Cinderella of Past Midnight

On the 9th of August at 9 am, the morning was interrupted by a piece of breaking news. The mothers who often watched tv so early in the morning with their children quickly turned it off while those who are curious and gossipy leaned in their tv and watched the news. "In a certain bar, a room was filled with dead bodies all stabbed to death. According to the police, this was a murder case done by the rage of a gang. They are investigating and up till now they can't pinpoint how the whole gang got inside this small room without being caught." the reporter stopped and her face became serious. "The big question is, what did happen here last night?" ~10 hours ago... A girl wearing very thin and short clothes, almost revealing herself, knocked into a room. The door opened and she was greeted by a loud noise coming from the speakers and the cheering of the old men inside. She closed her eyes, wishing to not see the desire and lust of the people in here. Why? Because they are directing that on her.  'Disgusting men' she thought since she cants tell that to anyone, she would just bear it all. Holding a tray, she carefully placed each drink of the customer on the table. She did not mind those who are checking her out. At the very last drink, someone tripped her making the drink spill on one of the customers. Her eyes widen as that happened. She immediately bent down to wipe the spill on the table when she felt a hand touch her thigh. "These bastards," she whispered with anger and disgust in her voice. "What did you say?" the man next to her asked along with a threatening glare. She avoided his eyes and looked down, "I said I was sorry, it's all my fault," she said but to be honest she just made that up. She doesn't wanna get caught after all. She bore with it all, all the touching, all the words. After wiping the spills on the table, she looked up to the man in front of her, the customer that she accidentally spilled drinks onto. The man was handsome unlike those who are old and wrinkly. Again, this man was handsome. You cannot compare him to anyone. With his perfect jawline, luscious lips, long lashes, and a mole under his right eye, any woman would fall for him. Add the information about his perfectly sculpted body and every other man would suddenly look like a squid to you. With a trembling voice, she asked, "S-should I wipe your clothes too?" She quickly averted her eyes when the man looked at him. Yeah, he has the appearance but you will be taken back if he looks at you. It is scary. "Don't bother," he answered, even his voice is handsome too. A cold and deep voice, perfect for his looks. The other men groan out of disappointment.  "Are you serious dude?" "You should say yes!" "Why? So that you can take advantage of her like earlier?" the man coldly asked. "The tripping wasn't an accident, is it?" No one answered thus the room is now filled with silence. "As expected, it wasn't an accident," he said as he rest his back on the couch then put his foot on the table. "You can go out now," he said on the woman serving them drinks. "But sir---" "Go now." with finality, he said. "Thank you", then the girl bowed and went to the door. When she go out, a woman was leaning against the wall, waiting for her. "How did it go?" the woman asked. With a serious face, she replied, "I served the drinks as you ordered me to. But there was a small problem." "What is it?" "Someone tripped me so one of the drinks spilled. One of the customers inside the room did not intake it." she paused remembering how that happened. "Should I go and serve it again?" she asked. "No, that will be enough. Thank you." the woman answered then stood straight. "Your job ends here. Thank you." "Your welcome, just make sure to not let anyone in their out alive. Just kill them all," she said full of anger, disgust, and hatred.  All the unpleasant feelings she had will soon be gone. She hopes that this will go well so that she can be free. "Of course, it will be my pleasure," after saying that, she prepared herself and was about to go inside the room when the girl held her hand. She looked at her worriedly. "You will still be alive the next time we meet, right?" she hopes. "That. . ." the woman thinks for a moment. "Of course I will. I am the best after all." The girl let out a sigh of relief. "Then can I know your name? Madam?" The woman smiled, showing her white pearly teeth. "Just call me Mica." She nodded. "Yes, thank you, Mica. See you soon." after saying that she turned her back and walked away.  