Mama's Mafia

Amy & The Hitman Part 2: Blood, Sweat, & Amy

Amy could barely raise her voice and she couldn't see where Azad was. She gasped and sobbed while listening to Azad cry out to her.

Amy wanted to move her body when she could feel the Death Row Infantry-man pressing his knee into her back. Her body shivered from feeling the Death Row Infantry-man's hand grabbing on her butt and rubbing up and down the back of her thigh.

The Death Row Infantry-man was enjoying himself exponentially. He was on top of Amy and he pinned her arms against her back with his knee grinding into her spine. The soldier's large, sweaty hand tried to creep its way up between her inner thighs.

Now was not a good time to have temporary paralysis. Amy couldn't move her body, so her mind tried to go to another place. She thought about something pleasant, like her husband. She tried to imagine that it was her husband sliding his hand up between her legs toward her v****a and not a Death Row Infantry-man.

Amy could see the other Death Row Infantry-men standing over her and laughing at her distress. Amy could even see that some soldiers were women, and even they were laughing.

Amy tried so hard not to think about the child who got murdered on the hood of her sister's car earlier. She saw herself meeting the same fate. The soldier's hand crawled further up between Amy's thighs. He tried to get into her pants, literally. Amy kept hearing Azad crying out which made her wet the chilled ground with her tears.

"My god you're a sexy lady." The soldier grunted in Amy's face with his hand still groping her butt. The Infantry-man's black mask visor hid his appearance.

Amy closed her eyes when the soldier leaned down and whispered in her face with his hand pinching her between her legs. She could feel the soldier's fingers desiring to rip off her jeans and tear open her panties. Amy kept thinking about Bryan. She thought about when she held her husband while they made love in a bathtub with candlelight, roses, and glasses of red wine surrounding them. Amy told her mind to focus on her husband and not think of the words, r**e, violate, or a***e.

Amy thought about memories on the beach with her husband and her little boy. She thought about how Eric chased her up and down the beach's shoreline, shooting her with his super soaker water g*n. These were memories that Amy told herself to focus on. She thought about how she danced to a love ballet with her husband on their wedding day. She thought about how ecstatic she felt while walking down the aisle toward her husband with her father by her side.

Amy still couldn't move her body, and she clenched her teeth together through her tears when the soldier lifted her up again and laid her flat on her back so he could touch her breasts.

Amy wanted to murder the soldier but her body still wouldn't let her. Salty tears blurred her vision, preventing her from being able to see the Death Row Infantry-man's face. Hearing Azad crying in the distance made Amy feel like a failure. The same thing was happening to her all over again. This time Amy wasn't in her car chasing someone on a freeway. She was on the ground unable to talk or move. The only thing that had freedom to move were the tears rolling down her face.

Infantry-man didn't care about Amy's tears. He just wanted to get his rocks off.

Amy felt that she deserved what was happening to her for not being able to protect her baby, and now Azad. She felt she deserved a man wearing state-of-the-art military gear sitting on top of her body, with his heavy hands molding breasts.  

Amy called herself a b***h in her mind. Her past failures made her turn on herself. Azad's screaming morphed into Eric's cries for help. Amy laid on her living room floor again listening to her baby scream out to her. His screams grew distant like someone falling down a deep black pit.

Amy balled her hand into a fist.

She felt that crying on a parking garage's ground was unacceptable behavior from a former UFC fighter. Amy told herself in the past that she would die trying to protect her baby. Since she failed with Eric, a voice in Amy's head told her that she couldn't fail with Azad. The voice told her to stop crying. It spoke to Amy roughly. Her inner voice told her to use Azad's screaming to empower her.

It took four minutes to pass before Amy had feeling in her hands and feet. The first thing she moved were her legs. When Amy realized that she could move her legs again, that's when she drove her knee into the Infantry-man's crotch.

Amy punished the Infantry-man, and she used her knee to strike the man between his legs a second time. She grabbed the man's hand which was still massaging her breasts and she snapped the carpal bones in his wrist.

The Infantry-man gagged from the pain. In a fit of rage, he tried to bring his four knuckles down on Amy's face, but his knuckles smashed into hard unforgiving ground when Amy moved her head out of the way. The Death Row Infantry-man screamed like a girl after fracturing his knuckles on the wet pavement. Amy shut off the screaming by ramming her closed fist into his Adam's Apple with all her strength. When Amy heard something c***k in the man's throat, she knew that her fist reached its destination.

