No One Stands In My Way ~[ Me & Cheshire Smirk]

[Devious Slave]

Maria had turned into a killer after her parents kicked her out of the house and made someone else keep her. Her parents supposedly said she was to much to handle getting into anything she could get. Maria knew she was that way but it was her choice to be and she wanted it. Being about 12 when she was kicked out she had found a family that had taught her to kill to get her anger out and to have anyone that took advantage of her or someone she love die. She was now a pure killer that had no emotion when she killed her eyes just looking blank. When she pulled the trigger it felt like heaven and when she shot the person down it felt like victory but that was only what she turned into.

A killer that no one could mess around with or even get close to if they tried to she would just reject them. Say something nasty like they weren’t anything to her that they were just a plaything for her to have and get her release she didn’t mess around she didn’t even play around with relationships or getting close to anyone. She was to much of a bitch to get close or even think of getting close cause if they found out how many people she had killed when she moved. This new family had given her a new look on life new look that told her if anyone messed with her they could be dead in seconds. Every day she heard words her new family spoke to her and she promised not to fail them no matter how much she got hurt.

She would never back down on killing someone if they did or did not deserve it cause If she did she would look like a failure in front of the world. Her reputation would be gone and she would just be a poor girl on the streets that people could laugh at and make fun of. She didn’t take shit from anyone and when her parents told her she was ready for her most dangerous mission yet she just smirked. It was to kill either a section of the most powerful guy in town or to kill his right hand man and she knew she could. If the guy walked in she would kill him to if he didn’t let her walk out. She knew she could do it and she knew no one could stop her. Feeling her blood boil as she thought of murdering someone so close to such a powerful guy made her turned on and she got that evil look in her eyes. She wouldn’t know though that the powerful guy her parents where talking about was a brother that was born a few years before her but had moved out.

She never knew she had a brother except a guy coming over and her so called other parents saying it was just a friend. She knew he wasn’t just a friend cause he was to young to be a close friend or even a friend to them at all. She growled at even the though of killing someone so high in the world and she didn’t know how long she would be able to go without killing him. She had to get ready and make herself prepared for something bad or something to go wrong. She went to sleep and woke up early the next morning around 5 in the morning since she needed to get ready and also have enough time to get there before dark. She took a shower getting her hair washed then got dressed into a black short mini skirt with a hot pink tank top. Her feet and legs have black and hot pink thigh high striped stockings as well a pair of pitch black knee high boots. She put on her black leather jacket as well as putting her hair hair into pig tails to get attention from anyone she might run into. She grabbed her keys then started out the front door also grabbing her two automatic pistols and a butterfly knife.

Unlocking the door to her pitch black mustang GT she got in and started it pulling out of the drive way and starting on her way. She was there by nightfall and looked around parking a long the side of the street seeing who came in and who went out and how high ranked the people where. She spotted the guy she came here to kill and he went in. Looking at the lights go on in a room at the top floor she growled knowing it would be hard to get there without someone seeing her. Getting out of the mustang she put both of her pistols in the back of her skirt and under her jacket so no one would know she had them. Her butterfly knife went down into her right boot and she smirked looking around as she started her way towards their hideout. Looking towards the door she looked as it seemed to be quiet so she walked in looking around scanning anything that she saw to make sure no one would see her or if they came into the room she would be able to hide.

Walking up the stairs she growled lowly since it seemed everyone was asleep. This looked like he was going to be an easy target and she would be done with him quickly and be able to be out of there in no time. Getting up to the top floor she saw the light on at the end of the hall and she smirked looking into every room as she passed them. She had passed 7 room before she finally got to the 8th and the one that her target was in. Leaning against the wall on the outside she looked around the corner and wondered if he even felt the vibe coming off her or even knowing if he could feel someone watching him. Going into the room she smirked noticing no one else was in there or even on the top floor which made him an even more easy target. She looked at him as he was focusing on something on his desk which probably was some plans he was supposed to go over with his boss but that would soon come to an end. Looking towards the guy she smirked walking towards him careful to not making an sound and then she grabbed one of her pistols as well as the knife placing them both in different places.

The gun was pushed to his head and cocked so he would be able to see it as well as the knife on his neck letting him feel some drop of blood going down his neck. He would be able to tell he was about to die and there would be no sound except for the gun shot and him gasping for his last breath. Looking at him in the eyes in the mirror she smirked and the gun went off as well as the knife slashing his neck and the boom of the shot sent shivers down her spine. She pulled back letting the guy fall off his chair and to the ground. Her job was done and she was ready to go home. Putting her knife back as well as her pistol she smirked and walked out of the room not looking back or even having looked like she just killed someone. She knew everyone in the hideout would have heard the shot and him fall to the floor but she wondered if they would be to distracted to go by his side or coming onto her. If they came onto her they would be in the same position as him on the floor dead. She closed her eyes and took a deep breathe as she made her way down the second flight of stairs and almost on her way out.

