This Is Only The Beginning

Her Eyes, Her Wonderful Eyes~

"I'll take that." Eryn said without warning as the man sitting across from her held out roughly two hundred and fifty dollars.

"You never were one to wait around for money, were you?" His snide remarks were really starting to irritate her.

"No." Her voice was clipped, anxious. She wanted to get out of this small time resturant as soon as she could. Her curly orange hair was becoming frizzy. She needed a chill-pill; bad. If she wasn't able to get away from here in a matter of moments, she would probably go insane and kill someone. Literally. The man across from her sat back and stretched himself, pulling his shirt up as he did so. His fat belly was obvious when he pulled up, and it utterly disgusted her. She held back a gag as she glanced around the fairly small room - which seemed too much like a jail cell to her at this point in time. A too small jail cell.

"So. Are there any other jobs you've got for me? 'Cause if not, I'm gone." She murmured. She needed to get on her way. She was already here later than she wanted to be. With a jerk of her thumb, she placed the freshly manicured stub into her mouth. She hated her nervous habit, it irritated her, which in turn caused her to chew on her thumb more.

The man leaned forward, and then sat back, as if he were sizing her up with his eyes. Finally, he settled back into his seat and stared at her, his hazel eyes looking much older than ones that belonged in his skull. "Yeah. I got one more job for you. It's going to be more difficult than the last job, simply because this one gets around quite a bit. This one's-" He was cut off as a gunshot ran through the small family resturant. They chose this resturant because it looked like they were a couple, and it wasn't strange for couples to come there, although normal couples brought their children. Men brought their pregnant wives; everyone came with their families.

She simply stared at him, her blue eyes taking in the blood that escaped from his mouth, the blood that ran down his shirt. There were blood droplets on her face, but she paid them no mind; she got worse on her when she stabbed her victims. The bullet was stuck in him, but it had hit his sternum, making the bone push outward, blood and some flesh escaping to land in her general direction. She was lucky enough not to get hit with any flesh, but the blood that hit her she cringed from. She hated man blood. It disgusted her.

Grabbing a napkin, she wiped the blood off of her face and arms calmly while the rest of the resturant was screaming and trying to escape from the shooter, who was nowhere to be seen. She knew where the bullet had come from, though. She always knew. A mother and her two children ran past her table screaming. She growled softly. Another sip of the drink in front of her, and she was standing up. Her chest completely exposed to the shooter. Opening her blue eyes, she was staring straight at the man who had shot her provider. He had silverish hair, keen green eyes, and a mustache that curled up and out.

A grin broke out across her face. Closing one blue eye, she picked up her provider's cup of coffee and threw it at the older man, who dodged the flying projectile easliy.

"Still alive I see, Charles, you frickin' stubborn asshole." The man chuckled as he held her in the sights of his modified Glock .38. By now, very nearly everyone was out of the building. Charles grinned, his index finger twitching over the trigger.

"And you're still whoring yourself out, I see." The two shared grins, and then Charles sheathed his Glock and walked over to Eryn. He lifted his hand, and she raised hers to meet his. The respect was mutual. In a heartbeat, she would have killed him if he crossed her. Eryn let herself fall back into the seat to get out.

"So, what brings you to this neck of the woods?" she asked him as she pulled herself out of the booth, placing the money she received into one of her many hidden pockets. She chuckled lightly. He didn't search her out for just a good ol' reunion. She stalled as she came closer to Charles.

"I came here, because I've got a job for you."

Eryn raised her eyebrow, very skeptical about his words. She then leaned back against the side of the seat.

"Oh? The last time I took a job from you," she growled, "I ended up trying to get a one thousand dollar prize in a swimsuit contest. A very, very revealing swimsuit contest, I might add."

The man simply chuckled as he leaned back with his hands on the back of the booth seat.

"Ah, yeah, good times. Good times."

"No, not good times! And I didn't even get to pick the suit that best suited my style!" she yelled at him.

"Well, but you got the thousand, didn't you?"

She looked a little embarrassed as she answered, "Yeah..."

"Then I see no problem with it. Now, back to the job I've got for you." He leaned forward more, this time coming around the seat and closer to her.

She took a step back, not wanting anything to do with the man. She simply grunted to acknowledge him.

"I want you to hunt this woman down. She's got something that I need. I need her alive; no matter the circumstances. Understand?" He raised his eyebrow as he handed her a picture of a woman with very light blue, almost silver hair, and vivid purple eyes.

Eryn's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the picture. She felt something, but what? It was bothering her, badly enough to make her growl softly.

"And what's the price?" she snipped.

"A hundred grand."

"For this?!" Eryn sounded surprised, but quickly caught herself in the act.

"She's got something that I despritely need back." The man nodded, making her surprise all the more confirmed.

A sigh was heard from the red haired woman, who then nodded, raising her very blue eyes to the mans'.

"Okay. I'll get her. But, I'm getting more than that hundred grand, you know." She chimed as she pulled herself away from the seat to head towards the exit, on her way to her next target.

"You always do." The man smiled, giving her a small chuckle.

Eryn grinned, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully as she exited the small family diner. She hopped onto her motorcycle and started it up, revving the engine as she did so. With a donut, she left the diner, heading toward the next nearest town to get information. Which, was slowly thrown to a halt, as she saw her target in the opposite lane as she. Thowing her bike into the other lane, she followed the two women on the horses to their destination.

"Gotcha."