At the time Parker is six months pregnant.
It was late afternoon at the pub and since it was raining outside and there was a really important game on, nobody intended to leave. It was smoky and crowded with drunken depressed men that belonged to the labour population that worked too much and got paid too little.
That bar was a men's bar, it was dirty, loud and messy and that was probably why she stood out so much the second she entered through the door. See, she was none of those things.
The bar froze, all eyes traveling up and down her body and damn, was it a nice body! Long legs, big eyes, nice ass, beautiful face and tasteful red lips!
She walked through like she owned the place, the highest heels Ronald had ever seen clicking on the floor. Drops of rain sparkling in dark velvet hair, the only flaw that woman might have was a golden ring shining on her left hand, but damn him if that had ever stopped him before!
She sat at the bar, her dress shifting up, showing the skin just above her knee, and called the bartender with the sweetest southern accent that could hook any man, pretty much like a mermaid attracting sailors to their death.
"Darlin', may I please use your phone?" By the looks of her she could use everything she wanted. She lit up a cigarette as the phone rang; the old man next to her lasciviously lighting it up. The bar tender placed a glass of some nice, old Scotch on front of her as she distrustfully watched the smoke spiralling up, dancing under the dim light of the lamp above her.
"An offer from that nice gentleman over there!" The bartender clarified pointing to a man leaning against the snooker table; she smiled and nicely waved at him, quickly turning her attention to the still ringing phone.
She huffed after a few moments, placing it down with a somehow disappointed look on her face; gulped the Scotch down, thanked the bartender and started to walk away.
She was almost at the door when she turned around and God be damned if she wasn't walking towards our good old Ronald Brown.
She stopped in front of them, a hand casually on her hip as the other gestured towards the group.
"Excuse me, do any of you nice gentleman know how to fix a flat tire?" Ronald glanced towards his palls in such a way they all backed off.
"I sure do Ma'am" and he followed her off the pub, opening the door for her like a true gentleman would, taking the chance to check on her ass; that lady was a fox and he could tell she wanted something more than just a changed tire. As they walked to the street he laid his hand on the small of her back, she looked back, teasingly smiling; yup he was getting lucky tonight.
Ronald knelt on the floor next to the van, examining the tire the lady said it was flat, it didn't seem flat to him.
"I am sorry ma'a, are you sure it's this one?" She shrugged, curling a strand of hair around her finger.
"I know nothing about cars, my husband is usually in charge of these things" Ronald looked at the tire again than felt an excruciating pain traveling through his head and everything went black.
The brunette was sitting on the van's floor in front of him; she didn't look the same though.
Her hair was wrapped in a ponytail with only some loose straps falling loose, framing her face. Under the dress she was also wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and her very sexy high heels had been replaced with more practical sneakers. She smiled at his confusion.
"Hey, Eliot" She shouted to the man that was apparently driving the van and who he could not see. "He's awake!" That was the moment Ronald became aware of himself.
He was sitting on a very uncomfortable chair at which his hands, legs and torso were tied at; he was also gagged with duct tape. By acknowledging he was being kidnapped Ronald freaked out and tried to fight whatever was keeping him glued to the chair, the woman gave a smile laugh.
"He's scared... That's so cute!" For the first time he noticed her accent had changed and that she sounded slightly British.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you or else I will have to beat you and I am the nice one!"
"She is, you should do what she says and you'll be safe... by now!" The man supposedly named Eliot said.
The Eliot guy untied him and pointed a gun at the back of his head while keeping his arms painful stuck behind his back.
"Walk! C'mon!" He shouted angrily. "Sophie, sweetie, could you please bring the black bag that's on your right?" He said on a much softer tone. "Keep walkin'!"
The woman grabbed the bag and followed them inside what Ronal recognized to be an abandoned aircraft facility that had been built before the town went bankrupt and every possible investor marked that place in the map as black hole.
