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Retaliation “8”

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The air was tense as the two stared each other down, Junmyeon becoming aware of the relationship between the two.

"Is that a problem?" He spoke, raising his eyebrow the slightest.

"We don't exactly like each other."

"More like despise, but that works too."

"Well, that's just how it works. I want the two of you ready by the latter part of the evening. Sehun, I'm assuming you have a good amount of options in your wardrobe. On the contrary, Xena, I'll be sending you out with Baekhyun to find a designated outfit."

"Yes, sir."

"Good. I'll inform you of your task before you two leave. Sehun, call for Baekhyun. Let the preparations begin."

Sehun reached towards his watch, twisting the ring around it stopping at the certain number. A holographic picture of a very goofy looking Baekhyun appeared, his voice radiating through the device.

"Baekhyun speaking."

"Come down to the missions room. There's a task Junmyeon deligated to you." He quickly turned the dial back to its original place, throwing his hand up as he left the room.

"See you later, princess." Xena's blood boiled at his sarcastic remark, however before she could respond, Baekhyun had already stepped foot in the room.

"I heard Junmyeon had a task for me."

"Yeah, he wants you to take me shopping, Sehun and I are going to a Masquerade Party, casual."

"What kind of masquerade party is casual?"

"To hell if I know. Let's just get this over with, I don't like being out in public for long periods of time."

*

The restaurant was full. Busy tables surrounding them. An old couple eating side by side, one glass of wine each, studiously bent over their meals. A group of young women in their thirties collapsing with helpless giggles as a stern woman dining alone nearby looked on and frowned. Businessmen in their grey suits lighting up cigars. American tourists, trying to decipher the menu. A family and their teenage children. The noise level was high. The smoke level, too. But it didn't bother them. They were used to it.

"All of that shopping made me hungry." Baekhyun whined stuffing his mouth.

"Baekhyun when aren't you hungry?"

"During sex." Baekhyun winked sending Xena into spurs of coughing.

"You're disgusting." She grimaced at the male who sat in front of her, pleased with her reaction.

"It's just the way I charm people."

"Well, you have a hell of a way charming someone."

Shrugging the two continued to eat their food in silence. They sparked up a few conversations here and there, but never long enough to carry them out. The waiter soon came by placing the bill on the table, Baekhyun reaching for it and paying. In a matter of minutes, the two exited the noisy restaurant continuing their shopping for the day.

"Hey, Baekhyun?"

He replied with a small hum as his fingers typed away on his phone, not once looking at her nor where he was going.

"Did you know Chanyeol's fiancée?"

His head rose up to her question, placing his phone back in his pocket.

"I knew of her, but if you're asking if I knew her personally then no. I met her a few times and had a few conversations with her, but we weren't ever that close."

"Oh." She whispered.

"But if you're thinking that you're simply her replacement then you're wrong. You're actually more than that."

Her face contorted at him, questioning his statement as his just simply smiled at her, but was soon replaced with a dumbfounded look.

"You really have no clue do you?"

"You'd actually think that my confused and blank face would've answered that question for you already."

"You can't be serious...Do you seriously not see that he's completely in love with you?"

"Shut up don't joke like that." Xena laughed as she sipped her drink. Baekhyun coming to a halt in response. His face was the most serious Xena had seen it, this caused a bubbling feeling in her making her almost terrified of the foreign feeling.

"Baek come on he doesn't love me, he's not that stupid."

"Whatever you say wise one, but I don't think he's stupid at all." The male mumbled, continuing their walk towards the shop.

There were wide varieties of shops lined up on the nearby streets: antique and art stalls, jewelry, and accessory shops, luxury boutiques, souvenirs and stores selling leather goods, all showcasing an array of the finest Italian wares. Tourists flocked to them like fireflies to a lamp, enthusiasm accentuating their features. The silvery melody of the drawl of sightseers and the strong, distinct accents of the locals drifted through their ears as they wandered past. There were chimes of bells that tinkled incessantly as the people sauntered in and out of the stores.

-

"Hi welcome to Beaux Châteaux, My name is Abella so just let me know if you need anything okay?" The perky employee greeted the two as they walked into the shop. The shop was filled with beautiful dresses, accessories, and shoes, way too expensive for Xena's taste in clothing. Xena looked at Baekhyun, taking refuge in his eyes.

