Every move, object, person, intention is part of a hilarious puzzle. Slightest decisions can affect the whole game. Winning will always be the best option and getting stuck in it, is your worse. But life doesn't come with a handy recipe to follow. For starters it's either you get the wrong move and realize how to make it work in your advantage. Power ups are hardly recognized, life itself is untrusting.
Nobody can be certain about their own death, can they? If you're so inclined to live,might as well be prepared to die, hurt and survive. Not all people are born in the comfort of a cozy life and a filthy fortune.
Moving against the tide of nature, kill people and live on her own is the path Ace chose to live. In it she feels the purpose, an entity lurking in the shadows. Not fond of the light cause all it does is blind people, and it's a disgusting thought for her.
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Chasing after a moving target. She could feel the ripples of rain water as each step hits the ground. It's as if they're silent witnesses, turning a blind eye on this.
At full speed she leaped over a busted car, her right leg plunged in as the frail windshield broke into pieces. Pulling it out caused an injury, it cut through her flesh and led to an open wound. Feeling a throbbing pain on her right thigh, but the thought of getting a new pair of jeans annoyed her worse. Besides that was one of her favorites.
The cut was nearly at the end of the front pockets. Looking rugged is one of her go to style but that kind of rip doesn’t feel right at all. It’s a crappy job it she let her stay that way. Besides it will only get in her way while running. Might as well make it even. Even though she hates the idea of her doing it but what choice does she have?
"You'll rue the day you ripped this." While ranting Ace pulls out a handkerchief from her right pocket. Then used it to cover her left hand before picking up a shard and totally shed off the bitching pants. "Now it's time to get EVEN." She meant the last word as a declaration not just a warning.
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Not bad, with those shorts she could double her pace. Sprinting didn’t even make her break a sweat. The results one can get for a daily intense training. Which she doesn’t fail to do so religiously. Resuming speed she had caught up with her prey.
"No one has fall victim to me, that lived after the casualty."
She hid near the secluded edge of a building.
Just as I suspected, he's protecting a mob man.
Firing right on the door bell, as he was about to ring it, alarmed the man suddenly twisted the knob and went in for cover.
"I guess running is your specialty, how about I show you mine?"
She whispered through the door , she knows he's listening anyway. "Here's a memento from me. See you there. Don't be late okay?" Dropping the silver bullet in the mailbox called the shots.
It means war in her language.
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Climbing the steel trusted stairs, was a total pain. Even her daily exercise routine couldn’t prepare her for a four-story climb. The steps seemed like an endless course ahead. She is still on the second floor and when she looked up it felt more tiring to move forward. If only she didn’t cut her pants and hurt her damn leg earlier, the stairs would be one less thing to worry about. Besides she loves her daily dose of cardio exercise. But with steep footing that makes it another mountain to climb.
Curse that damn elevator!
Ace shook off the memory and went back to reality, assembling her newest baby.
DRAG - Dragunov SVDK large-caliber sniper rifle.
"Who needs 10 rounds anyways? One bullet is enough to end a petty fly, " she grins at the thought.
Soaked up in a heavy rain, she took a quick warm shower earlier after the elevator broke down and she had to go up to that specific unit using the stairs. Changing into her cozy clothes. That meant an oversized black shirt partnered with a white lace panty. Finally for the most badass look ever--- auburn hair tied into a messy bun.
Oh yeah baby! Overkill!
"Right, that's it move closer to your death spot. " Steadying her breath, she peeked through the scope leaning both elbows on a cushioning bed, headset on while getting dreamy listening to Fall Out Boy's ' Immortals'.
Aiming for the window across the building. Ready to pull the trigger any moment now. Just a little more. The music stopped.
"Ugh! what now Ed?"
She knows he’s the only one who calls on a bad timing. Always ruining the mood in her.
(ROLL OVER)
"What do you think of me, a dog?"
(ROLL OVER)
"Tch! fine," she tossed over, "what are you so fussed about?" The painting hanging on the wall suddenly fell. Ace grabbed DRAG and move over to the bed's headboard.
(That! is what I'm so fussed about.)
"A newbie sniper, tsk are you mocking me?"