Amy removed the man's helmet after crushing his throat and his testicles. She wanted to see the man's face before he died.

The Death Row Infantry-man looked surprisingly handsome. He had a dirty blondish military crew cut. A square prominent jawline, dimples and a cleft chin. A silver stud earring dangled from his right earlobe.

Amy watched as the light dissipated in the soldier's dull blue eyes. She mocked the soldier by blowing him a kiss before knocking his body off of her and watching as fell beside like a cold slab of raw meat hitting the ground. Amy got her hands on the dead soldier's handgun that was clipped to his waist. She sat up from the ground aiming the side arm at the other Infantry-men who stood over her.

Amy hopped to her feet. She grabbed one Death Row Infantry-man by his wide neck while repeatedly shooting him in his abdomen. Another soldier tried to shoot Amy from behind, and his g*n was knocked into the air by the back of Amy's foot.

Amy did another one of her acrobatic backflips, kicking the Death Row Infantry-man's machine g*n into the air. While standing on one hand. She shot the soldier in his kneecaps while maintaining her single hand handstand.

Amy wanted something more powerful than the 9mm P370 automatic pistol she was using. She grabbed the precision-guided machine g*n she kicked out of the hands of the Infantry-man who died from being shot multiple times in his legs and upper torso. While picking the machine g*n off the ground Amy did a cartwheel, using her feet to kick a few Death Row Infantry-men across their helmets.

"Don't shoot her and don't fight her! Stay away from her!" Amy hesitated on pulling the trigger on the machine g*n when she heard a man's voice yelling out orders to the group of Infantry-men who surrounded her.

One Death Row Infantry-man disobeyed the order and he tried to grab the machine g*n out of Amy's hands. The man managed to rip the machine g*n away from Amy, but when he did, she jumped down on the ground using her leg to knock the man's feet from under his body. After forcing him to fall flat on his back, Amy leaped in the air before coming down and nailing the Infantry-man in his throat with her elbow.

"Stay away from her! Don't apprehend her! Let me do that!" Amy heard that familiar Texas drawl in the man's voice.

"Azad!" Amy searched for the little boy, picking the machine g*n up again. She aimed the machine g*n wildly at the Infantry-men who circled around her with their guns drawn. "Where is he!? Where's my baby!?" Amy spoke through a hissing whisper at each one of the Death Row Infantry-men. She gritted her teeth while shoving the machine g*n in one soldier's face. She wanted to strike the tall Infantry-man with the butt of the g*n when he chuckled at her from behind his black visor. But Amy froze when the towering Infantry-man stepped out of the way to reveal his boss approaching with a little boy in his arms.

"Are you looking for this cute little boy? Paul whispered his question to Amy through a chuckle. Blood still leaked from the transgender hitman's nose. His stare burned into Amy as he slowly approached her. Paul had the young woman to thank for his broken nose. Some blood from his nose dripped on his suit's lapel, and his black, silk dress shirt, which Paul didn't like very much.

"Don't hurt him, please!" Amy gave Paul a lethal stare while lowering the machine g*n. "Give him back to me!"

Paul laughed at Amy's threatening stance. "If I decide not to give him back, then what will you do?" Paul held Azad up in front of his face and chest, just in case Amy tried to shoot at him.

"Give him to me!" Amy hissed at Paul while aiming the machine g*n down at the hitman's kneecaps.

"If you shoot me in the legs, then I might accidentally stab your baby in his throat." Paul showed Amy that he was holding the tip of his switchblade against the side of Azad's neck.

Azad couldn't catch his breath from crying. When he felt the cold steel of the blade against his throat, his small chubby fingers tightened around the sleeve of his hospital gown.

"Please don't," Amy whispered out when her voice lost some of its strength. Her whole demeanor changed when she saw the blade against Azad's neck and the dead robotic-like gleam in Paul's eyes.

"You have five seconds to put down the g*n, or I will put my knife through your baby's throat." Paul told Amy through his gentle calm voice. The hitman's relaxed tone made his threat sound like a bedtime story to her. "Five… Four… Three." Paul started his countdown.

Amy immediately laid the machine g*n down on the wet pavement. She felt miserable and powerless again while staring into the eyes of the hitman.

"You broke my nose," Paul chuckled while pointing up at his face and walking closer toward Amy. "No man has ever broken my nose and yet a woman does it. I must say that you have my respect." Paul gave Amy his signature devilish grin. It was the same grin he gave her in the hospital room after killing her father and sister.

