mississippi?" he said simply.
"Caldacott county." I stated proudly and cursed myself for giving away personal information to a completely stranger. He must have had some sort of power over me, not even Erik knows where I used to live, "And ya"
"I'm a Louisiana boy, New Orleans"
"Shoulda guessed by the accent. Ah guess that makes ya a swamp rat." I said grinning, he was getting closer all the time.
"Aw, what a wonderful pet name yo' have for Remy." Now it was his turn to curse. Revealing your name, also not a good idea. But he didn't seem to mind, he was still grinning, "Maybe I come up wit one for ya. Unless yo' wanna tell Remy yer name"
"Keep dreamin"
"D'accord. I just call yo' chere den." he pulled something out of his pocket, instinctively I moved into a fighting stance in case it was some sort of weapon.
It was a necklace. A heart shaped necklace.
"For yo', chere." he said smiling, "Courtesy of Monsieur Worthington here." he said motioning to the dead body on the ground.
He took my hand and placed the piece of jewellery in it along with what looked like a playing card. Queen of Hearts.
"What, are ya some sort of gambler or something?" I asked.
"Somet'in like dat." he looked at his watch, "well dis was fun chere but dis Cajun gotta run." He moved in closer and took my hand staring into my eyes, "I'll see yo' soon"
"Ah doubt that very much. Ya see, ya've seen the very dead bodyand ya've seen meh so now ah gotta kill ya too" I said grinning.
"But Remy got both yer hands occupied chere." making his point by squeezing the one that didn't hold the necklace, "but like i said, i gotta go. But don' worry, I got my ways, we'll meet again."
And with that he leaned in and kissed me. Just lightly, so lightly I didn't have time to make my powers kick in and when I opened my eyes, he was gone. I looked at the card, the necklace, and smiled. I did hope I would meet this Remy again. If only so that I could cut that grin right off his face. However the other side of me, the one that was looking at the picture, remembered his smile and suddenly the dream didn't seem so far away.
So, what d'ya think? Remember, any questions, just ask.