New profile : DDBA Widowmaker

I loved the TV show, and unfortunately, I have to scratch my desire for Matt Murdock XD I'm using my all-encompassing OC but mixing the ATSV and JW profiles to make this DDBA one.   Hayley is a little ball of nerves, but she's actually adorable when you get to know her better.  

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Main Faceclaim: Aja Naomi King

Other FC: TBD

Name: Hayley Blackwood

Birth Name: Anzelu Bahati (Angel of Luck in Lingala. She doesn't know her real name.)

Nicknames: Honey, Holly, Lee, Pearl

Alter ego: Widowmaker

Age: 25 years old.

Nationality: American

Height: 170 cm

Weight: 65 kg

Special features:  She has a star tattooed on her inner left arm, and her eyes are grey.

Physical appearance: 

Hayley is your average-sized, thick woman. Her hair is black and curly, and she wears a large afro most of the time. Her eyes are grey. She also has a white star on her inner left arm. It's a tattoo she got to remind her that there is still hope to be had in this life. 

Sexual orientation: Heterosexual

Alignment: chaotically good

Species: Enhanced Human 

Occupation: former assassin / Vigilante/ Superhero (Work in progress).

Nationality: 

Congolese (At birth -she retained it.)

Belgian (currently)

American (currently)

Something noticeable about her:  She has a strong African accent and a tongue piercing.

Abilities: 

• Human Condition:  Hayley has peak human physicality. She is very athletic, and her strength, durability, speed, agility, stamina, reflexes, and threshold for pain are in top condition.


• Peak Human Durability: Hayley is highly resilient and sturdy by human standards. She was able to survive multiple gunshot wounds, stabbings, and blunt force trauma without feeling much of an effect. 


• Peak Human Speed: What Hayley lacks in strength, she compensates for with her speed. She is very fast. In combat, she can move too fast for her opponents to react.


• Peak Human Agility: Hayley is also extraordinarily agile in her movements, being able to perform and incorporate various jumps and rolls in her fighting style with ease. 


• Peak Human Stamina: Hayley has tremendous amounts of stamina. She is able to fight for considerable amounts of time and run for great distances while showing little signs of fatigue. Even when she is injured or tired, she requires little time to recover.


• Peak Human Reflexes: Hayley has great reflexes. She has displayed incredibly fast reaction time, as is able to evade bullets and melee attacks during combat with relative ease, even from multiple opponents.


• High Pain Tolerance: Despite her mastery of martial arts and firearms, Hayley is frequently injured, but demonstrates a very high tolerance to pain

• Poison projection/ production: She can produce a venomous poison that she spits at her enemies during a fight.

Skills: 

• Gifted Intellect: Hayley was shown to be a very intelligent individual who could outsmart her enemies even under extreme stress and could easily think her way out of dangerous situations.
• Skilled Equestrian: Hayley can easily mount and ride a horse through the city to evade enemies.
• Skilled Physician: Hayley appears to have some knowledge of human anatomy and physiology, as well as basic medicine and first aid.
• Multilingualism: Hayley is fluent in several languages.  including American Sign Language, as well as all the spoken languages on Earth. (English, French, Spanish, Xhosa, and some others)

• Master Assassin: Hayley is one of the best female assassins.  She earned her reputation and nickname when she killed the people responsible for the death of her family and the slaughter of her village at just 9 years old. Since she was recruited by the H.A.N.D. Hayley was trained to become an assassin. Her ledger is red with the blood of the thousands of people she killed. She takes pride in her work as an assassin, but only when it comes to killing vile people.  Her preferred method to fight is to be as fast as possible and kill everyone he encounters until she reaches her targets.

• Master Marksman: Being both a trained assassin as well as a former Belgian Secret Service agent, Hayley is proficient with a variety of firearms, including pistols, revolvers, rifles, and shotguns, as well as being able to precisely eliminate targets from a long distance. 
• Master Martial Artist: Hayley is a skilled martial artist and hand-to-hand fighter. Her fighting style consists of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, karate, capoeira, and Krav Maga. She can quickly outmaneuver, outmatch, or simply outlast her opponents, even being capable of taking on multiple enemies at once. Hayley can adapt to his opponent's fighting styles, studying them during the fight and adapting to negate their strengths. She also sometimes makes use of dirty tactics such as striking the groin, gouging the eyes, or even biting.

