X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ The Beautiful Assassin ❯ The Job Offering ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Part I : The Job Offering





"Priss."
"Priss!" The voice slowly sinking in, as the world comes swirly back.
"The bitch won't wakeup," the voice echoes in her head, the voice bringing her back to reality.
"Here, let me handle this," a second voice emerges from the darkness, sounding almost the same as the first voice.
"Hey, the boss said not to lay a hand on her."
"I know, idiot, watch."
Suddenly comes a rush of freezing water splashing onto Priss's face, bringing her back from the dream world. The sensation of stinging needles from the water sending her gasping for air.
"Haha!"
"Prissy, wakey, wakey," the voice taunting her.
"Oh, where am I?" Priss asks, still groggy from the drugs they must of slipped in her beer. It was reckless of her to have her guard down, knowing damn well that there are people still after her.
'Mental note, never leave my drink unattended ,' she thought to herself.
"Don't concern youself about where you are at, but why you are here."
Reality comes rushing back as Priss realizes that she couldn't move her hands. Her hands were tied behind her to the chair that she was sitting in. She notices that she is in a small room with poor lighting. There are no windows, are any other furniture besides the chair she is tied to. The two men notice she was struggling with her bonds.
"Don't bother struggling. They are tied real good, plus that's for our safety."
"Oh, really," Priss says, cocking her head to the side, starring deeply at the two men, realizing they are twins.
"Okay than, why am I here?" She asks the twins.
"Why you ask?"
"You are a mercenary, aren't you?"
Priss closes her eyes to shack away the memories that came with that word.
"Was. Was a mercenary," she replies.
"They say you were one of the best."
She had enough. She wanted them to leave. She tilts her head away in dispair.
"I quite that gig along time ago." She was about to lose her cool. "You hear me, I quite!" She yells, flashing her teeth at the twins, snarling with rage that was building inside her.
"See, we are offering you a choice, take the job and we give you back your freedom, or die right here." "So what will it be?"
"Okay, what's the job?" She asks, realizing that she had no choice, but to play along with these guys.
"You have a target, a man, code name Wolverine. Age is unknown. Last sighting was in Pembroke, Canada, that was about 8 hours ago."
"Wolverine? What kinda name is that?" She asks more to herself.
"This man has given our boss a hard time, and is not doing good for business."
"Do you mind me asking, who is your boss?"
"A very powerful man, someone that can help you, or make you dissappear."
"Okay, that works. Now, who is this Wolverine?" She asks needing answers for this job.
One of the twins reaches into his pocket and takes out a black an' white photo, throws it at her feet. She peers down at the photo to see a young man in a military uniform, Canadian judging by the uniform.
"Hey, is this some kinda joke. This man must be in his 70's, let alone cause any trouble. His a freakin' old fart!" Priss starts to raise her voice.
"He proves to be elusive and likes to hide, and does so very well." One of the twins replied. "So that is the one photo we know of him."
Then men begin to walk away.
"Hey!" Priss yells out. One of the men turns around to face her. "My hands."
"Oh yeah," the man takes out a knife and throws it at her. The knife lands by Priss's left foot. She looks back up at the twins. "Thanks."
"Nice doing business with you." The men leave her alone in the small dark room.
"Great, just when I thought I made it out," she whispers to herself.




End of part I