Introductions

As the haze of the drugs started to where off, I started to hear what was going on around me. It was the oddest thing ever. She couldn't move or talk; all she could do was lay there and listen to the people around her talk. Most of the time she caught them talking about her or her target, when they talked about the later, it made her hate killing even more because she knew the people she was killing. If she caught them talking about her she just got angrier.

Slowly the two voices she heard got more and more clear. She was able to distinguish that it was a man and a woman talking.

"So, do you think this girl is up to her target today?"the woman asked sounding a bit concerned.

"I don't see why not, has she ever not destroyed her target? I swear this girl is scary good," the man answered not seeming to care much.

"Well this target is different. This Mohinder guy has a special power too. He is like really strong or whatever so she could get destroyed too."

"Our girl will be fine; she'll get him before he knows what hit him...as usual"

Slowly she was able to move different parts of her body. She felt the two people near her tense up and sit silently. She slowly opened her eyes and she tried to sit up but remembered that they kept her strapped down until they were sure that she knew what to do and promised not to murder them.

"So, you're finally awake. Well while you are just lying there, you might as well get your mission today. Your assignment today is to kill Mohinder Surresh . He is a taxi driver and all you have to do before you rip him apart is ask him to take you to the pickup address and then you can do your worst," the man said

"Is that it? Is there anything I should know about this guy? Any powers or whatever?" I ask a bit sarcastically.

"No, why would you get an idea like that? All you have to do is kill this dude and you can be back in your comfy little house," the woman said."Do you understand your mission?"

"Yes, I get my mission. Can I go now? I'd rather get this over with," I answer annoyed.

It is starting to very uncomfortable being strapped to a metal table in the back of a van like this. I look at the lady and she and her partner were slowly unbuckling the straps that held her down. Once I am free they opened the door and pass me a pair of big movie star sunglasses.

"Have fun dearie," the woman said as they shut the door behind her.

I pull my sunglasses on and stand there a second letting the sun fall on me as the van sped away. I guess I look cute enough in the plain but good fitting jeans and soft pink Hollister tee. I look around for a street with enough people to have a few taxis around. I don't know how they think I'll ever find my target, I mean.... I have no idea what he looks like and there are millions of taxis in New York City. I feel something in one of the side pockets of my jeans. I pull out a thin leather wallet with an address and a picture of an indian man in it.

'So this is my target.' I think smiling. Too bad I have to kill him, he's cute. How will I find him though? I doubt that he will be just there. I gaze over the waiting taxis and I see him. I literally start laughing as I walk over to his taxi still laughing slightly; these agents have some fucking good skills. It can't just be chance that my target just happens to be right here, waiting for me.

I open the door of the taxi and I slid into the cheap leather seats of the cab. Mohinder looks at me as he backed out of his spot, trying to hide it with a shoulder check. "Where too today miss?" he asked with a slightly accented voice.

I look at the address on the piece of paper in my wallet and I say "117 East 24th Street, it is in the meat packing district. Sorry if it is a bit far, but I have to meeting there and I need to be there in....25 minutes. Do you think you can make it?" I can't help but study him a bit. I need to know what I am up against.

"I'll try my best." He replied with a small smile. Obviously he noticed my eyes as they ran over him but I am fairly sure that he thinks that I am just checking him out, not studying my prey like a lion would a gazelle. He is totally oblivious to my mission, so much so that I can't help but feel a bit bad for the man. I bet he is leaving behind some sort of a girl friend, or a family, I mean he is fairly good looking so I can't see him single. I start to second guess myself; I could easily just not kill him and run off. It would be hard for them to find me in New York.

I let my fingers tap my knee as I watch the city fly by. I bet I seem nervous, but I did tell him that I had to make it to a meeting. I notice that I am getting closer and closer to my destination. I feel cold sweat run down my back. I am not sure if I am nervous or anxious, but I have this nagging feeling at the bottom of my stomach. Finally we get there and I start to feel sick. It is a very remote and the perfect place to kill someone.

I lean forward and ask "How much do I owe you?"

"20.50" he answers with a warm smile.

I hand him a 20 and a 5 from my wallet and mutter "Keep the change doll" I smile a bit with a hint of flirt in it. I step out of the street all calm and cool. Before he was able to drive away I rip his door open and grab him by the neck. I spot an alley nearby and I throw him in it without even trying. I kick the door closed as I run towards him. My eyes flash wildly as I hold him up by his neck against the wall.

His eyes flash with terror as he asks "What the hell? Who are you and what do you want?"

"I really am sorry, but if I don't do what I am told. I won't see the light of day for a few more weeks if I am lucky. Now... just be quiet and it won't hurt"I say softly, hoping to coax him into not yelling. I slowly tighten my grip on his neck.

"Like hell I am going to be quiet. You are talking about killing me here" he yelled angrily.

"Look, unless you are willing to help me hide for a while...then just shut up and don't even think about fighting back" I say starting to get mad.

He just gave me a scared look before he kicked me square in the gut and I went flying. 'So he does have super strength, sweet.' I think as I sit up. "Ouch" I mutter. He looked at me for a second before he started to run away.

I spot the van waiting for me on the other side of the street. I smile and I run after him. The alley bended enough to hide them from the van, she ran faster to catch up to him and she gave him a pleading look. "Ok... you can stop running now. I promise I won't hurt you any more; I just needed to put up a fight in front of the agents. Please, I need your help. I am sick and tired of being treated like a fight dog."

"How can I trust you?" he asked with an untrusting voice, but at least he stopped running.

"You can't... but if you help me, I might have a chance of not getting caught...or we could go back there and you can die." I say, meaning every word.

I am not sure if it was obvious that I wasn't lying, but he seemed to be a bit more trusting. We stood there for a few silent moments just looking at each other. I was sure that he was going to refuse and that I would have to try to make it on my own but to my surprise he sighed and nodded.

"Fine....fallow me," he said in a kinder voice.