Weaknesses/Crippling fears:

• Anger: Hayley's anger can sometimes blind her. She doesn't know what to feel aside from pure rage for her childhood and the constant heartbreaks and betrayals she had to face. Her anger comes from her low self-esteem and the perception that everyone will abandon her. When enraged, she doesn't think much and goes for the throat.
• Mortality: Although Hayley is an incredible enhanced human, she is still mortal and is still susceptible to dying via injuries, illness, or very (very)  old age.
• Gullible: Hayley is very naive. She trusts people and can be easily manipulated by someone who can catch her low self-esteem.  Her naivety caused her so many troubles in her past that she had to learn to see through the lies. (It's still in progress)

• Fatalism: Hayley isn't sure she can escape the life of an assassin. She's convinced that Fate can't be disturbed, and it chose them to be the harbinger of death. This could make her feel defeated, and her fealty to the H.A.N.D. makes it very difficult for her to stray from her education.

• Fire: She also suffers from a fear of fire inherited from when she was a baby because the special unit that slaughtered her family set fire to the house before they found the baby. She was old enough to sit and crawl, and although she doesn't remember the events, the fear, pain, and feelings of solitude she felt during the attack resurface whenever there is a fire.

Family:

• Mother: [name redacted. Deceased]
• Father: [name redacted. Deceased.]
• Lover: Matt Murdock/ Daredevil. 

Universe:   DDBA

Status:  Alive. Active.

Personality:

Due to her harsh background and being rigorously trained for her childhood and adulthood by The H.A.N.D and her career in the Belgium Secret Services, hayley could be described as a very serious and stoic individual who rarely speaks more than is necessary (preferring actions over words and being described as someone who never wastes words) with a strong sense of obligation. As a professional assassin and hitman, Widowmaker is highly confident in her abilities and reputation, being greatly respected by many criminal organizations and other assassins alike. 

Despite this, she has a strong moral code as well as honor, which is rare among her colleagues, as Phoenix never willingly dragged innocent people to her job or threatened them during it. She abhors former colleagues who do so and would personally go after them if she witnesses them kill innocent people (especially children). Despite her professionalism, she is also friendly and develops strong friendships with many other dangerous people, like the Punisher or Moon Knight. She even got the respect of the Kingpin for her deeds of the past, and among her former colleagues of the H.A.N.D. or former figures such as Elektra, she is also well-respected due to her moral code and skills.  Her good side is mostly seen when she interacts with children; it's one of the very few moments she could genuinely be herself, and she reveals a kind and loving heart despite how hardened it has become.

However, Hayley is a woman who is worth her reputation as the Daughter of Death for her lethality, as he never failed on his missions. Despite her calm and collected behavior, once angered or taken by vengeance, she will stop at nothing until she kills her target, no matter who or what stands in her way.  Despite her skills, Hayley isn't a knight templar and is willing to first talk and negotiate if it's possible. She doesn't hesitate to come to the aid of her friends and could even spare her enemies. Her strong sense of honor also means she protects innocent people from getting caught in the crossfire of her work.

Fictional Character Biography: 

Most of it is a mystery. What she's willing to share with the few people who are close to her is that she was raised and trained by The H.A.N.D., and their manipulation ended up turning her into an enhanced individual. She broke free from them once she felt a strong desire to be in control of her own life and help people rather than kill them, but it led to even more struggles. She went to Hell's Kitchen because she felt it was the only place she could try to make a difference. 

Current history:

She has retired from the H.A.N.D. and is officially working at a shelter for battered women.  She seemingly has abandoned her past violent behavior, but at night, she goes and punishes the violent spouses her clients escaped from. She beats them to an inch of their lives but refrains from killing.  She had her run-ins with Daredevil, and the two became partners. She's the reinforcement he needs on certain missions. He's trying to talk her into joining Heroes for Hire, but she's reluctant.. They are also starting a relationship, but their mutual guilt makes it difficult for them to make it work. The Hand was not destroyed, but the Defenders, quite the contrary, as they are starting to make their presence known. 