Amy swallowed a few times while trying not to break eye contact with Paul. "P-please don't hurt my baby." Amy stuttered. She had mental lapse and saw Eric in the hitman's arms. Amy closed her eyes after the brief hallucination clouded her thinking.

"Mama, are you okay?" The sound of Eric's sweet voice kissed Amy, but she knew it wasn't real.

"Yes, baby. Mommy's fine," Amy answered softly before realizing her son's voice was a delusional manifestation. A few tears fell on her chest when she opened her eyes to see the hitman giving her an amused smirk.

He still had his switchblade pressed against Azad's neck. "Were you talking to someone?" The trans hitman asked, ridiculing Amy with eyes alone. Amy wanted to run and grab Azad out of the hitman's arms, but she saw the killer puncturing the little boy's neck before she could reach him.

Paul gave Amy a smile that made her feel sick to her stomach. The hitman licked his lips before looking at Azad. He kissed the little boy on the side of his head making a mockery of affection.

"Azad wanted to stretch his little hand out toward Amy. He wanted to cry out to the mommy he never had, but the knife blade pressing against his neck caused him to stay silent. Azad didn't let his silence stop him from reaching out to Amy with his small fingers outstretched.

Amy stretched her hand out toward Azad and almost made a mistake by running toward the child. The young woman caught hold of her feet when she knew what would happen. She wouldn't make it in time. The knife would win.

Paul never blinked as he examined Amy. He kept Azad trapped in his arm, willing to turn his knife into a guillotine against the child if Amy disobeyed him. An idea infected the hitman's mind as he stood his ground staring at Amy's vulnerability. It was a sinister idea that would bring a lot of grief to the young woman.

"I tell you what Darling, I won't kill your baby if you accept my offer." Paul didn't blink while he was talking to Amy. The hitman handed Azad over to an Infantry-woman. "I want to fight you in hand to hand combat. No knives and no guns. Just me and you using our hands one on one. What do you think?"

Amy watched as Paul threw his knife down on the ground. The hitman removed his black suit jacket, giving it to one of the Death Row Infantry-men. After removing his suit jacket, he cracked his neck before loosening up his necktie.

Amy wiped her sweaty palms against the front of her blouse. Her mouth turned dry and her heart rate increased when Paul revealed his powerful shoulders and arms bulging through his black tailor-made dress shirt. A voice told Amy that she wouldn't stand a chance against Paul. The voice told her that her best bet was to grab Azad and run. Amy saw Paul as a ferocious tiger. He looked like those ruthless hard to kill bad guys you see in action movies. But Amy had know idea that Paul had the DNA of a woman.

"If you fight me and I lose, then I'll let you and the child go free. But if you lose the fight, then I will take you to my boss and I will keep the child." Paul gave his offer and waited to see what Amy would say. The hitman chuckled while still easing up toward Amy with his hands behind his back.

Amy shook her head while slowly backing away from Paul. "Please, let us go." Amy knew the hitman would not give her Azad and let her go even while pleading with him.

Paul stopped moving his feet toward Amy while giving her an insidious smirk. The trans hitman had an inhuman expression on his face. Amy felt like she was looking into the Devil's eyes. The Devil had disguised himself as an attractive but menacing, white transgender man with a Southern drawl.

"If you don't fight me, then you know what will happen." Paul pointed down at his knife while gesturing at Azad. "So what's it going to be, Darling?" The hitman chuckled.

Amy looked over at Azad with sorrow in her eyes. She wanted to run and grab him, but she was outnumbered. She wouldn't make it out of the parking garage with Azad without being killed by Paul and his henchmen. Amy had no choice but to accept Paul's offer. She didn't want to fight the assassin, but she had to do it for Azad.

"I'm so sorry," Amy mouthed those words to Azad when she saw the little boy blankly staring at her with tears still sitting in his eyes. He stretched his little hand out toward Amy again but the Infantry-woman who held him in her arms snatched his hand down. "If I lose, promise me you won't hurt him." Amy pointed at Azad. She needed to hear Paul say it.

Paul nodded his head at Amy while sticking out his hand. "I promise I won't hurt him. Let's shake hands, Darling. You know, like the way corporate men shake hands after a business deal." The hitman's smirk had faded, and he gave his best look of sincerity.

Amy hesitated on shaking Paul's hand, but the young woman gave in and placed her palm between Paul's large and slender fingers. What Amy thought would be a simple handshake turned out to be the most painful experience she would never forget.