In the shadows, the Eliot man tied him to another, metallic chair, keeping him gagged as the woman dropped the bag on the floor behind him then, some of the lights were turned on revealing a curled, dark haired man with sharp blue eyes and a smirk that buy itself made him nervous.
The woman approached him and he rounded her waist with one arm giving her a quick kiss on the lips.
"Hey honey, how was the trip here?" He asked casually as if she had gone to the grocery store and back.
"Not so bad. That plonker kept staring at my breasts even though he was scared as hell, almost admirable" She stated sarcastly.
"I can kick him the face for that if you want to!" The Eliot man said.
"Thanks, but there's no need for that!" Sophie replied.
"Mr. Brown" The blue eyed man said as he walked towards him, he was intimidating, even imposing. "My name is Nathan Ford, do you know why you are here?" Eliot harshly ripped the duct tape from his face so he could answer Nathan. He didn't speak, negatively shaking his head instead.
"Parker!" The man stated simply as more lights were turned on revealing a pregnant, blonde, blue eyed woman standing in the middle of the facility. Ronald couldn't stop himself from laughing making everyone stare at him with contempt.
"Damn girl, I knew you'd come back someday, but like this? Damn, you grew nicely, didn't you?" Eliot hit him in the jaw with the butt of his gun, causing Sophie to flinch.
"You don't address her like that!" He shouted, yet Ronald kept laughing, ignoring the pain burning through his jaw.
"And Parker? That's a very nice name, really neat! Your mother's maiden name was definitely a smart choice darling!" He laughed a little more as if the entire situation was nothing but pure fun to him.
Meanwhile Sophie had frozen on her place as her stance changed so discreetly only Eliot noticed it; that was a very distinctive stance and if he had to bet he'd say Sophie's hearth rhythm had slowed down and that her body temperature was a degree or two lower.
"Nate" She said on colder tone than before. "Take Parker and leave!"
"What?" Parker and Nathan asked at the same time, Sophie's hands curled into fists as she gulped and Eliot know it was taking her all the effort in the world to keep herself under control, the last thing she wanted was for Nate and Parker to see her like this.
"Damn it, Nate, just take Parker and do as she says!" Eliot growled he could do this for Sophie, hell; he bloody well wanted to do this for her.
"But... But..." Parker started to pout in disappointment, she had been promised a blood bath and she wanted it as much as kid on a carnival wanted to ride a carousel.
"I am done with this shit, Parker. I gave you space, but I am your husband and I'm taking in now! You're six month pregnant, our baby already has ears, I am not gonna stand here and let you two assist this carnage; it ain't good for any of you!" She kept pouting.
"Promise me he'll suffer as much as I did!" she said finally and it was his turn to shake his head in disagreement.
"Can't promise ya that darlin'. He'll suffer way more!" And just like that she grinned like a child in a candy shop.
Parker left with Nathan guiding her, five minutes later Eliot and the grifter were alone with their victim.
She paced the floor circling the Hitter, eyeing him with a strange curiosity as if she was seeing him for the first time.
"Eliot Spencer" She said and Ronal recognized once again there was something different on her way of speaking, her accent was still Brittish; the difference relied on the way she pronounced every word, almost as if she was drawing them with her lips as she spoke. "Last time I saw you were not the kind of man the carried a gun" The short man smirked.
"I'll do anything for Parker!" She smiled kindly; that idea seemed to please her.
"Did you bring me any toys? And by toys I mean weapons, Sophie never brings any!" And she pouted slightly at the last part of that sentence.
The man smirked again, as if he was enjoying the entire situation, and extended his arm indicating her the black bag she had dropped on the floor earlier.
Her entire face lit up in excitement as she walked towards it.
"By the way" he started drawing her attention to him again. "Welcome back, Ms. Kroy!"
So what do you think? How did Sophie turn into Annie? What made her transform like that and why isn't it a normal alias transition?
All of these will be explained in the next chapter but I will gladly hear your speculations.