"I don't know what to say..."

"Let me take care of it." He immediately went to work scanning the dresses until he found a few suited to his taste. Xena watched from afar as he pulled out dresses examining before putting them back, shaking his head at his decision. Xena rested on one of the nearby chairs, leaning her head against the wall she started to doze off. She was rudely woken up by a dress and some shoes being thrown into her lap.

"Go try those on, dressing room is right there." She picked up the items in her lap and walked over to the destination Baekhyun had been pointing to. She slowly started to undress as she entered the dressing room, the dress was form fitting, clinging to Xena in all the right places. A slit ran down the side of her leg, exposing the caramel skin. Thick straps supported her bust, curving in a sweethearts shape. Nude shoes wrapped shortly up her leg, crisscrossing along her foot, the heel the perfect size. Smoothing out her dress she stepped out to where Baekhyun was waiting, his head rose up immediately his face contorted into a shocked demeanor. His eyes traveled along her body seeing how the dress hugged her form just perfectly.

"If Chanyeol could see you right now, he'll rip you to shreds." Standing up he walked around Xena checking out her full body.

"Damn girl. Maybe he should see what his princess is doing right now." Baekhyun stopped in front of her his phone raised in his hand.

"Baekhyun don't you dare." She warned.

"Oops." A camera sound reigned through signaling he had taken a picture of her and sent it to Chanyeol.

"I hate you."

"You love me. Just like you love Chanyeol."

"Right." Catching herself in the mirror she admired the dress and mentally agreed with Baekhyun. She thought of the dress as a way to let Chanyeol see the kind of woman she actually is, not some girl who always dressed up in sweats.

"We don't need to shop anymore. We're buying this one." She smiled.

*

Humming along to the toons, Baekhyun and Xena grew in sync, their voices escalating as the song progressed. Ending on key, they laughed it off, Baekhyun turning down onto the next street.

Silence progressed in the car, Xena checking out the smaller items in her bag. However, after a short period of time, Xena began to pick up on Baekhyun's eyes constantly checking the rearview mirror. Soft whispers and groans left his lips, the vehicle beginning to accelerate, making sharp turns down smaller and smaller streets.

"Baekhyun, where's your gun?"

"Xena, that's not necessary. We're fine."

"Baekhyun. Where's your fucking gun?" She spoke, eyes constantly checking the side mirrors to view the black car trailing not far behind.

She wasn't stupid, she knew what was going on and she knew what she was about to do.

"In the glove department." He spoke, shoulders dropping. She immediately reached, pulling out the gun and removing her seatbelt.

Slipping into the backseat, she looked to Baekhyun.

"Any turns or course changes up ahead?"

"No, all smooth sailing."

With a nod of her head, she cocked the gun, taking a deep breath. Time began to slow, as she rolled down the window to the SUV, sliding her body out the window before aiming at the tire. Before the driver could break, she took the shot, screeching of the tires as it crashed into the wall.

She slid back into the vehicle, rolling up the window and sliding alongside Baekhyun.

"Who, what, why?" Xena questioned, looking directly at Baekhyun.

"I honestly have no clue."

"It's obvious someone has tabs on us, considering all we did was go out shopping and they were able to trace our vehicle."

"We have to tell Junmyeon. If they were following us here, I have no doubt that they'll follow you and Sehun to the party."

"As much as we both would like Chanyeol to be your escort, we know that's not going to happen. At least try to enjoy yourself for the short period of time you have at the party." Xena nodded her head, her eyes gazing towards the side mirrors again, her thoughts began to wander.

At the sound of his name, Xena shuddered, shaking her shoulders slightly.

Was she the target?

-

The sound of her heels echoed in her ears as she paced back and forth, hooking the earrings in her ears. She ran her fingers through her shortened hair, adjusting the style slightly before smiling to herself. Taking a short walk down the hall, she knocked on the door in front of her before entering, watching the man she despised trying to fix his appearance.

"If it takes you this long to get ready, you may not be as cute as you think you are."

"You literally just finished after I did."

"And your point is?"

"Just get out of my sight." He spoke, moving his hand to shoo her away. Instead, she marched right towards him, tilting her head to the side.