"Oh Lord, I'm so sorry. I dislocated your wrist by accident," Paul laughed after taking hold of Amy's hand suddenly and disjointing her wrist. The hitman found it funny while listening to Amy scream out in pain. She struggled to free her wrist from Paul's grasp. "I'm so sorry, Darling, here let me fix your wrist," Paul took Amy's wrist and relocated it. After relocating her wrist joint, the hitman raised his foot and kicked Amy in her chest, knocking her body into the front fender of her parked car.

Amy's eyes watered from the pain. She released a gasping moan as she struggled to get up from the ground. and then reset all within a second. Amy stood up to see Paul making his way toward her.

She swung her fist at Paul, but the hitman caught her by the arm. He struck Amy across her face with the back of his hand before twisting her arm behind her back and dislocating her shoulder.

A blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the underground parking garage. The pain was unspeakable. Amy tried to fight back but she couldn't.

"I'm sorry, Darling. I did it again," Paul whispered in Amy's ear before taking his knee and ramming it into the young woman's stomach. After kneeing Amy in her stomach, Paul once again realigned Amy's shoulder just like he did to her wrist, before taking her by her short spiked hair and hurling her down on the ground.

Amy had to fight back. While lying on her back, She took her feet and drove them into Paul's torso. The powerful double kick knocked Paul back and it gave Amy enough time to regain her composure.

An unrelenting, stabbing sensation radiated through Amy's wrist and shoulder.

Paul still had a smirk on his face as he stood back on his feet and began charging toward Amy like a machine. The trans hitman was caught off guard when Amy did a backflip and kicked him full force in his chin. The hard blow sent Paul stumbling backward again, but the assassin quickly regained his equilibrium.

Amy tried to figure out a way to fight Paul without getting too close to him so he could grab another part of her body and dislocate it just for fun. Amy used a Death Row Infantry-man's body as a weapon. She cleverly knocked an Infantry-man standing close by into Paul's body with a sidekick. Paul fell to the ground when the soldier's body crashed into him.

Paul didn't like Amy's fighting style, and he released his frustration snapping the of the soldier who fell into him. After breaking the man's neck, Paul jumped back on his feet while throwing the dead soldier's off him. He felt a rush of pleasure come over him after he killed the Infantry-man. The androgynous assassin put both his fist up in a boxing stance. He made his way back toward Amy like a heavyweight fighter charging his opponent.

Amy leaped out of the way of Paul's fists. She crouched down, using her elbow to strike Paul in his ribcage. The surprise impact to Paul's rib cage knocked the wind out of him, but the hitman was tough as nails. He didn't let the strike to his ribs stop him from punishing Amy.

Paul enjoyed watching Amy block his punches with her forearms. He blocked a few punches from Amy, and he took a deep breath and smiled after grabbing Amy by her throat and head butting her. Amy fell to the ground after getting hammered in her face by Paul's forehead. She rolled out of the way when Paul tried to bring his foot down on her face. Amy sat up on one knee, using her forearms to block Paul from kicking her in her face.

Paul kept trying to land a blow on Amy and the transman became a little frustrated by her cat-like reflexes. The fact that Amy was fighting him better with her feet than with her hands made the assassin grind his teeth. The hitman didn't know that was dealing with a former MMA fighter. Amy threw the hitman off guard and off balance when she delivered a twirling kick across his face.

Amy tried her unorthodox fighting style on Paul and she hoped that it would help her win. Amy didn't know that Paul could adapt to any fighting style. She soon found out how Paul could adapt. When she tried to kick him again she got her foot dislocated. Paul popped Amy's foot out of joint before popping it back in.

Amy had to keep fighting and she endured getting her feet and wrist dislocated. She tried to perform every Taekwondo move she ever learned.

The young woman performed a knife hand attack by using the edge of her hand to chop Paul across the side of his neck. When she tried to perform her knife hand attack, Paul blocked her attack with his forearm.

The next move that Amy tried to perform on Paul was the hammer fist move. After blocking her opponent's fist, Amy took her fist, and tried to bring it down like a hammer across the bridge of Paul's already fractured nose. Amy's fist almost made contact, but Paul was too fast. The hitman dodged his head to the side, causing Amy's fist to breeze past his face.

A dance of mortal combat ensued between Amy and Paul. Amy and Paul blocked each other's fist. It seemed like they both had perfect timing when it came to blocking each other's blows. It was like their hands were daggers.

Paul's fast movements caused Amy to lose her breath a few times. Whenever she would try to kick him or punch him, his body would become a blur as dodged out of the way. At one point, Paul's lightning movements made it look like there were two of him.

