Pretty Prey

Chapter One Small oval windows opened up and electric shutters opened up with distant fate music playing outside. Scents of flowers lingered into the oval room with white walls, floors and a singular king bed in the center with two hands dangling from the side covered with large obsidian blankets. The walls push outward with silver-lined plates. Water began to spill out from the silver-lined plates that form to the bottom of the floor as the water moved further down the bed in the center lowered more in a circle with steps to enter it. The water disappeared into small openings. The walls shifted and some paintings with neon highlights and bland colors move forward. A door opened up from the left as it shifted then a man with a faded crimson haircut almost curved into her side. He stepped forward and stopped as he saw the hands move the covers back to reveal a young woman with crystal clear cerulean eyes, frost matte colored lipstick and a narrow slender face. She held the blankets around herself looking up at the man who had an olive skin tone. “Did you sleep well? I thought after last night, you might want to go a second round, I never did catch your name?” he asked her. The woman slowly pulled the covers down to her waist. Her skin was creamy, toned and had an athletic body that contrasted to the blanched hue tone around her. Her small tight breasts perked to the cold air as she deliberately stood up then placed her feet on the transparent floor. She strolled gradually to him with her small hips. Saliva ran down the sides of mouth as he saw her tall body that was his near his height. The music played in the distance and she turned to see the waters continued to flow. Her long silvery straight blond hair bounced behind her as it appeared to shimmer in the light from the present color to light blond. “Do you want to know my name?” she gingerly asked. He nodded and walked to her sizing her up. She strolled over to him then pulled her head back and rubbed her bottom lip to the end of his left ear. He shut his eyes as she licked the end. At the same time, her hair swayed back and forth. An invisible imprint formed of a gun rising up to her left hand. The gun moved into her hand and she put the gun to his right side of his head. “Pretty Prey,” she whispered and stepped shooting him in the head. The man fell to the floor dead with blood splatter all around. Pretty stepped back and sauntered to the bed. She looked at her silver bodysuit on the side with her gray ankle boots. Pretty held up the suit and deliberately put it on as it encased her body like water. She sat on the bed for a second to put on her boots. On the side, a metal coiled tie was beside the bed. Pretty pushed her hair back to place it into a high ponytail. The body laid on the upper level of the room. Pretty walked to the front and strode over the body but stopped and took off one of the metal coils. Pretty placed the metal coil into her hand and raised it up. A digital visor form across her eyes like glasses to cover it. The coil flashed brightly then stopped. A voice sounded in the air, “sweep complete.” As she stepped out of the room, the door shut behind her and a long black hallway with skyline lights flashed all around. She turned to look at the windows to see a lush landscape with thousands of high rise buildings. Multiple flying cars flew. Pretty began to walk toward the single golden door in the center of the hallway. She hastened her pace and moved through the door. As the door shut behind her, Pretty closed her eyes and to enter a grayscale room. An elderly man with other cloaked members. A large scar spread across his face, yet his brick colored eyes stood out under his cloak. Pretty stepped forward with a cloak over her face. “Is it done, Pretty?” the elderly man asked. “It is Valens. The mission is done, and I am ready to take on my next mission,” Pretty asked. Valens nodded then took off his cloaked hood to show tanned skin. She took off her hood as well and met his eyes for a few seconds. “Pretty, we are here to ensure that the righteous is done. We will contact you for your next mission,” he remarked. She bowed her head, stepped back then closed her eyes. Pretty opened her eyes to see flashes of lights from the elevator moving fast. Pretty crossed her arms, for she had another mission done and it was for the greater good. She grinned then stepped forward through the door as it opened to a dozen of people waiting to get on. Pretty exited the elevator then walked down the cemented path. The wind gusted against her hair as it flew around. She continued to walk out and as the doors closed on the elevator a man with black hair, shave on the sides and a long bang stared at her. His mismatched eyes blinked for a second then gasped as he began to recognize her as the doors closed on him. **** Rain poured down from the sky and some drops hit a man’s head. He looked up to see the raindrops begin to shower all over the lush landscape. He raised his hand and a small clear keyboard moved with his fingertips. A shield appeared above him as he strolled into a large white dome with large openings on the sides. Many people raced back and forth. The man had icy sapphire eyes with flecks of amber. His tanned creamy skin was blemish free and smooth as satin silk. He walked in black robes and pants. His hair was midnight-black and straight with the tops curly. He paced to the center door with other people following him. The man appeared of age of thirty, taller than all those around him and hastened his pace as people and things were moved out of his way. A woman with white bobbed hair walked beside him. She was young, yet not. Her alluring eyes caught his and stopped him with it. She was a foot shorter than him yet was C-cup that seemed to bounce in her gray dress. “Lord Garrix, we need to contain the incident that occurred in Sector 42, with the death of Tallas Bean. His death was most unfortunate,” the woman expressed. Her long legs persuaded him seductively as looked through her as if she wasn’t there. “Listen, Fio, just make sure the cleanup is swift. Tallas