Trivia: 

-She has a slight pain addiction.

-Hayley drinks a lot of hard drinks (Vodka is her favorite), but not that much. She doesn't like it when she's drunk because she's not a happy drunken woman.

-She is deeply in love with Matt, but feels that she's not worthy of his love because of her past as an assassin. 

-She used to have a dog, but later had to kill it to prove her loyalty to the H.A.N.D. Since then, she wants to own a dog but is afraid something might happen to it, and therefore is blocked when it comes to making a decision regarding owning a dog or not.

Max and Phoenix: Stitches

Max and Phoenix: stitches

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A/N: Ah.. these two. Finally talking about the elephant in the room without actually naming it :p All the usual disclaimers! Max belongs to my friend M. and Phoenix belongs to me.

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Max, once they arrived at his apartment, helped an injured Phoenix walk into it and sit on the couch. She leaned her head against the headrest of the couch and looked up at the ceiling. She wanted to know if Kara made it but knew that she should not go the hospital and take the risk of being busted by police or even walk into a trap. Whatever happened from now would, either way, be a victory against Cesare? Kara would have died if she didn't intervene and if she hadn't then her death would have fueled Phoenix need for revenge. Saving her thwarted Cesare's plan to come legit or at least try and win the hearts of his target audience. Saving kara was saving a little bit of her own soul. Even if Kara died now, Cesare would have lost an asset. 

Nevertheless, she realized that Max sacrificed a perfect opportunity to get Cesare. He came to her and rescued her from a certain death. It became crystal clear as soon as she entered his car and she couldn't shake her guilt off of her mind. Cesare was Max's end goal. He wanted to find him and make him pay for what happened to his family, so she realized how big of a sacrifice he actually made to save her life. Her eyes grew wide and she looked at her hands and injured knee. Max walked around, she didn't pay attention to him and instead moved her leg away to take a better look at her injury. After a while, Max finally puts a stool in front of Phoenix and sat on it. He grabbed her leg and poured some alcohol on a large cotton disk. She looked at him, chewing on her bottom lip as she anticipated the pain He started to clean the wound, making her hiss at the sensation of the stinging alcohol on her torn flesh.

« Max.. max... » She began with before Phoenix rolled her eyes and bit her bottom lip.

« You're used to worse. C'mon, don't be a baby. » He said with a chuckle before he stroked her smooth leg. « Considering what you went up against, it's great you didn't get more injured. »

« The toughest job I've ever had to do...keeping someone alive,... » She sighed and leaned into the couch. « I'm a killer... that's what I do. Saving Kara....if I have saved her... »

« You did your best. You saved her back there, from the OD, from her bodyguards. Don't be so hard on yourself. » He said as he'd cleaned up the whole leg area from her blood. He pushed himself a little further so she could rest her whole leg on his and he used a wet towel to clean her leg from all the blood that rolled down her soft skin.

« If you say so... »

She said, crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn't convinced that she did enough to protect Kara but he was right about something, she at least... tried. She hissed again and watched as he grabbed some needle and some surgical thread to start stitching her up. She glanced at his hands, working fast and steady on her leg and stitching her up quite fast. Max was right, she had been hurt in way worse ways before and endured extreme pain, this was almost like a peck on the lips and she didn't feel much. As he worked on her leg, the brunet looked up at her face, seeing guilt she didn't want to express just yet.

« Maybe we can talk about the elephant in the room? » He said, putting the final touch on his stitches.

« Which elephant? » She asked as she rolled her head to the left. « Oh... you mean that one. » She said, looking back at Max.

« Yeah. I mean that one. I know you've been trying to say something since you got into my car, so say it. » Phoenix pursed her lips into a pout and watched as he put her leg back on the floor now that he was done stitching her up.

« You didn't have to come back to me. » Phoenix finally said, her voice barely hiding her guilt as she spoke.

« Of course I had to. » He countered and sat on the couch next to her.

« You didn't have to. I had it under control. You.. you helped me and Cesare escaped you. It was a-- »

« I chose to come back. »

« It was a one time opportunity! You could have killed this son of a bitch instead of coming to my res...help »

« I /chose/ to come back. » He repeated but she grew more agitated and sat straight on the couch.