Paul's speed and ability blended well with his muscular but slender physique. He was agile and his fighting movements were fluent. Because of Paul's quick foot movement, Amy would have to suffer by either enduring a kick to her stomach or a roundhouse kick to the side of her head.

A kick to the side of Amy's face sent her gliding through the air. She moaned in agony after landing hard on her back. Adrenaline racing through Amy's body compelled her to keep fighting.

During the next three minutes, Amy would end up being the queen of the fight.

The young mother rose to her feet, putting herself in a trance. She imagined that Paul was the crazed policeman who shot her husband. She imagined that the underground garage was a courtroom.

Amy perfected the axe kick during her UFC fighting days. The axe kick was a Taekwondo fighting move that involved the leg being raised from the outside of the body like an outside crescent kick, then the leg was pulled down with the heel pointed downward. The axe kick would typically be targeted toward the opponent's head, his shoulder, or his chest and it required significant flexibility and balance to employ effectively. Amy had significant flexibility and balance which made it easy for her to deliver the axe kick. She knew the axe kick was best used against the collar bone, which could break easily, but instead she brought the heel of her foot down on Paul's fractured nose.

Most Taekwondo kicks involved bending the knee as part of the chambering for the kick, but the axe kick was an exception, and Amy loved executing the kick because she didn't have to bend her knee. All she had to do was lift her leg like a ballerina and keep her leg straight as an arrow while bringing the heel of her foot down on Paul's face. When Amy brought her foot down she made contact with Paul's forehead, his nose and his mouth.

It was a fast and vicious kick that caused more damage to Paul's nose. Amy executed the kick well. She watched as blood spewed out of Paul's nose.

"F*ck!" Amy heard Paul say a curse word for the first time. Paul rarely cursed in his vocabulary, but after receiving another blow to his broken nose, the trans hitman let the curse word slip from his mouth. It was a strong possibility that Paul's nose would need complete reconstructive surgery.

Amy stood back and watched as blood dripped from Paul's nose down over his mouth and chin. The blood continued to drip on the hitman's black necktie and on his black shirt.

Amy couldn't get relaxed, not even for a second. She hoped that her kick across Paul's nose would wipe the smirk off his face, and it did for a minute.

Paul went back to smirking. He used a black handkerchief he got from his suit jacket to clean the blood from his nose. Instead of feeling wrathful, Paul felt fascinated by Amy and how she could fight better than a man. The hitman was enamored by Amy. He couldn't believe that such a small beautiful young woman could fight so well and be so tough. Paul prided himself on being a master martial artist and he didn't know he would have a problem taking down Amy.

Paul had no respect for Asian women at first. The only Asian woman he had respect for was his crime boss, Princess Death Row. But after meeting Amy, Paul had to realize that he was dealing with a very beautiful and dangerous Asian woman that deserved his respect.

"You're so pretty and you fight like a Shaolin Monk. I see why my boss wants you alive." Paul complimented Amy's beauty and her martial arts talents. The hitman hoped that maybe his compliments would dilute Amy's concentration. If he could make her relax with compliments then he could make her vulnerable.

Amy never said a word to Paul after he complimented her. Instead, she gave the trans hitman a middle finger gesture. She kept her middle finger in front of Paul for about a minute, watching as he put his head down laughing.

"I understand why you hate me. I talk too much, like I'm talking too much now. But you hate me for killing your sister and father," Paul stated through a light chuckle. "I know you hate me for what I did. But you see, I had to kill them. They were excess baggage." Paul continued to chuckle.

Amy tried to shut out Paul's chattering and taunting. She didn't want anything to cloud her judgment and cause her to lose the fight. 

Paul kept chattering to see if he could rattle Amy. "It's hard when you lose the ones you love. My boss told me that you lost your son. Her men kidn*pped your baby and you couldn't save him. What's his name, Eric?" Paul savored his words as he continued to taunt Amy. "It must be hard for a mother to lose her baby. You miss him don't you?" The hitman's question hung in the air, unanswered.

Amy remained silent and she gave Paul a blank stare. She tried not to show any emotion. because she knew Paul wanted to see tears.

Paul's eyes were fixed on Amy's face as he continued to chatter and ramble like a drunken cowboy. The hitman studied Amy's face, scanning for any signs of weakness. Paul enjoyed speaking harshly to Amy but Christina, his female alter ego, wanted to say something comforting to Amy. Christina felt bad and she had to come forth. The hitman tried to stop Christina from taking over, but she overpowered his consciousness.