(No I'm not mocking you, I was just babysitting your ass to a kill. You could have been that painting Ace.)
"Whatever! I need to redeem my ass, so if you'll excuse me?" As guns have recoil she'll have her sweet revenge. "Drag baby,don't fail mommy okay?"
Ace can't rest easy now. Right at the window, peeking through the scope she gently pulled the trigger.
It's as if everything slowed down and turn into a halt, except for the bullet silently piercing through the rain as it dramatically swirls across the distance. As it neared the other window, all of a sudden the rain felt sadder. In a fast paced motion the bullet hit his head. The poor man's lifeless body hit the cushion-like bed too on the other side of the building adjascent to that unit. His blood smeared the immaculately white sheets.
"Too bad that bastard was left unscathed. Anyway mommy's still proud of you Drag."
She kissed and hugged her sniper then slumped back in bed. The door flung wide open and it revealed Ed and Quinn. Leaning on both sides of the door with smug faces.
“What do we do? you passed." Ed wiggling his brows at her, as if asking for a movie date. Makes her want to puke though.
"Yeah, so a kiss would be best to reward you," Quinn confidently added, making her like the idea.
"Kiss my ass you dorks,” Ace smirked then hid under the bed sheets. As she guessed, both jumped in bed and started a tickle fight.
Probably all the bitches who's head over heels inlove with these sons of a gun, will be dead jealous if they found out. I like the thought though.
They went that way for the next five minutes, acting like kids even though they are full grown adults now. Ace surrendered first coming out of the sheets. Her messy bun already disheveled this time. Glaring at both her brothers. While both raised their hands in surrender while shrugging their shoulders.
She crosses her arms while putting up a poker face. “I never thought that I still have to prove myself this late in the game,” her tone sounded sulky.
Both Quinn and Ed just exchanged glances which annoyed her even more. Left with no choice but to use violence in order to make them talk. That’s always been there code to get information. Besides it is a family tradition.
Ace crouches that even earn smirks from both brothers. Because they thought she was just bluffing. When she looked up and met their eyes they felt their bodies move in defensive positions automatically.She lands a straight punch towards Quinn’s face which he stopped mid-way by holding on to her left knuckle. She immediately takes it back.
Next she flips her body upward and landed her right feet on Ed’s left shoulder. Which he shields with his right arm too. Then pushes her leg away from his face.
“Are you sure you can take both of us?” Quinn downtalking her. “Scratch that, I mean can you take me on? If it’s Ed I know you’d knock him down without breaking a sweat.” He sounded confident enough and even yawns while crossing his legs and leaning back.
Hearing that Ed’s brows furrowed. “I’m not the lanky boy you left anymore.”
“Really lil’ bro? Then how come you were beat up by my boys not so long ago?”
They were preoccupied bantering that they didn’t saw Ace doing a summer salt in bed. Though they felt the bounce. But they thought it was something trivial. When they came to their senses it was too late. Both of Ace’s knees already landed on their chests as they lie in bed, heads hanging on the edge of it.
“You were saying? How pathetic boys are,” she smirks while crossing her arms looking down on them.
Letting them simmer in their defeat. Then she went off them. While the two stared at each other realizing the last statement. “Boys?” They said in unison.
“Yes boys because you never grew up one bit. Your bodies and dicks did but your brains have rot. Diversion is one of the key points to face any enemy. You clearly forgot that by underestimating me since I’m outnumbered.”
She takes off her shirt because she’s already covered in sweat again. She hates that sticky feel on her skin. Then marches on to the bathroom.
“I can’t become an assasin if I am easily killed on the job right? Whatever bets you have...all of it are mine.” She looks over her shoulder before entering the bath, “that’s not a request boys,” then she went in.
With that both of them gulped with downcasted faces. They are fully aware what she’s capable and they’d rather save themselves from having another trouble. Besides she hates losing to anything and to anyone. She’s a sore loser after all but she can’t be confronted about it unless they have a death wish.
Tattered pillow cases. White feathers stucked on a lopsided curtain. Cluttered sheets, empty bottles of beer and whiskey lying lazily on the floor. Black combat boots and a bra beside it. Near the edge of the bed revealed two sets of legs. One on top and one below.
