HELLO BEAUTIFUL

by evilgrin on 10 Jan 2006, 18:48
::TWO::

She’s right. If I had seen what she bought for this job, I never would have let her outside in it. Ava is MINE. Everything in me wants to take her six ways from sunday over this table right now, and never mind the applause. If it was only mercs we were hunting I’d say it was their lucky day, the job is the furthest thing from my mind.

Except it’s not exactly a job we’re on. This is more than mercs. This is something else. Something worse.

The thought of why we’re here cools even me. A fingernail over my lip, before she kisses me. Pick up the empties. Watch her hips sway the entire way back to the bar.

After the Midorian, more and more of our kills have been shared. It’s new, for both of us. Our arms touched, circling that merc. I already know I love Ava. This was something different. When I touched her, during that kill, I KNEW her. Saw her soul. Saw the animal in her, right at the surface. Her beauty and grace, the mask she wore for everyone else, was stripped away. All that was left was what she really was, inside. Like looking in a mirror.

That slippery slick ease of blood on skin. That last kill. Afterwards. Wouldn’t let you wash it off. I wanted you, right there, with that copper scent of fresh blood filling my head.

You let me bite your lip, so it would be your blood I tasted. It was you, all of you, I took into me. You let me take you hard, hard enough to tear. Hard enough to bleed.

Blood cools, growing sticky between us. Neither of us wanted it to stop. That look between us, as you pulled the little straight razor, about to cut your arm. Anything. Anything to keep that heat between us, to not let the animals in us part.

You’re still mine, Ava, MINE, and no matter what you let me do to you, no matter what I ask you to do, I’ll never hurt you. Take it from you. A shallow cut along the forearm. Nothing that will even scar. Hit nothing vital, it’s not deep. But it will bleed.

Kneel between your thighs as the blood runs down my arm, over my fingers, onto your breasts. A caress. You’re slick with it, your skin glows like fire underneath me. Suck the blood from your nipples. We were lost like that for hours. Until neither of us could move anymore. Both so sore we hurt for the rest of the day. But burning inside too.

Looking at her, I know neither one of us will want this jobs blood on us. We hunt and kill mercs. But, like I said, this is different. This isn’t a job at all. Nobody really pays us for what we do. Ava would never accept it. Her honour would never let her. But there is pay in it. Mercs just love to get paid in cash. We’re doing this one for nothing. We’re doing this because sometimes a thing just screams out to be done.

We’ve been working our way through the mercenary guild’s database for some time now. Stumbled across something that froze both of us. Seems some mercs aren’t happy with the jobs they’ve got. Started taking nasty little side jobs. People’s kids started disappearing. In one’s and two’s at first. Soon, everywhere we were stopping, there were whispered tales of children disappearing. Worse tales of where they were ending up.

Ava stopped sleeping. I’d find her, passed out, in a pile of papers scattered across the floor, trying to get inside the head of whoever was behind this. It’s what she does. How she kills so well. Usually it’s with a coldness, a calculation, that takes my breath away. Not this time. This haunted her. Drove her in a way I had never seen her before.

I’d have to force her to eat. Started drugging her, at some point, or she’d never really sleep at all. She was taken at five. A killer by nine. A child, just a little girl, when they took her from her father. Broke a part of her, and tried to use it to cut the rest of her to a pattern they could use. I know what drives her.

She killed for them until she was twenty seven. Blackmailed by a man she later butchered. She wouldn’t kill me. I had put myself at risk to save a kid from some mercs. She killed them. Right out on the street, and exposed herself, something she had never done before. Seems I’m not the only one with that weak spot.

I had dozed off, when she found it. She hadn’t slept for days, even when drugged, she fought it, barely able to keep her head up. But she found it. Sifting through traffic, through papers, through communications, her hair a wild unwashed tangle. Crawled into my lap, curled up like a little child, part of her so lost and hurt it killed me to see it. Felt sick when I saw what she found, what she read. What she saw.

Stroked her back to comfort her. A child pornography ring. Enough to kill for in itself. Kids disappeared. Ended up dead. Butchered. When they were of no further “use”. Even then they were filmed.

I’ve been called the big evil. I never killed anybody that didn’t know it was coming someday. That hadn’t done something somewhere along the line that called for killing. I never killed a kid. Ever.

Hold my little Ava, curled up in my lap, asleep, finally, but not sleeping well at all. Taken at five. If it weren’t for that beast in her that someone sought to use, would she have ended up like that?

She found it. A meeting to take place. A “shipment”, a cargo container full of somebody’s kids. We had a day for the meeting, a place. No time. Ava found one grainy picture, all we have to go on. I brought in an old friend. Franks, a slam medic, out now. Someone has to make sure those kids are safe, when we find out where the container will be. Call him, when we know an exact location.

Ava is to be a distraction. We drug them, get them outside, and get a location out of them. Can’t kill them until we’re sure.

She’s almost too much of a distraction. I damn near missed them coming in. Sat down at the table right beside mine. Perfect.