"I'm really sorry about this!" Paul's voice changed suddenly. The rough Southern grumble had left his voice. It became soothingly feminine and hypnotic. "You have to forgive Paul. He's a killer. He killed my husband and my daughter just like he killed your father and your sister." Christina's personality came forth like a gentle breeze.

Amy's mouth dropped open when she saw Paul's demeanor change right before her eyes. It felt like she was looking at a different person within a matter of seconds. Amy didn't know that Paul used to be a woman. She assumed that the feminine personality that had leaked out of Paul was a split personality. It was the only way Amy could make sense out of Paul's change of voice and femine demeanor. 

"What?" The word crawled from between Amy's. She never said anything to Paul but she spoke up when she heard the voice of Christina.

"Paul is not a man, Honey!" Christina spoke again. The female alter ego found her chance to take over and she knew that she had a limited amount of time. "I'm sorry for this! Paul is an animal! He made me kill my baby and my husband! He destroyed my life! I used to be a woman like you. I was born a female." Christina's smooth baby like voice became a little forceful. She not only gained control of Paul's voice but she gained control of the hitman's body. Christina reached out to Amy. She wanted to hold her hand while apologizing to her. 

Amy didn't feel disturbed by this strange female personality. She saw another person emerging out of the hitman. A spirit of a former nurturing mother and wife who had a giving nature. Amy saw Christina. She stuck out her hand when she saw what Christina was trying to do. Amy took hold of Christina's hand. She felt like she was holding the hand of another woman. Possibly, the ghost of a young woman. Amy couldn't shake the strange sensation and she couldn't believe that she was holding Paul's hand, but yet could sense a female presence. Amy never had to remind herself that was engaging Paul. She could only see Christina's personality.

"I didn't want this to happen!" Christina began crying while holding Amy's hand. "My name is Christina Kinsley and I used to be a mother and a wife like you. I was happy until Paul took over! He took my husband and my daughter from me! When he first entered my body, I thought it was a demon possession. Each time he would enter my body his presence would become stronger to a point that I couldn't control him." Christina spoke past her tears while clutching Amy's hand between her palms. Christina wanted to maintain her control over Paul's body but she knew that the hitman would eventually take back the wheel.

Amy didn't know what to say. She stood motionless while caressing Christina's hand. It felt like she was interacting with the spirit of a dead woman who had possessed a man's body. If Amy could step outside of herself she would see herself holding the hand of a muscular hitman in a men's suit. Amy felt like something had possessed her. 

She tried to interact with Christina and she could see her, but she couldn't understand the phenomena. For a few minutes Amy got a glimpse of Christina. It felt like her eyes were open to another dimension. Amy saw that she was holding hands with a red haired young woman who had a slender and shapely build. Amy saw the tears on Christina's face. She could see her flawless ivory-white skin and her delicately beautiful Nordic facial features. She could see Christina's full lips, her dainty nose and her gorgeously kind, but tormented, arctic blue eyes. Amy could see Christina's dimples. She could see her wavy, mahogany rose colored hair, which flowed down past her shoulders. She could also see Christina's wedding dress. She had a diamond necklace and a pair of matching earrings that dangled from her ears like two glittery chandeliers. A tattoo that said Kyle & Christina Forever was etched into the side of her left shoulder. Amy saw how Christina's wedding dress had the shape of an hourglass, like Christina's figure, but there was blood on the front of her wedding gown.

"The blood of my husband and my baby is on my dress," Christina continued speaking while pointing at her wedding gown. The mother still had Amy's hand and she could feel Paul trying to snatch back the microphone.

"What?" Amy could only say that one word to Christina. She wanted to say more to her but the shock froze her lips. All Amy could do was stand there and caress Christina's hand.

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the cruel things that Paul has done to you," Christina whispered through her tears and she could feel Paul creeping up on her. "He's coming back and I can't stop him. Before I go, I just want to tell you that I'm not a killer. Paul is the one who's a killer, not me. If I had my way, I would have stopped him from killing your sister and your father. I wish I could stop him from hurting you and hurting that poor baby!" Christina pointed over at Azad with her sorrowful words pouring out of her.