Mica waited until she disappear into the corridor before knocking on the door. She smirked, 'Oh this will be bloody.' When the door opened, she immediately had her knives in her hands and the man on the door was greeted with a stab on his chest. "W-what?" the man uttered as he felt his body falling onto the ground. Before he lost consciousness and died, he saw one scene that will haunt him forever. Mica is grinning with blood splatter on her face while holding a knife in her hand. "Jacob!" someone shouted and quickly attended to the man lying on the floor. "Oh god, how is he?" It took a couple of seconds before the man answered. he looked back with a horrified expression on his face. "He is dead." Before anyone can react to what happened, Mica quickly stabbed the man in front of him and threw one of her knives towards one of the customers. There were originally 7 customers here, she killed 2, injured 1. Doing the basic maths, only 4 men and a half are left. "Hey! You b***h, who do you think you are?" one man shouted as he took out his gun. Two men followed after him and directed their guns at Mica. 'Oh boy, you are dead.' one man thought, the one who was hit with a knife on his arm. But actually, the opposite happened, the one with the guns died. With a fast speed, Mica was able to direct one of the guns to the other and slit his throat with her knife. She then picked up a bottle of beer and smashed it on the third man's head. "Ugh."  "f**k, my head is spinning!" the man who was hit in the head complained. "Good, then keep spinning," Mica said then kicked him making him hit the wall. He is not yet dead, Mica will deal with him later. Now with just one man standing, it will be finished within seconds. Little did the customer know that the drinks that were served here were poisoned. If Mica attacked them or not, they will all end up dead anyway, no matter what she will chose, it is already decided. In the end, she will win. She and the man started throwing things at each other. What a nuisance that this guy can fight, he just kicked Mica'snknives, how disrespectful of him.  "I don't hit women but I think you will be an exception." the man confidently stated then aimed for his opponents face. Mica wasn't able to avoid the first attack but as soon as the man was about to punch her again, quickly bent down to dodge that punch and quickly kicked the man's abdomen making him take a few steps back and groan. She took this as an opportunity as she picked up the knife then punch the man in the face. She did that repeatedly until the man fell and she was on top of him. "Get off me, you bitch." Mica wiped the blood on the sides of her lips then mockingly said, "Arf, arf" And the only thing you can hear now was the shout of the agony of the man as Mica stabbed him. The face of the remaining man was so scared that he took a step back. Mistakenly, he bumped into the table making a very loud noise, picking the attention of Mica. "Oh, I forgot that you are still alive, Mister Sanchez." The mans' eyes widened as he heard her calling his name. "Wh-who are you?" it was not intentional but his voice cracked and he stuttered. "Call me..." she walked towards him and smiled. "Mica." "H-how do y-you know me? Who s-sent you?!" the man asked with his back on the wall. He was cornered, both sides are where the furniture is and in front of him was her. Surely, there is no way to run nor hide.  It's time to face his end in the hands of this woman. "I know you because I want something from you. the second question I don't know if I can answer that. . . let's just say that you are the prey and I am the predator." Mica stated. "W-what is it t-that you want to know?" She tilt her head, her eyes glued on the man in front of him. "I want to know where the drive is." "The drive?" the man asked himself. The drive is Mica's mission. She was also sent to assassinate Mister Sanchez, the man who is cornered in front of her now. "Yes, the drive! Can you kindly tell me where is it?" she asked him with bright eyes. From that moment the man realized who she is. She is an assassin sent to kill him. 'But why is she so talkative and noisy?' the man can't help himself to think of that question. "I don't know anything!" he claimed. Mica is annoyed so not aware of what will happen next, she twisted the mans' arm and then stabbed his legs. Oh, she is impatient as well as she always speaks what's on her mind. Not your ideal assassin, eh? "You should answer when I ask, mister. You are disrespectful." The man groaned in the agony of his arms. "Please, I know nothi---" Before he was able to finish what he was saying, Mica, again act impulsively, She punched him hard and then kicked him. He also made him kneel. With a smile on Mica's face, she sat at the table and then crossed her leg. With that sight, the man who kneels in front of her shut his eyes and started begging for mercy. "P-please, I beg of you let me go! I know nothing! I was just following orders! Please have mercy on me! I have a w-w-wife and a baby to feed? Don't you have any family?" The smile on her face instantly faded when that word was mentioned. 