"You know what Ed I did a little research."She was pretending to be engrossed i
Everything is in a slow motion. Seeing a faint ray of light above her. She felt her body drifting from the surface and falls deeper into the ocean. She tried to swim into the upwards but to no avail her body just keeps getting heavier-it gets harder to breathe each passing second. Her legs are cramped. She can barely manage a decent flutter kick.
"Here put them on." The lookout gave both of them white robes and towels to dry themselves.
Quinn pushes down one button and the glass window compartment of the limousine automatically slides through the side. "Where are we heading Sir?"
As he was gasping for air fighting for his dear life, Trey's image dripping in blood came rushing to her head. The day she shot him. Thinking that it would make his father surrender but he didn't. Instead he left him and escaped. His own blood and flesh was abandoned for his own survival. Not that he really cared about his son in the first place. To him he was nothing but a dispensable tool he can discard any moment. It’s his selfishness that killed him. Even though Ace pulled the trigger Raymund was the one who called the shots. His enemies crawling to whichever corn
She met this boy. Middle-part bowl cut hair in chesnut brown. Thick rimmed glasses framed his face. He wore this teal aztec-print sweatshirt over grey jogger pants and for his soles - a pair of black leather sneakers.
"Ace come over you need to see this." Ed called her out like she's some kind of pet. She leaned her arms on his head and lies on it while watching Nyle Rivers unravel her so-called cheap trick on the laptop screen.
"Excuse me Mr. Blaine but this was delivered for you this morning."A tawny guy with dreadlocks handed him a sealed black portfolio. He flipped it back to check for any address or information but there's none- just his name pasted on it in silver ink. Unwinding the wire sealing the portfolio, he took out a flash drive and a note.'Twenty five years and you never changed. Still cunning as always, burying your lies under the rag. Dead men tell no tales is it? What if one of corpses you got rid of, rise from the grave and hunt you down? Come to the old apartment, you fairly remember it do you? 'Cause I do. Just incase you forget I'll have your memories refreshed.'Cole noticed his hands were sweating hard, he never felt so threatened in ages. After reading that note, he then shifted his gaze to the silver flashdrive on his palm with a label 'open me' and a skull symbol after that.
Hailey was still in a daze as she wobbles trying to stand up and falls over anyway. She hears Quinn screaming as he tried to push her down to stay seated."Calm your pussy Queenie. How many times to I have to tell you I'm fine.""How can I calm down when that woman is on her way here because you made mess in my club. This club is worth more than millions. I had to enslave myself under her command for so many years just to make up for this fine spot."She just rolled her eyes and went back to sleep as if he was nothing to her. Quinn shakes her but it was a futile effort since she was already snoring."What is this Quinn? How did Hailey get in here? Do you want to get busted and hug a jail cell instead of your women lap dohs juat foe a minor? A fucking minor which he can discipline any moment as expected of you because you were older." Alexis was fuming with anger as he saw him still shaking Hailey who hav
Hedley is still feeling the pain of his unrequited love and his brother's teasing. He decided to take a short vacation. But before the he paid a visit to their mom's grave first."How are you doing there Mom? I hope you can no longer feel the pain that dad has given you when you were alive. Me it's nothing new I'm still a martyr. It's been so long since I came to visit. I wasn't even able to tell you that Quinn came back from the dead. Though I think you already knew."He sat by the grass as he occasionally stared at her gravestone. He can still vividly remember her as if it was just yesterday. Her room smelled with a mixture of inks and flowers and newly published books. He would also sneak in from time to time in her mini-library at home to read her works. The main reason why he developed early. How he knew their dad was cheating on her so many times that he lost count."I dreamed about our family last night. I instantly kne
During down time Quinn visits a few clubs under his jurisdiction. Cheking out the goods and even the woman themselves. He surely takes after his father's charisma. Not that he would like to protest against it but he thinks he was better.While he was spreading his arms on a white couch enjoying the flickering strobe lights in blue and purple. He almost choke on the champagne he was sipping when one hot woman strut to step in between his legs. Her pointy red stilletos almost poked his crotch."Easy there tiger." His eyes literally undressed her. Starting from her long and slender legs up to her scrumptious thighs.He gulped frequently as he goes up seeing her sequened black tube dress. Hugging her body just right showing her curves. But his perverted smiles faded quickly when he saw who it was."Minors are not allowed in this place. Go wash someone's car better yet wash mine. I'll give you a huge tip kid.