was a Counselman that was important to my current experiments. I don’t want the general public to hear about this. Get it done.” Garrix stepped away from her and Fio watched as their leader was upset by the current news. She examined the others around her and glowered. Fio motioned, “Lord Garrix, needs to time, for Tallas was important member on the council. We need to investigate who is doing it—" A voice caught her attention to turn around to see the man with mismatched eyes and a husky sound, “I know who did it, Fio.” “Ladies and gentlemen, I will need to inform the council in three hours,” Fio directed then the people went into different directions. She exhaled and swiftly walked over to him and grabbed onto his arm for him to escort her. He was about her height and was bald. The lights refracted off the shine on his head. The man was older but hunched over slightly. After they were a distance apart, Fio pleased with his eyes, “who is it, Dein?” “It’s the same woman who has left the scene of the other crimes,” he noted. Fio scowled at him then looked away. She paced back and forth a few seconds. Fio couldn’t believe that it was the same woman who was the same assassin who killed three other council members in the last two months. It was hard to trace the woman, for she didn’t leave any prints. Fio crossed her arms together then started to walk away, for she knew who it was, but they couldn’t go to Lord Garrix with that information. Dein shook his head and started to walk the other way, for he was the underhand to Fio. Dein realized he had to find this woman, but he didn’t know her name. She was a nameless assassin that was threatening Lord Garrix's utopia. **** The rain continued to pour down as the land soaked it up. Many residents paraded down the sidewalks. Many citizens paced in tight form fitting clothes in simple designs and colors. A woman with a short oyster colored skirt to the high part of the thigh as she walked down the sidewalk with azure visor and short blond cropped hair to the ears. Her bubblegum pink lips partially opened then closed as she dug into her bag for a lollipop. Her sleeveless shaded mid-drift top showed off her stomach. Her long legs walked fashionably in front of one another with knee boots. She moved a lollipop between her lips. The woman stopped in front of a man with an orange-cinder long locks and Romanesque face. His albino skin looked glazed under a shield refracting the light around him. His tall form matched hers, yet a hidden smile emerged from his eyes looking straight at the woman before him. “Alexiane, would you mind accompanying me to the gala tomorrow night?” the man asked. Alexiane snickered the wrapped her arm around his, “Yaten, don’t you know it’s not wise to see in civilian form?” “Alexiane, you’re always in trouble. I know what you look like, yet the real you is with the long hair,” Yaten laughed at her. They gradually walked with one another as the rain continued to fall down as it fell onto a shield around them. “Alexiane, I think you need to be careful of what is going on. The Morgaines have placed you to kill the council members in an effort to overthrow Lord Garrix.” “I know Yaten, and I haven’t failed them yet. I have completed each mission and been a loyal member for years,” she said sternly to him. Yaten patted her arm, “I don’t want anything to happen to you. These missions are dangerous and its getting the attention of his people.” She turned then took off her visor, “I’m the best they have, no offense.” Yaten put up hands in defense then marched away from her. She sighed then strode over to him and kissed his lips casually. “Yaten, I took this job because I wanted to make a difference. I’m good for the Morgaines. Don’t you understand?” Alexiane stepped back and looked at the other people around them. He gazed into her eyes and glared at them, for things always shifted between the two of them. Yaten chuckled, for he had gotten her into the Morgaines, as a low-level operative, but she proved better than him. She had become a true killer and rose in the ranks rapidly, now she was his senior officer. Alexiane moved forward and kissed his lips sensuously. Their lips grabbed one another as it became more heated. Soft moans escaped both of their mouths, then a few seconds later, she stepped back and licked her lips. “Alexiane, come with me?” Yaten asked her as eyes nearly fragmented his soul as he watched her. Her cheeks blushed as she began to walk off, “I will be there. Will you escort me?” Yaten sniggered for it was her way of saying yes. He watched as she left him as the dozens of people walked about in their daily lives. Yaten stuck his hands in his pockets and ambled off, for now the next mission was to kill the next person on their list. **** The doors slide open to a white oval room. The floor in the center imprints steps going to the center where a small black hole shapes into a flame. Water descended from the walls as the metal blades shuffled the water down into the floor as it flowed. The flame grew bigger and a door opened up from the center. Stairs formed underneath the door and footsteps are heard. A shadow creeps against the steel peppery walls. A tall figure walked up the stairs to reveal to be Garrix. His heavy footsteps sound into the floor as he slowly walked up. The seal of the door closed behind him as he looked down to the flame imprint. Garrix touched his hands and a small flame symbol ring flashed as it hole disappeared. Garrix turned to shift his footing to walk to the wall in the distance. He stopped and raised his hands to the air and digital keyboards appeared around him. His cold eyes glanced back at the video of a walking down the hallway from Tallas apartment. He grimaced for her long hair bounced against her back. Garrix moved his hands around as the digital keyboards moved with him. The video showed the woman’s hair leaving the room. As he typed more onto the keyboards, the words came up, ‘no data.’ Garrix growled then stepped away from the keyboards and sighed. He couldn’t report that the council members were being killed off by an assassin.