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

And somewhere, in the dark of the night her mark was still alive. A wicked smirk curled Vallios' lips as he twirled idly in the bar stool he occupied. He reached down and retrieved the shot he'd just been passed. Straight gin, the kind of drink meant to wake one up for a long night of trouble. The softest of sighs escaped Vallios' lips as the caustic sensation of the alcohol ignited his throat, and spilled fire down to his belly. He blinked once, twice, and then gave a satisfied smile. He turned to the man who was supposed to be dead and posed a question.

"I wonder when she'll figure out that we're the ones placing the hits on you."

The other man laughed, the sound cold and mirthless. Graves was his name, and he was a tall and slender man, with the kind of blinking watery eyes that reminded one of a rat. He was the Stained Hand's best spy, and was known for his habit of managing to evade death. Such skills had earned him the nickname Graves, and it stuck. There was a 10,000 bounty on Graves' head, posted for the only assassin brave enough to dare take a hit on the city's most feared syndicate. And, that bounty was put out by the very syndicate Graves worked for.

Why? The fact was simple. Vallios had sold Graves' death for an easy 50,000 dollars from a rich father who hated the fact that such a sleezeball had managed to win his daughter's heart. Vallios gave the gentleman a ninety day guarantee on the deed, seeing the opportunity to make money off of a sad eventuality...And also lure to either recruit a new killer, or dispose of a potential rival.

This heartless business attitude was what made Vallios a man nobody would cross.

 

[Devious Slave]

Maria smirked some as she got out to her car and she looked up at the window as so many of the gang people where in the room trying to figure out who killed the man. It seemed as though everyone in the gang thought a girl like her couldn't kill. Yes she had the kind heart and sweet nature but that didn't mean when she had business to do she wouldn't do it. Even if it meant killing someone she got close to fuck even she would kill her own parents that betrayed her and kicked her out of the house. She hated them and she wanted them to pay but it would take time and take someone to want a bounty on their head then she would take the chance. She got into her mustang and sped off wondering where to go and what she should do now. She wanted a drink nothing good for her age she wanted something hard and something that would drown her thoughts away.

Seeing a bar up ahead she smirked some and started towards it. When she got there she parked her car on the side of the street got out and locked the mustang with a beeping sound. Closing her eyes she started to walk towards the bar feeling what guys where thinking of her and hearing what they wanted. She growled some and looked at them "Bastards don't know how to treat a women right..". She was getting sick of any guy in this town that she walked by hearing they just wanted sex for fucks sake some of them had wives. She shook her head as she got to the bar entrance and she went in looking around. She saw that there were mostly guys except for the bar tenders.

Looking up at the bar where the guys were sitting she saw Val but didn't take much notice. She went into the back of the bar and went into the corner table sitting down. One of the girls came up and Maria gave her a 50 dollar bill and nodded. The girl had served her before so she knew what Maria liked. Soon she came back with a bottle of vodka and a shot glass and Maria smiled and poured some vodka. She took a shot down in one gulp and winced some as it burned her throat and she leaned her head up looking at the ceiling "I really hate how guys girls are just whores or sluts to be used and abused...They need to learn to respect a women or else die" she whispered. She looked back at the bar and saw that Val was a kind of guy that turned her on but she couldn't get into a relationship. She didn't want to and she didn't know if she could handle one or a guy knowing she killed other guys and women for money. Shaking her head she looked down at the shot glass and moved it around in circles.

 

[UltraMechaStalin]

"This is our territory! What you think you're doing pissin' 'round here?" A voice bellowed.

Heads turned to a small confrontation around one of the larger tables. Four men sat with five girls, drinking and socializing. At least, they had been until a gang of six men who looked like they'd just got off a basketball court had flipped the table, sending the drinks and food flying. Their shouts battled with the music, mingling in an incomprehensible way until one of the seated men threw himself at the largest of the newcomers.

The two men staggered back as they grappled each other, breaking free long enough to throw errant punches. The violence was like a tornado, sucking anybody and everybody in. Swiftly the dance floor turned into one giant brawl, and Vallios found the fun too hard to resist. He pounced from his bar stool right into the fray, taking one person down immediately with the leap. And the D.J didn't fail to miss a beat, quickly changing the music to a much more appropriate song entirely about drinking and fighting.

The club bouncers tried to intervene, the largest of them ending up toe-to-toe with Vallios in an isolated corner of the room. The man looked hesitant, but lunged forward nonetheless. Vallios caught him with a vicious kick in the abdomen and then brought his elbow down on the man's face, breaking his jaw. Vallios then stepped swiftly away and returned to the bustling melee, determined to dish out more hurt.

(Everyone loves a barfight!)