« I don't care! You let him run away and what for? »

« I did it for /you /! I chose to come back for you! It was a suicide mission and you know it more than I do. I couldn't let you die.»

« What the fuck? »

She was dumbfounded by his words and looked at him with eyes wide open. Max scratched the back of his head and growled, unease at his own words. He admitted that he decided to go back and find her rather than let Phoenix handle the rescue mission on her own. Of course, he knew she was a very capable assassin, he heard about her reputation, he saw her in action. He just couldn't live with himself if she simply died while trying to do the right thing. Her hazel eyes stared at him, almost getting wet from unshed tears as she didn't understand what his words implied, or maybe she did but refused to acknowledge it. He cupped her left cheek to make her stop moving and stroked the soft skin with his thumb. Phoenix was shaking, internally screaming at what she'd just heard. He gave up his one shot at revenge to save her life? He did it for her? Because he wanted her alive? Why did he want her alive? She looked confused, scared even but his hand on her cheek was soothing so Phoenix held his hand there, leaning into his touch while she kept giving him questioning looks.

« I did it for you. » He repeated again, cupping her other cheek. « Because I couldn't live with myself if you had died back there. I couldn't. I refused. Do you understand? » She nodded softly and then shook her head.

« I do. I think I do.. I'm not sure I fully understand why you did this Max. I'm an assassin...I have so much red on my ledger... I deserve to die. » She looked down and shut her eyes tight. « Are you saying you care about me? That you couldn't let me die because you care about me? » -He lifted her face so she would look at him and nodded-

Max wasn't ready to say too much, these kinds of things took time and he wasn't even sure of how he truly felt for her. All he knew was that holding her face, being in front of her, being sure she was living and breathing was enough to put his mind at ease. He knew she would have done the same, how many times did she come back to save his ass when they were working together? How many time did she put herself in danger just to ensure his safety? She would have come back to him just like he did and he would be in her shoes wondering why she did that when she didn't have to. His heart was beating faster in his ribcage and he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. Her lips were still trembling but she nodded as he answered her truthfully. He cared for her and because he did, Max came back and saved her from a certain death. She rubbed his hands and gently pressed her lips against his inner wrist.

« You would have done the same. » He finally said, searching for confirmation from her. Phoenix nodded quietly and looked back to his face.

« I would have. I would have done the same thing... I would have come back for you too. I wouldn't be able to live knowing I let you die and I could have prevented it from happening. »

She finally said, collecting her thoughts and saying what she was the most comfortable saying. He grabbed the back of her neck and gently pushed her face closer to his, so his lips could crash on hers for a kiss he had been wanting to give her since she left him. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her as she laid on the couch. It was the first time she didn't stiffen against him, the first time she kissed him in such a soft fashion. Max made sure he didn't press his whole mass against hers and kept giving her small pecks, all the while stroking her cheeks. She sighed in the kiss and closed her eyes again as he rested his head against her chest and wrapped his arms around her waist.

« I will get Cesare. Missing this opportunity won't make it any less easy for him. I'll have another. »

« I'll help you. My journey with Kara is... » She picked up the radio that was playing in the background, talking about the events of the evening and how many people really got injured. Curiously, the only injuries that occurred were the ones that involved people being stomped on by running victims. Nobody died but there were many injured. Kara was said to have OD'd but thanks to a good Samaritan, she survived that night. They also reported the heavy presence of police to ensure the reporter's protection since it was common knowledge that the mob had kidnapped her, which made Phoenix sigh in relief and run her fingers through Max's hair. « Yeah.. just like I said, my work here is done. She's safe now... Cesare and the drug traffic need to be stopped...for good. »

« You need to rest up. You've done enough gymnastics tonight. » He said, planting a kiss on her chest and then her neck. He smiled at her and gently pulled away from her. « Are you hungry? » She nodded and rubbed her belly. « Gotcha. I'm gonna getcha burgers so you can have your fix. » He said, standing back up. « Phoenix... »

«Yeah? » She asked, tucking some black locks behind her ear.