Amy found ways to comfort Christina when she could see her becoming more frantic. She began brushing her fingers through Christina's hair hoping she could calm her down. Amy felt like she was having an outer body experience. She still felt like she was possessed by something. The young mother wanted to keep holding Christina's hand but she felt something trying to pull her away. She felt the spirit of Christina drifting away. Amy wanted to do something to keep Christina's presence with her. She felt like a psychic who was trying to hold on to the hand of a ghost. Amy could only hold on to Christina's petite hand for five minutes. When Christina vanished, the atmosphere went dark again.

"Damn you, Christina!" Paul roared out while snatching his hand away from Amy. The hitman turned his back on Amy while cursing and screaming at himself. He could feel Christina trying to take over again and he had to stop her. Paul shouted at Christina and he quickly placed her back in her box. "Forgive me, she comes out sometimes," Paul told Amy with his back still turned. "I try to subdue her but she always finds a way to come out of me." The transgender hitman's Texas accent and his bass heavy voice returned to him. The killer turned back around to face Amy with his hands on his hips. He took a deep breath as he looked into Amy's eyes. A smirk returned to his face.

Amy knew that what she experienced with Christina was real, but she wasn't certain. She hoped that she wasn't losing her mind.

"You fight well," Paul proceeded. The assassin gave Amy his lecherous smile. He gave Amy a sympathetic stare when he saw her looking over his shoulder at Azad.

The little boy was still staring at Amy through a lost glimmer in his little eyes. He had his head resting on the Death Row Infantry-woman's shoulder. Amy wanted to reach out and take hold of Azad, but she had to keep her focus. She took a deep breath, struggling to hold back her urge to break down.

Amy's confidence felt like a dilapidated building. A voice kept telling her to stay focused.

Amy did well at fooling Paul. The young woman performed a good acting job by putting both of her hands up to her face to make it look like she was crying into her hands. When Paul approached her with his hand out to touch her face, that's when Amy attacked. She waited until Paul got close enough and she pushed him back with her fists. After shoving Paul back, Amy walloped him with a tornado kick, which was a three-hundred and sixty degree spin kick.

Amy's spin kick caught Paul off guard again. He got kicked in his mouth when he attempted to touch Amy. The hitman fell back, trying to shake off the blow. He cracked his neck before giving Amy a primordial, beastly stare.

It was back to the grind for Amy and Paul. The hitman and Amy went at each other worse than the first time. Amy kept throwing Paul off his rhythm with her unorthodox fighting skills. She grabbed both of Paul's hands while falling down on her back and bringing the hitman down to the ground with her.

Paul didn't know what happened until he felt himself being thrown by Amy's feet kicking him over her body. The hitman landed on his back. He tried to stand but was knocked down again by Amy's knee kicking him in his torso. Amy kneed the hitman in his mid-section, but she had to endure a hard blow to the side of her abdomen. Paul rammed his elbow into her rib cage which knocked her off her feet.

The hitman grabbed Amy's wrist, pulling the side of her body into his elbow after enduring a blow to his abdomen. Amy had to remember that the weak spots on Paul's body were stronger than the weak spots on the body of an average person. Paul was still dangerous even when you had him down.

Amy didn't understand that she was dealing with a trans-man who trained his body to accept all kinds of extreme pain. He could endure pain just as well as he could deliver it. Amy found out how good Paul could deliver pain when she struggled to stand and felt a sharp stabbing pain in her side.

Amy's thoughts were racing while she was still on the ground struggling to get up. She panicked when she could hear Paul's smooth footsteps getting closer.

Amy tried to punch Paul in the face but the hitman shifted his head to one side dodging her fist. Using his lightning reflexes, he grabbed Amy's fist, and he twisted her hand in a devastating direction.

The hitman punished Amy by twisting her hand, grabbing her around the throat, and body slamming her. The body slam dislocated Amy's shoulder, again.

Amy screamed out, trying to grab her shoulder but Paul prevented her. He twisted her arm while getting down on top of her body and wrapping his powerful legs around her small neck.

Paul had performed a wrestling chokehold on Amy and he felt himself getting sexually stimulated. He enjoyed listening to Amy gasp for air as he tightened his thighs around her throat. Paul ignored the pain of feeling Amy sinking her teeth into one of his legs.

What shocked Paul was that Amy wrapped one of her legs around his neck, but when the hitman dislocated her elbow and then popped it back into place, that prevented Paul from almost getting strangled himself. Amy released an enraged scream and she fought like hell to free her neck from the leg noose that Paul was applying to her throat.

