Young and Deadly

Chapter Ten

He smirked and looked me over. The near blackness of his eyes showed me his anger and lust as if they were a flickering flame of his emotions. This man wasn't hard to read so his intent wasn't concealed from me. He was here to kill me, but seemed to have his own... agenda... to fill before he did just that.

"Hey there sweet cheeks," his grin is salacious and wide. "I bet you know what I'm here for. Frankly, I'm surprised at what I see. From what I've been told, you're nearly undefeatable. You even killed my partner."

All I could do was stare at him blankly. Who was his partner? I've killed so many people that it could have been anyone. He just laughs at the look on my face.

"You shot him in broad daylight while he was in the Luna Park Cafe?" He just watched closely for my reaction. I knew now, but still kept my emotion in check. "You really don't remember? How many people have you killed in that one cafe?"

"I don't know, I've killed a lot of people. I've made almost one hundred and fifty kills in seven years or so." Sad part is, it's true. I'm well trained and in high demand among the agents. They take an emotional hit every time they kill, but I have no real emotions after kills so it means I'm able to do job on top of job and in mass.

Don't get me wrong, I plan carefully and flawlessly pull it off. Sadly -and I don't like saying this at all- I'm a natural at it. I've just killed a lot in a short amount of time. The assignment with Regina's parents has been my slowest paced assignment there is. Usually, I work more than one job at a time.

"You are one sick little girl," he sneers. "You'll deserve everything that you get."

Then his hand travels up in the air. I was sure that soon, my cheek would be red and stinging from the wrath of this mans hatred for me. Instead, he places it on my cheek and strokes my face. I screw my eyes shut, frozen with a memory.

"Most dangerous person ever known? Psh, yeah right!" He leers at me.

"I am the most dangerous person ever known." My laugh is full of malice. I had since recovered from my memory.

"So far, I find that had to believe."

"Five seconds to run and I won't hurt you... too much." I grin sweetly.

"Like I'm going to fall for that!" He snorts.

"One... two... three.... It's not wise to stay any long. I really suggest that you move."

"Make. Me."

"You asked fo-" There was a squealing of tires that drown out my voice.

"Sorry, what did you say?" He smiles a salacious smile of satisfaction.

"I said, you asked for-" The man was ripped away suddenly. I look around, dazed and confused. What just happened?

I look once again and what I see in front of me is the men in black, beating the hell out of trench coat guy. Okay, be happy that they saved you. Who am I kidding? I wanted to beat the s**t out of these men! They took the thrill out of getting my revenge away from me. Oh wow, I'm freaking pouting!

"What the hell do you guys think you're doing? Do you think this guy is some sort of alien? Because I don't buy that shit."

Trench coat guy now lay unconscious two feet away from me. The men in black stood and turned to me. Was that amusement dancing in the depths of their irises? Oh yeah, the men in black reference....

"I ask you to come with us Miss Blake Reid." The first man said in a deep, gravely voice.

Staring at them, I took in their features. The first one was tall, ghostly white, muscular, thinning hair, and nice pressed suit with tie and all in a charcoal black. The second one was short, sun kissed, a bit less muscular than guy number one, thick blond curls, and the same suit. Guy one had moss green eyes and guy two -when he finally removed his shades- had brilliant baby blues.

"Why? I must warn you though; it won't be pretty if you force me." My tone was menacing and full of confidence.

"This matter pertains to Georgette Peterson and Shelby Crosby." Guy one responded. That caught my attention and I looked into the eyes of both men. Urgency was evident in both their eyes and now they were shuffling towards the SUV. Must have been what caused the squealing tire sound.

"Okay where are we going?"

~*~*~*~*

"So that's why? Sure explains a lot I guess." I shrug and pause to think things over.

"So are you in?" Carl and Seth ask in unison. They had told me their names in the SUV on the way to the little office space within the Pike Place Market area.

"Yeah, I'm most certainly in." My grin is something that would make even the toughest of men cower.

~*~*~*~*

"Where the hell did you go?" Dean asked as I finally showed up to Elizabeth's house.

"Well, you obviously didn't look very hard because I was being molested by mister trench coat guy!" I growl in his face.

"Oh no dear, is everything alright?" Elizabeth gasped and grabbed my upper arms, her eyes shining with worry as she ran them over my body.

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine. I managed after a while to get to one of my weapons," I reassure her. Now I turn threateningly towards Dean. "What kind of agent are you that you don't come looking for someone when they're missing?"

"I-I..." I stopped him.

"You aren't a very bright agent are you? They seriously sent you to guard me?” I scoff. Sure that isn't nice of me, but he could have saved me some trouble.

He goes to open his mouth, but Elizabeth -who can sense the tense and hostile turn of the conversation- interrupts. "Jason left for good about an hour ago." The sadness in her voice is palpable.

"I knew he was leaving, but so soon? Even though he would have probably ignored me, I would have liked to say good-bye to him!" I toss my hands in the air, my nostrils flaring ever so slightly at my bubbling temper.

"Dear, it's fine. He left here without the difficulty I know he would have had with you here. He cares for you and it was already hard for him to know that he was leaving you here.... Especially when you don't even know the stranger who is replacing him.

"He told me to report on how equip the new guy was. Something about no one -not even him- being able to come close to you. That no one in the agency is half as good of an... agent, as you. Sorry about all that Dean."

"No problem Elizabeth," Dean smiles kindly at her, but his gaze doesn't leave me. Unlike most of his other emotions, these ones aren’t clear to my observant eyes.

"Hey, look guys, I'm going to turn in. I didn't get much sleep last night and I've had an exhausting day. Just wake me when dinner is ready would you Elizabeth?" A yawn decides to press its way between my lips at that moment. The men in black really had a lot for me to think about and to make a decision.

"Alright sweetie," she smiles a sad smile. I'm sure she went through quite a lot today. All I knew was that she and Jason were like a mother and son.

I turn and make my way up the stairs and to my room. All the while eyes trailed after me. Whose they were, I had no clue. As soon as I opened my bedroom door, my eyes landed on a piece of paper on my almost bare desk.

Picking up the paper, my deft fingers open the folder and I withdraw the letter. Unfolding it quickly, I straighten it out.

Blake,

I don't mean for this to be how it ends, but we were both know that I was making it nearly impossible. You are an amazing girl despite what you may believe. I also know you think you're heartless, but you're the opposite.

Open your eyes to the world around you. You would be surprised at what you find. Don't take too much time though; you can miss what is important. Don't be afraid to get close to someone, but separate yourself from the agency as much as possible. Maybe we'll meet again some other day, but for now, please take care of yourself.

With all the best,

Jason