« You did great tonight. »

She gave him a sheepish smile and waved her hand as he left the apartment. Now with herself, she leaned back on the couch and wrapped her arms around her waist. A lot had just happened in less than an hour and her mind was confused as to how to proceed all that information. She ran her fingers over her plump lips, relishing in the taste of Max. A smile crept up and she covered her face with her hand. How on Earth could she, an experienced assassin, find someone who actually cared about her to the point of coming back. She chuckled at her own situation and curled into a ball to a corner of the couch, falling asleep a little bit while waiting for Max to return with food. They still had a lot to deal with, but tonight eventually, they could rest some and enjoy what they had: Each other.

-TB C-

Phoenix and Max: two different road

A/ N: Plot thickens, They're getting close to Cesare but they would have to choose between staying together -and choosing between saving the journalist or catching Cesare- or split up and take more risks. 

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« I am ready » -Her voice echoed through their motel room- « I just need to drive to the Airport. »

Several weeks after the kiss Max and her shared, Phoenix had fully recovered from her gunshot. They went to San Diego after local news broadcasted information a breakthrough of Deaths among drug users and the existence of the new hit drug called « the Serpent ». When cleaning up the streets of the Serpent traffic, they found leads about Cesare and Kara Morgan whereabouts. Kara announced on a video she sent to a friend of hers that she would appear at Chicago, at the Hepstein Academy awards, a ceremony in memory of Audrey Hepstein, one of the toughest and most acclaimed reporters of the late 80's, Phoenix told Max that she needed to save Kara from Cesare's hands and would attend the ceremony to find and rescue her. Unfortunately, Cesare himself, would not be in Chicago and instead, it was said that he would be at Lawrence, visiting his dying mother. It would be the only opportunity to have him less protected than usual. They decided that it would best if she went after Kara and he went after Cesare so they would have a chance at achieving their goals. The first reaction both had once they verbally agreed on that plan was to regret saying it.

« Are we sure we're doing this? » -Max was concerned and for the first time since they met, he didn't even try to hide it from her.-

« We talked about this, Max. Your main target is Cesare. I don't know what you plan to do with him, but this is your only shot at taking him down. This is the only one I have for Kara. She's my main goal. » She paused and looked at him straight in his chestnut eyes « ... Her rescue is. » She said, chewing on her bottom lip while her fingers fidgeted randomly.

Max glanced at her, with her bag on her shoulders, her leather pants and tight black t-shirt and black boots. You wouldn't believe she was an actual assassin if she didn't show her skills. He was wearing a black t-shirt, a pair of grey pants and his leather jacket. He stood up from the chair he was sitting and walked towards her. Max didn't want to let her go, somehow, he knew that if he let her go it would be the last time they would see each other. She was right however, Cesare was known to be extremely cautious and almost paranoid with his protection. The only reason his security detail was so light was that Beatriz, his mother, didn't like the life of crime he chose for himself. He didn't want to upset the old woman in her final days. Max clenched his jaw and fidgeted with his fingers as he refrained from pulling her into a hug. Phoenix wanted to touch him, ever since he kissed her, it became easier for the two of them to touch one another. It would be the random hand on her knee, the arm wrapped around her shoulders the nights both were frustrated about their fruitless hunt for information. She didn't need to put a pillow in between their bodies when they were sleeping next to one another. Contact became easier but added more water to their windmill. They grew close to one another and they both knew their respective missions could end up with one of them -or both, or neither- dead. Yet, both were frozen on their spot, looking at each other seriously as if nothing else was possible.

« I know. I guess this is when we say goodbye then. » She nodded at him and tucked some honey strands behind her ears.

« I guess so. » Her voice was on the verge of cracking.

Phoenix wasn't as confident as she used to be when she went on a mission. This mission was akin to suicide in her case because of how different from her usual missions this was. Usually, when she entered a room, every person inside was dead. She wouldn't need to worry about keeping anyone alive because her job was to literally kill her targets and their goons. This time, she would have to be stealthy, make sure that no innocent was killed -and there would be an entire room filled with innocent people- and save Kara from her captors. Being shot a couple of weeks ago was enough to shake her confidence up. She only needed to be distracted once, like when they tried to catch Martin Greene. Just one second of distraction, because of an innocent boy happened to be in that car, she nearly died. Max swallowed a lump, holding back words he knew he didn't want to say. 'Be careful ', 'Come back to me' and even that sneaky 'I'll miss you' wanted to come out of his lips but he swallowed those words back and gave her a long nod instead. He couldn't say anything and neither could she. Words were peculiarly difficult to say, his throat betrayed him as it kept the words stuck inside.