'Boy, I was gonna let him live, at least with broken bones. But why does he have to mention that?' She thought. "Family?" she asked as she raised her brows. "Mister, I don't have one so shut your mouth before I slit that throat of yours." she threatened him, feeling the knife inside her pockets she laughed.  It was so sharp. So sharp that she wanted to immediately slit the throat of that person. But she has to compose herself. That was not the plan. Even if she is itching to kill that man, he must stop for she has another purpose coming here. The drive, she must get that drive no matter what. "Mister answer my question, please?" Mica smiled at him showing her perfect pearly teeth. Her smile was like an angels' giving you warmth and a happy feeling but Mica herself is the opposite. Warmth? Nah. She'll give you death. And she will be the only one happy about that. The man avoided her eyes and started looking at the clock behind her. He did not want to answer her question. Hell, he didn't want to talk with her at all.  "Mister?" His eyes widened after hearing her calling him like that with coldness in her voice. At this time, even his heavy breathing can be heard because the room was filled with silence. The joyous room earlier where he celebrated getting promoted became a dungeon-like place for him. The bright walls are now covered in red blood, each shade comes from a different person, the foods are now on the floor, kissing Mica's foot, and the lively people in here are now all dead. 'How can a single girl do all this?' he thought. The answer is simple. Mica is a professional assassin, trained in her childhood years, got through the challenges alone, and always performed her task excellently. That is who she is. "Mister? My patience is running out. Better tell me where the drive is located or else..." Mica grinned seeing the man gulp. "I-I don't know what you are talking about miss. I don't know." "Is that so?" "Y-yes! I-I was just following orders!" "Orders?" She asked eyeing the man. "What are those?" "H-huh?" the man asked anxiously.  "The orders that you were following? What are those?" Mica asked. "Gosh, I hate repeating myself. What an idiot." "H-he said to give the drive to Severus..." She had a sour expression on her face telling how much she disagree with something. "Are you serious?!" She exclaimed. "After all the trouble I'd gone through, the drive was not in your hands?!" she rolled her eyes and stand up. The man was following all her movements as she kept on rambling and whining around. "Gosh! I felt betrayed, you know that?" she asked and turned to the man. He did not answer and just observed her. "Nice talking. Ugh! That damned man, after telling me to go after you since he told me that you knew where the drive is, he stole my car! Ahh! This was supposed to be his mission, why am I doing this anyway?" The man tilted his head thinking if this was his chance to getaway. But unfortunately for him, even if he wanted to, he can't since he got broken bones.  "Hey, mister, don't move. We are still not done talking." Mica coldly spoke as her knife is directed at the man's neck. With just a little movement, his life will end.  "B-but I already told you, I don't know anything!" the man kept denying and carefully shook his head while his eyes are glued on the clock Mica rolled her eyes. She knew it. She was right. "Adam!" she called and with just a matter of seconds the door of the room flew away hitting one of the walls. It made such a sound that the man almost, almost, mistakenly tilt his head towards the knife. Mica, who saw all that happened "oohh" with disappointment. 'So close' she thought. "Yes?" the man named Adam replied. "Hold him." She commanded. With just those two words, the pitiful man's arm almost broke. Mica gasp, "Not like that you i***t! We still need him!" she scolded Adam. He just looked away and focused his attention on the guy that he is restraining. He gave him a death glare in which the poor guy surmise into "Move and you'll die." He shrieked. Well, Adam is a big guy with tons of muscles, and he has such a scary face and dark aura. In general, it was better for the poor guy to just die. Mica walked towards the clock- it was where the man was looking every time he avoided her gaze- and reached for it. As expected she still needs to grow to be tall enough to be able to reach that.  She pulled a chair and stand on it just to get the clock. The clock was black and has Roman Numerals as its number. If you would look at it from a distance, it is just an ordinary clock but up close you would see the blinking red light indicating that this is a camera.  