"My God, you're a fiery little thing. You don't give up," Paul whispered down to Amy while squeezing his legs tighter around her neck. "Let's see, you gave me the middle finger earlier. Was it this finger on this hand?" Paul gently took hold of Amy's middle finger and he snapped the bone in Amy's fingertip. When Paul broke Amy's finger, he forced her to release a wailing earth shattering cry that vibrated his eardrums.

The hitman showed no mercy.

He became aroused after snapping Amy's middle finger like a twig. It gave him a s****l rush to hear cracking bones. Paul felt very satisfied with himself. He mastered Amy's body, feeling like he had s*x with her.

Amy found herself lying on the ground suffocating in her tears. She looked away from Paul, when laid right beside her. He gazed deep into Amy's eyes before leaning forward and kissing away a tear that cascaded past her lips.

"I'm sorry, darling. It looks like you lost," Paul mocked Amy. The hitman affectionately brushed his fingers through Amy's platinum-blonde pixie cut. He also reached behind Amy's neck, pulled a small object out of her short hair. "I put a tracking device in your hair. That's how I located you down here in the parking lot. I love this little gizmo, it's an earring and a tracking device." Paul waved the tracking device in front of Amy's face. The tracking device was a small earring designed to look like a little silver handgun, which Paul attached back into his earlobe.

Amy choked while gasping in air. She felt paralyzed. Her injuries arrested her. Amy laid on the ground on her side in a fetal position. She could feel her tears streaming down her face and across her nose, and she shut her eyes, trying to avoid looking at the hitman's face.

Amy shivered when Paul touched her hair again. She wanted to slap the hitman's hand away from her face and hair but she couldn't move.

Amy fell to pieces when she heard Azad crying. The young mother wanted to stand up and make her way toward Azad.

"P-p-please d-don't hurt my baby," Amy stumbled over her words while crying over the fact that she couldn't rescue Azad. She pleaded with Paul through a breathless whisper.

"Don't worry Darling, he'll be safe with me," Paul assured Amy while still hovering close to her face, with his hand brushing her hair.

Amy buried her face into the ground, sobbing. She thought about all her past sins. She felt that God condemning her for being a stripper and selling her body for s*x when she was 18-years-old. Amy regretted her past. She regretted sleeping with guys for money. She regretted borrowing her father's car and lying to him. Amy regretted doing drugs and having s*x with strange older men in the backseat of her father's car. Amy felt God punishing her for her teenage rebellion. At the time, she told herself that selling her body would help pay for college and help support her father who lost his construction job. Even though her father told her that God wasn't punishing her, she didn't. Now she didn't have her father to comfort her.

"You're so beautiful, and it's amazing that you look just like my boss. You're so sexy." Paul brushed his fingers through Amy's blonde hair one last time. He slowly rose to his feet, towering over Amy's body. After putting on his suit jacket, Paul came back and stood over Amy with that familiar insidious smirk on his face. The transgender hitman gazed down at Amy like she was a baby in a crib. Paul admired her beauty for a minute, before bringing his fist down on her face. When Paul knocked Amy unconscious Christina emerged from Paul again, faster than lightning. 

"What the f*ck is wrong with you?" Christina came out with fury. "Why did you punch her like that? Why did you break her finger?" Christina hopped back into the driver's seat and she chastised Paul for his bad behavior. "Who told you to go and be a f*cking hitman! You destroyed my life! Now you're trying to destroy this woman's life! You're gonna destroy that little boy's life!" Christina forced Paul to look up at Azad. "Don't hurt him. I'm not going to let you kill this baby like you killed my daughter, you son of a b***h!" Christina roared at Paul with all her might.

Paul closed his eyes and he roared back at Christina. "Shut the f*ck up, you stupid cunt!!" The transgender hitman turned into a rampaging maniac. He kept trying to fight his female side and he struggled to keep Christina quiet. "Listen to me! I don't want to hear your voice come out of me anymore! I've taken over your f*cking life whether you like it or not! You're not a woman anymore! You're a man now and you better get used to it! Now I want you to stay quiet! If you say one more word to me, I swear to God, I will kill us both!!" Paul threatened Christina. He finally noticed that his team of soldiers were all staring at him like he was a mental patient. Paul argued with Christina, but his team of men only saw a man ranting and raving at himself. They heard a man shouting at himself in two different voices, which shocked them. One voice sounded male, while the other was female.

Some of the soldiers thought that Paul had become demon possessed. In a way, Paul was demon possessed, but he was a demon who was battling Christina over her body. Paul had to think of a way to get rid of Christina, permanently. He knew that him and Christina wouldn't be able to co-exist if he wanted to remain a successful hitman.