« We'll see how well you do in a few days then. » He said moving his head to the tv on his back. « Go make one hell of a show. » He smirked, a genuine gentle smirk she had rarely seen on his face. The assassin eyes seemed bigger than usual, wet from the unshed tears she refused to cry.

«  You too. » -Her voice was still broken but this time, he couldn't miss it. Her hazel eyes averted from his face to his hands and she ran her hand through her curly hair before she turned on her heels. « I'll hear from your murder in the streets. I promise I'll clean Chicago streets from 'The serpent' » She said with a slight nod of her face. She shut her eyes tight as if to give herself some strength to leave. « See you around Max. »

« See you around Phoenix. » -He said as he watched her leave the motel room.-

Those last words felt wasted, the moment became a non-moment. Max shrugged it off as nonsense and a waste of time. Feelings had no room in the life he was living. He refused to think of her as more than an ally in his quest for revenge. Sure, they had been working together in several months now, shared several motel rooms, killed goons left and right together and even got rid of one mob boss -only to find him replaced by another more cunning and dangerous crime lord.-. She had been in his mind ever since he noticed her softer side. She had been in his mind ever since they shared that kiss. Max didn't want to think too much about it, about how right it felt to finally feel her lips against his, how good it felt to have her frame against his. She who didn't like to be touched searched for it, demanded it up until he realized he was giving into something he swore not to look at again. Phoenix was extremely competent as well, so Max decided to ignore his fears of losing her. That was ridiculous.

As she entered her car and started the engine, Phoenix herself couldn't shake the feeling of a wasted opportunity to talk to Max one last time. She had the opportunity to watch him over the few months they spent working together and she knew that he couldn't get out of his vengeful loop. He couldn't see past his revenge and she couldn't blame him. After all, Cesare took part in the slaughter of his family. He didn't do it himself per say, but he worked for the people who did. Getting to him was Max' chance to get closer to his goal but she knew that he could take inconsiderate risks. He would die, consumed by his anger like she was by hers. She held tighter on the wheel, reminiscing her own killing-spree in the name of revenge when she set herself free from the BEO. She remembered how empty and lost she felt when she achieved her goal. How could he rebuild himself if he didn't have someone by his side to either guide him or give him the support he needed? Her fingers unclenched and clenched onto the wheel for a minute before she turned the engine on and drove off to the airport. Her ship had sailed, her mission was clear: save Kara Morgan or die trying. It was the most important thing to do for her because Kara embodied the truth, justice and the fight for the voiceless. Saving her would allow Phoenix the redemption she was seeking. Or so she thought.

Or so she thought. 

-TBC-

Betrayal : Assassin!Asma

A/N: Assassin!Asma's only chance at love was a fellow assassin who was trained by the same people who forced her into this business. His name/code name was Phaser. The two knew each other since childhood and developed feelings for one another until Phaser saw something that could become more profitable for him. She, on the other hand, never saw his betrayal coming and was already dreaming about a life with him, out of the business. They were in their early 20's (circa 24/25) when their lives changed forever. I'm telling the exact moment he chose to betray her from HIS point of view.

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Here I am sitting on the couch with my grey suit on while she was dancing in front of me, her shoes in her hand and that sexy little white dress still clinging to her body. We were in a very large hotel room, pretending to be a rich couple who decided to spend the holidays at a sunny place with a private beach. We weren't here for holidays though, we were supposed to abduct Johnny Malone, one of the richest businessman of the USA, one who would be emptied like a pig, from both his money and possessions /and/ his blood. We simply needed to find the right moment to kidnap him without leaving any evidence of our existence. This kind of thing always takes time. We know it.

