1 Prologue: An Assassins Mission

She walks out of her car, tight red dress on with black high heels. Strapless and uncomfortably short, but a girl has to do what a girl has to do to get a man's attention. She walks to the entrance of a club, it's very popular and has a very long line to get in. She walks up to the bouncer, "ID, miss." he says. She shows him her ID which says that she is 23 years old. He looks her up and down and smiles, "Go right on ahead, miss." The whole line of people get really ticked off and start yelling, but she ignores them and walks straight in to the flashing colored lights, loud music, and the smell of sweat and booze. She walks straight to a bar, orders a martini, and sits to observe the room. He's got to be here, Cindy's been surveying him for a month and told me he comes here every Saturday night. I just need to find him and work my magic. Across the bar, I catch a man who's been eyeing me. It's him, I know it is. The pervert can't pass up a beautiful woman in a skimpy dress like me. He's wearing a very nice expensive suit, but that doesn't hide the fact that he starting to bald and that he's not very attractive. He's overweight and right now, obviously drunk, but not drunk enough to not notice me. He has a Rolex and a thin gold chain around his neck. His shirt is only buttoned up enough to expose his hairy chest. He's obviously wealthy, and any gold digger would sacrifice her dignity to sleep with him and steal a bit of cash. He's interested in me, I can tell just by him staring at me. I do my best to look like I'm interested in him, which isn't very hard. He looks me up and down and grins, showing his gold tooth. He walks over and starts to talk to me, "Hey, pretty lady, come here often?" He has this gravely voice that is so slimy and perverted that it makes my skin crawl, but I can't show that, I have to keep up this facade. "Not really, but boy am I glad I came," saying this in a seductive way obviously makes him more interested and gives clear signals. He gets closer to me, enough that I can smell the stench of booze on his breath. "How about I buy you a drink, then we can go somewhere a little bit more... private." He says this to make his intentions towards me very clear, my little act is definitely working on him. I've got him hook, line, and sinker. He buys me another martini and he gets himself a brandy, and one of the more expensive kinds. He's drunk and wants me badly, he keeps touching my leg with his slimy fingers slowly creeping up my thigh. I hate men like this. Always thinking about hooking up with a woman just for the pleasure of themselves. These slimy, perverted men are the reason I do what I do, these kinds of men do not deserve to place in the world. Always using their money to get what they want. I get up from my seat and he follows. He catches the attention of a worker and asks him for a private room, then gives him a large wad of cash, at least a couple hundred. He places his hand on the small of my back to lead me, but it's slowly creeping downward. We reach the private room and he locks the door behind him. There's a couch and a cabinet, obviously filled with liquor. He sits down on the couch and invites me sit with him by patting his lap. I go over to the cabinet and take out a bottle of vodka. "How about we play a little drinking game? We'll get to learn a bit about each other, if you don't answer the question, you have to drink. If I don't, I'll take off an article of clothing. Sound fair?" his eyes light up at this idea. I bring the liquor over and sit on his lap, like he wanted me too. He grabs a shot glass and pours the vodka into it, taking it immediately down his throat. "Don't be so hasty, the game hasn't even started yet."

"Wanted to get a first initial shot before the game. Let's play."

A few shots later, he started taking off my dress, game completely in the back of his mind. I had to get him drunk enough to act through his desires of wanting me. He greedily pulled off my dress and put his slimy hands all over me. I was basically naked, save my panties. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Such voluptuous chest, such long perfect legs, such a woman to give herself to my mercy. I will give you the best moment of your life." I was the only one naked at this moment, I knew that he wanted to sleep with me, but I didn't think it would be so soon. I stop him before he unbuckles his belt, "Wait, do you really think that the employees would let you back to this club if you do such an obscenity in one of their private rooms? Maybe we should... go back to your place." He looks at me for a moment, then he grins in such a perverted way I know exactly what he's thinking. He gets off the couch and tells me to put my dress back on. We leave the club and get in his car, where his driver is patiently waiting.

We enter his room, and he throws me onto his bed, he's obviously very greedy, hungry eyes looking at me. He licks his lips and tears off my dress, no longer worried about keeping up appearances. He takes off his shirt and trousers, then proceeds to get on top of me. All according to plan. I knee him in the groin and flip him over, now I'm on top of him. He was just in the mood, now I pull out one of my hair pins and stab him in the throat. I take another and stab it through his eye. He stops struggling and is lying there, dead as dead can be. My dress is in ruins, luckily I predicted this and Cindy left a black shirt and leggings under his bed when he was out of the house last week. I put on the clothing and climb out the window. I'm on the second floor, so it's not much of a drop. I walk on the street for a time to the agreed meeting spot, and there's Cindy, waiting in my car. "Took you long enough!" She says once she sees me. "Sorry, took a bit to get him back to the house. One less filthy man in this world."

"Good to hear, Scarlet. Let's head back for your next mission. This one kills women who don't sleep with him so he can **** their corpses. He literally sleeps with them after they die. He's the kind that takes it way too far. Creepy necrophiliac, that's what he is."

"Why do these men think that they can do whatever they want just because their rich? They disgust me."

"No idea, but you should have fun playing with this one."

We drive back to headquarters to receive my next mission. I have to play with him just right to make sure I don't die.

I go to the club he usually goes to, same procedure and everything. He sees me across the room and smiles at me once I catch him staring. He walks over to me and immediately grabs my leg, no questions asked. I play it off as if I like that he's being so straightforward with me. I get up from my seat and he takes me to his car. He throws me into the back seat and undoes his belt. He kisses my neck while I wrap my legs around him to close the gap. He is starting to be very handsy as he gropes me, slowly peeling off my dress so he has something to really turn him on. "Uh-uh, that doesn't come till later," I say seductively. He grins in curiosity. He's not an unattractive man, it's what he did to those other women that disgust me. He reaches for my panties and slowly takes them off. Luckily he still has his on, so I take his shirt off to give him the sign that I want more of him. I'm playing him like a fiddle, and he doesn't even know it. He's panting like a dog, he wants me, he's desperately in heat, he needs this. I make sure that he doesn't become entwined in me, so I sit up, then realize my mistake. By sitting up, this shows that I'm not here to sleep with him. He grabs my throat and proceeds to choke me. He does not wait to kill his victims if they show any sign of struggle. I spot a pen on the ground and stabbed it through his chest. He screams and lets go of me. This is my chance to escape, so I open the door and get out from under him. I'm in the street when I feel a hand grab my ankle. I look back and see that he's not done with me yet. I jam my free heel through his hand, he screams but doesn't let go. There are headlights upon us, I'm far enough into the street that I could run the risk of being run over. There's a bus heading straight toward us, and it's not slowing down. I kick him in the face, I jam my heel into his hand again and again, but still he doesn't let go. The bus is really close and doesn't care if there's someone in the road. I thrust my heel into the side of his head, he let's go, finally dead. But now it's too late to move, all I see is the brightness of the headlights before plunging into total darkness.