She is right. When she removed the clock, colorful wires are exposed. "I knew it," Mica said turning back to the man while holding the clock and grinning. "It is weird for someone to die to keep on looking at the clock. I mean, what do you need to know? The time of your death?" she joked but she's the only one who laughed. "And in addition, this clock doesn't even work," she added. She walked towards the man, Adam still restraining him, and threw the clock in his direction. It hit the wall and the glass shattered in the air giving the man a wound on his cheek. Mica smiled at the sight, it was refreshing for her to see. The man was helpless against them. With broken bones and a tired body, he could not break out of Adam. Add the glaring of Mica too, it was truly terrifying for him. Again, at this time he wanted to die. "What were you thinking mister?" Mica asked sitting in front of him so that both of their heads are on the same level. "Do you think that they will save you?" she mockingly asked. The man shook his head. "No. I-I know that t-they would never go to such lengths just to save me. For them, I am just a pawn." with confidence, he said. Inside Mica's head, she agreed. This man is just a pawn, a pawn that is ready to die at any moment just so the king can win the game. The game of chess consists of two players using their minds to win. And to win, pawns are sacrificed. Just like this. This guy will be sacrificed. Gosh, humans are something don't they? "Mister I am going to ask you one last time," the man felt the tip of the knife on his throat, moving back and forth. "Where is the drive?" "I-I know nothing!" he shouted. Mica sighed, feeling frustrated. "I am itching to kill you since earlier---" "Then just kill me! Please. . . just kill me." She raised her brows. She felt offended. 'How dare he to cut my words' she thought. "Wait, but earlier you told me you have a family. What will happen to them if I killed you?" Mica asked, of course, mockingly. A tear fell from his eyes. Adam who was restraining the man felt a little awkward. For him, big boys do not cry. It was the unwritten rule that he believes everyone followed. Guess he was wrong. The man then cried. Pouring her tears out. Mica was just looking at him not feeling anything. "Please just kill me. . . I am tired of living this life," if earlier he was begging for mercy and his life, now he is begging for his death. Why? Because he just realized that the only way he can be free from them is death. And Mica is the only one who can help her. As for Mica, she saw this as an opportunity to get what she wanted. She acted as if she cared and touched the man's face. "then tell me where the drive is."  The man stayed quiet and did not dare to speak any words to hear. She tilts her head, observing him. "Then shall I change my question?", her eyes roamed inside the room. "Who was here with you earlier?" The man's eyes widened, not expecting that question from her. 'How could she---' Before he can finish his thought, Mica tapped his cheek and smiled. "Mister, answer this would you?" The man was speechless for a moment. "I don't know who he is," he confessed, closing his eyes as he recall the appearance of that man. "But, he was tall, handsome and a mole. . . under his right eye!" Mica scoffed, unbelievably. 'What the? He is that handsome?' she asked herself. Anyways, she is right. When she first got into this room, there were seven people but earlier, she saw the server girls' tray and it has eight glasses of drinks. And as the girl mentioned earlier, one drink was spilled. That means there were 8 people here. "Where did he go?" Mica asked, desperately because she believes that this handsome man may be the one who knew where the drive is. "How can I know? I don't even know his name." Mica nodded, yeah, as if she will believe that. "I don't believe you" she stated frankly. "Mica," Adam warned him. It was not part of the mission to go and ask who that person is, so he is warning her. "It is better not to do unnecessary things," he added, out of concern. "At least tell me something!" "Shid! I heard someone called him Shid!" the man answered, scared of Mica being annoyed again. 'Shid? Where did I hear that name before? it sounds familiar." she thought. "Anything else you wanted to say?" She asked with her brow shot up. The man sighed in defeat, recalling all the happy times that he had in his life, he then smiled. "I won't pretend anymore," he started. Adam and Mica quickly paid attention. "The drive that you are looking for is in the hands of someone here." "What?" Mica asked. She turned to adam, "You understand anything?" "No." "Hey Mister Sanchez, can you elabo---" her question was cut short when a bullet flew from the window hitting the man's head. The two looked at each other and with a nod, the two of them took shelter. "Damn it! There's a sniper!" Mica complained as she typed on her watch to send a message to the headquarters. "Martin Sanchez A.K.A Severus is terminated by a sniper. The drive was not here, it was in the hands of one of the people here. Job, not done well.                                                                                                         -Mica"