I remember how much she loved dancing. During our undercover missions she would always take the opportunity to show off her dance moves and usually, she would have me dance with her. I couldn't complain though, I loved when she was dancing because she was the happiest. Her smiles weren't fake ones, her laughter was real and the heat of her skin that followed this moment of freedom was addictive to me. She was beautiful, lethally beautiful. Who wouldn't have fallen for this girl from Africa, with a heavy accent and gorgeous features? For a girl with natural pink hair and demon eyes who always wore special lenses and wigs to hide? For a sensual woman who could kill you with her bare hands?

We've been discussing our future for quite some times now. This mission had already taken 6 months of our lives and how convenient it was to have us both play a couple. Where did the dream start and where did it end? I couldn't tell. My feelings were confused by the mission or maybe I told myself this in order to take as much distance from her as possible. I loved her already, she was my only friend ever since we were children. I'm only two years older than her, abducted at about 2 years old, I was trained just like her to become a master of my craft. We were killers, cold-blooded killers after all. My body was covered with scars, one was shaped like an X and was on my back but the scar I treasured the most was the one on my shoulder blade. It was a bullet impact, my very first bullet I received when I was at the tender age of 4. It was a test ran by the Shadow League, in order to see if I was strong enough to survive and undergo their training from hell. I survived, I didn't even cry they said. Maybe it could explain why I love to use guns so much when I kill and why I earned the epithet: « The silent man ».

I am looking at her, being so happy and turning in a circle until she dropped her shoes and stared at me straight in the eyes. She grabbed her wig and threw it away, removed her lenses and threw them away. I could remember the very words she kept telling over and over again. « You are the only one I will ever trust. » How empowering ! how arousing!I stare at her perfect body, ripped and thick like an amazon and I already start to unbutton my shirt, exposing my ripped torso to her. I wasn't too muscular, my muscles were more lean than bulky because of the martial arts I practiced but it never bothered me when we were together. She giggled and knelt on the floor before crawling towards me and put her arms on my lap. I stared at her and ran my hand through her curly hair and grabbed a fist of them. She hissed and sunk her nails into my thighs. How lovely she looked just right now, just right in between my legs.

I really could have done it, you know, leave it all behind and go with her. I wanted to be happy and I have tasted happiness by her sides. We could have lived differently, have our extinguished families have their revenge on the very ones we were working for. We even could have gone together against the league and wipe it in a couple of hours but I had other plans. I was almost 30, past beyond redemption. What I could do however was to make a profit of my skills, have the league destroyed and make my own. I would be my own boss, the only one to give orders, the only one to take the money I deserved. The idea aroused me even more. I wanted power, I wanted to control and in spite of my love for her, I already had a plan in motion. I ran my hand over her neck and gently squeezed it, only to make her gasp a little for air before she grabbed my hand and slowly rose from the floor to reach out to my face. I squeezed harder and she clawed my chest with her nails, forcing me to release her neck and allow her to breathe with more ease. She straddled me and grabbed my hands.

«We're close to our goal Phaser. I can't believe we're this close to being free. »

She was excited, I could tell. I could have felt a little remorse for betraying her, but all I could see was my future, one where I was the real winner. I had to hurt her in the worst way possible. She would believe I died, tomorrow. She would give me all of her love and I would give her hope. I would give her all the love I can possibly have for her and let it die with my faux-death. To become king, I have to sacrifice my feelings for I would never be able to rule if she's in my life. I would use her as a pawn, have her wipe the league for me and I know she would because her future would be robbed from her. My beautiful, look at me, look at me with your eyes filled with love. Bask in our communion, rejoice in our embrace. I will love you so much that I would leave a red print on you. My darling dear, my sweet Daughter of Death, tonight we'll become one and tomorrow I will use you until you die. My sweet lover, mon amour.

« I love you Oya. I love you more than you can imagine. Tomorrow we'll walk on this Earth free. »

She nodded and cupped my cheeks to steal a searing kiss. I put my hands on her back and lift her dress up to her waist. I couldn't help but feel sad though. A part of me didn't want to hurt her this way and in my kisses, I already professed my love for her, my confession for my sins to come, my devotion to her happiness and the need of her for my ascending. She would never know....

She would never know.....

Or so I thought.