Rain

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Rain
Chapter 17: Painful Times

The stale, smoke choked air swirled about the bar as Eve lined up her cue to the yellowing, white ball. She smirked as she struck out, sending it into three balls, sending them careening into the pockets, before the white ball slowed to a crawl. She smiled arrogantly as she extended her open palm to her opponent.

“I win,” she said teasingly.

Spike grumbled as he smashed a collection of money cards into her palm. “Every time,” he grunted.

Eve flashed a dazzling smile of triumph, before turning to their companions. Vicious waited, his head on his hands as he smirked to her. Julia seemed bored, her dark catsuit contrasting with the golden color of her hair and the pale creamy color of her skin. Eve had learned long ago to hold a mask of one emotion and feel another. Julia was, in her opinion, entirely unfit to be with Vicious. Of course, every female that wasn’t herself, or at least like herself, wasn’t fit. She watched the blonde woman as she swept her gaze towards the grumbling Spike and Eve’s hatred of Julia grew.

“Something on your mind?” Julia asked as she noticed Eve’s glare.

Eve smiled sweetly. “No. Nothing concerning you, fair Helen.”

Vicious chuckled at Eve’s nickname for Julia, Helen of Troy. Of course, he never understood why she called her that. But trying to understand Eve was as simple as… trying to understand Sith. As soon as he thought of her, she entered the bar, a lit cigarette in her mouth. Her stony eyes held no warmth as she scanned the crowded room, her eyes finally resting on him. With the quick and light step of a cat, she moved through the crowds of people until coming upon them.

Eve seemed surprised. “Sith?”

Sith moved her eyes over the group, only resting them a little longer on Vicious before resting them on Eve. “The Than call for us,” she said.

Eve sighed and nodded. She then turned to Spike. “Looks like you get to keep the rest of your woolongs tonight,” she teased. She then turned to where Julia had he arms wrapped around Vicious from behind. Eve’s eyes narrowed. “Later, Vicious, fare thee well, fair Helen,” she bid mockingly to the blonde before turning to the crimson haired woman and followed her out into the night.

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Eve crouched low, her handgun in hand. How ISSP had gotten word of their mission baffled her. Now the place was swarming with cops. She glanced to her partner, Sith seemed just as peeved, but in her own way. Many cops were going to die tonight. Of course, it was their fault that they came to the scene in the first place. Eve sighed and then smirked wickedly to her silent partner, her eyes sparkling with promise of bloodshed.

Sith nodded, her eyes showing a similar passion for their fight. Her alter ego was showing through, the one that felt, the one that desired Vicious, the one that felt a burning for the chance to kill.

Within a flash, the girls were out, their guns blazing. Eve took out three, Sith shot down five, before they ducked for cover and fired back. Both girls stood in the open, taking well aimed shots at the ISSP special forces boys when they would turn to fire.

Eve smiled, her blood racing with adrenaline as she pulled out her second pistol and dropped the first in a fluid motion. She never missed a beat as she fired away. Suddenly, she heard a cry from next to her and Sith fell to the ground, her knee blasted to all hell.

“Fuck!” Eve shouted as she ducked down to her friend’s side.

“One down! Remember they’re wanted alive for questioning!” Eve heard a man shout.

“Fucking assholes think they’re going to actually win!” Eve laughed as she fired a few shots at the creeping cops.

“My knee,” Sith ground out.

Eve nodded, looking over the wound, the bullet had passed through, but until they got to a doctor, she couldn’t tell if the bone had been hit. She then winced as a bullet grazed her back, slicing her shirt. She fired off another few rounds at the cops and turned back to Sith. “The bullet isn’t in there, lucky bitch,” she teased as yet another shot cut her back, a rather large hole now showing on her back, revealing her tattoo.

“Fuck! It’s the goddamn Crimson Dragon!” she heard a man shout.

Eve groaned as she turned and shot a few more times. Her gun, now empty, thrown aside. She then pulled a small tube from her pocket and pressed a button. A little red light blinked twice before she tossed it out into the warehouse. She then covered Sith’s body with her own as the grenade exploded, kicking enough dun thn the air to allow them to disappear.

“My fucking luck,” Eve grumbled as they escaped the room and she tossed another thin grenade into the room behind herself. “Well, that was a fun.”

Sith snorted indignantly as she watched Eve snap the seatbelt on her body before walking around the car and driving off.

Eve smiled and laughed. “I know, I know, I’m thoroughly fucked now.”

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She felt warm, her mind a lazy haze of images. She could recall leaving Mao’s office, after having him insist that she take the day off, that he had enough skilled bodyguards for the meeting. She remembered walking out of the building and down the street when she witnessed the explosion. Her heart racing as she ran up the stairs, fear for Mao’s life occupying every thought. She remembered slamming through the doors, seeing Vicious standing there, Mao’s blood dripping onto the pale floor. She could still taste the rage on her tongue as she drew her gun and fired at the cold eyed man. Then things went black.

Eve sat up, she was in his bed, her pale body nude, covered only by his silk sheets. She felt the burning rage within build as tears gushed from her eyes. Her body folded in on itself as more memories bombarded her mind.

His cold, almost reptilian gaze as she awoke the first time. His harsh words, accusing her of betraying him. His bruising grip as he forced her to look in his eyes. The cold rage when she confessed that she had been the one that sent the note about Julia fucking Spike. Then, the tearing of the clothes off her form, the burning pain as he slammed himself deep inside, as he raped her. She could still hear herself scream as she fought and clawed at his face and arms. The feeling of hopelessness as he spilled himself within her body. She remembered crying, she remembered the look of horror in his eyes as he came to his senses and truly realized what he’d done. How his eyes and voice had grown soft as he cradled her in his arms, trying to apologise, telling her that he loved her.

Her body shook as her tears overwhelmed her. He’d raped her! He had dared to kill Mao, and in a bloody rage, violated her body, and then, attempt to take it all back? Eve screamed, her every betrayal and pain within that mighty voice. She trembled as she looked out the window, it was raining, a thunderstorm was raging outside, conveying every ounce of her rage in every crack of thunder, every flash of lightning. Blindly, she groped behind the headboard of the bed, searching for a handgun that she had stored there for safe keeping. She smiled maliciously as she touched the cold steel of the barrel. She was going to get the hell out of this place and then he’d pay. She’d make sure that the Than would make him pay.

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Levii: *sighs* My muse is in hyper drive today! two chaps in a row! I thank my dear Natakamani for that. My muse is just feeding off your energy honey! Hehehe! Ya\'ll should read Shadows and thank Natakamani for this in your reviews! Noty that you shouldn\'t give me reviews! My muse also feeds off your reviews. I can\'t wait to read them... post now, post now!
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