"It was fancy meeting you again bro. I have to go now, dad's business can't run on itself. It was supposed to be your job but you ran off, though I'm not holding it against you. " He tapped Toby's back and left.Just a short while the doctor went out of the emergency room. Uncovering the mask off his mouth and peeled off the synthetic gloves from his hands. While Toby was leaning right next to the wall looking down, anxiously waiting. "Mr. Ragewarden." He looked up and stood properly. " Yes doc? how's my wife and daughter?"The doctor smiled. " Your daughter is a healthy baby but..." then his facial expression changed as he took off his glasses this time and hook it to his white coat's breast pocket."She didn't make it. We did our best, to revive her but it was futile. I'm sorry Mr. Ragewarden but your wife is dead. You can see your daughter in the nursery later."It felt like a bomb blaste
Nine months later...February 28, 1993"Cole put the fucking gun away from my face!"He just cocked his head to the right as he smirks, amused."'Headline! Benjamin Blaine dead on arrival after heroically taking the bullet for his son, on an ambush attack in his very own home. Perpetrators have escaped leaving the sole survivor almost beaten to death and is still under observation for full recovery. ' That seems a pretty legit cover up for murder' don't you think dad? It's genius.""You're no genius, your a load of crap pretending to be my son. "He shot his father's left leg, poor Ben groaning in agony."That's why you picked Toby over me? That trash! I could still remember how you used that leg to kick the living shit out of me, when I can't shoot right. "Then he shot his right hand. His father still acting tough though his wounds are pretty serious. "That hand who cared and favored Toby i
"Nick talk to me please. What happened? You just started acting strangely after the wedding. I thought we were already through this. Didn't you say you love me and our son. Well sons actually."Cole stopped throwing his clothes into an open luggage. Then glares at his wife with disgust. "Aren't you just being desperate Liz? That was a year ago, people change so get over it." Then he resumed packing."Dad! Quinn come with you." It was their two year old son clinging on his legs. Cole kicks him on the side that's when Liz lost it"How dare you hurt my son." She picks up Quinn and puts him on his crib."Mama! Dad!" Quinn started crying when he heard his mom raise her voice."Shhh baby it's okay daddy is just going to take a vacation. We are not fighting."Cole scowls in disagreement. "Don't lie to him just because he can't understand yet. Take it from me a
April of 1992" You may now kiss the bride. "The judge's words echoed in an almost empty courtroom. It was an intimate wedding. Just two people is enough to bare witness. Toby, the groom is smiling from ear to ear.Cozy in his white button-down pullover shirt, tucked in a dark grey trouser. He managed to wear a black belt around it and a pair of decent pair leather shoes. His auburn hair is slightly pulled back so that his gentle eyes can keep staring at his bride. As he silently mouthed, 'Satisfied now? you agreed to this, look like it.' then sarcastically smiled.While Axle, his bride, gave him a look and mimed the words 'I'll kill you if you don't stop' in response then grabbed him by the collar and smacked his lips with hers.Still acting ragged in the midst of wearing her knee-length, flowy champagne off-shoulder dress and nude heels. Her jet black beach waves are tamed by a p
The airport was busy as usual with passengers who just landed in and others off to fly frequented the lobby. Luggages circled the conveyor and so was some pushed around in carts. Cabs in a long line outside while some are just about to get in for a drop off. Private cars and motorcycle even added to the jammed traffic."I hope we get moving soon," Liz complains at the back seat though she is highly unrecognizable. She pulls down her black shades to take a peak at the long trail of cars ahead. Her staple red hed is replaced by a black bob cut wig. Lips as red as cherry while she pop the bubble of the gum she was chewing. Wearing a custard v neck line crochet top and a black leather pencil skirt. Finished off by thin fishnet stockings and scrunch knee high boots. Screaming hooker in every angle. "My customer is waiting on me like thirty minutes ago, " she fishes a bill in between her cleavage and hands it to the driver, "do you know any shortcuts, mister?" T