"What is it that you don't like about me? What do you have against me?"

"Who said I had anything against you?"

"Hm, I don't know, the numerous times I have come to face you and your face turns to an assortment of emotions. Or the countless times you've made horrendous comments about me. Or is that just my imagination?"

"I think you're just imagining things, princess."

"Don't call me that."

"Don't call you what?" He placed his hand on the dresser top, leaning up against it.

"You don't like it when I call you that because that's Chanyeol's given name for you, right? I see the way you look at him. How does it feel to come second to his ex-fiance?" Rage burned through her, however, before she could strike him her instincts pulled her back, hand lowering to her side.

"I'd love to insult you, but I don't think I can do as well as mother nature did."

"That's a weak ass comeback for a weak little girl."

"Says the one who has yet to step in the ring with me. Save the shots for your chance Sehun, because you know its coming." She slid out the room, running a hand through her hair once more. Before she could get far, she came smack into contact with someone's chest, their arms immediately reaching out to brace her.

"Hey, you alright?" Chanyeol asked, looking down at her with his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Yeah, just nervous. You know, first time on a mission, haha." She laughed sarcastically, hitting his shoulder lightly.

"Mhm. Well, Junmyeon said to tell you and Sehun the car is ready for the two of you." Xena smiled up at him, patting him on the back.

"Thanks." She turned to walk towards the exit, clutch in hand.

"Hey, Xena." She turned around to look at him, noticing how he stiffened at her gaze.

"Yes?"

"You look beautiful. Good luck tonight."

“Thanks.” She smiled, whatever anger she had disappearing quickly.

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[ Retaliation ]

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[ SEVEN ]

"Welcome to the Seoul Kingsman Society, Xena Takahashi. Your next step of involvement is to be branded."  

                                                              *

Cold air met Xena's skin, her shoulders rotating back as she shed her shirt. She could feel the intense stares of many as they stared at the already occupied skin, fingertips brushing against it. Taking strides towards the chair, lying face down, the material stuff. Goosebumps spread across her skin as the alcohol came in contact, a razor shortly following it.

Within little time, the stencil was removed from her skin and the sound of the tattoo machine filled her ears, the ink burying its way into her skin. A familiar wave of heat washed over her, her body reacting to the contact, almost like a bad cat scratch. However, as Junmyeon made his way to the top of her spinal bone, her body grew tense, the area tender.

"Frightened kitten?" She heard him whisper in her ear and it took her everything not to hit him in the throat.

The life of her tattoo depended on it.

"Don't forget who you're talking to Junmyeon."

"Right.."

She felt the slight pain loosen on her body as Junmyeon pulled back the needle, turning it off and switching to color.

She hated this part the most. No matter how much she told herself that this part should have been the easiest, it wasn't. The constant nagging of one needle driving ink into her skin was enough, however, the feeling of multiple going over the same surface was enough to drive her wild.

Junmyeon tried his hardest to make that part quick, sensing the annoyance by the way her body tensed up.

Soon, the excess ink was removed, leaving Xena with a fresh tattoo and new branding on the lower part of her neck.

She felt powerful.

However, she also felt like she belonged to a cult.

"Welcome to The Seoul Kingsmen Society. Your initiation is complete."

                                                              *

It had been a month since Xena been branded, two months since she had been at the EXO base. Over the course of these months, she had grown some kind of connection to each member, especially Chanyeol. Chanyeol occupied her side day and night, not once letting her out of his sight, though this was an annoyance to her she found herself soon enjoying his company.

Today was no different. Chanyeol was in his regular spot outside the training room, he decided to give her some privacy so she could focus on her skills more and perfect certain moves. She ended her training for today with a final kick to the dummy, who was rightfully labeled as hers, sending it backward smiling at this she was pleased with the amount of strength she had built up in a matter of 3 months. Retrieving her towel that rested on her chair she wiped the sweat that coated her body, switching off the light as she closed the door her eyes instantly meeting the tall male that stood against the wall before her.

"You took longer than usual. I thought you would never come out, what do you do in there?"

She rolls her eyes at him snatching the water he was handing to her, taking a sip.

"I'm training myself to beat your ass."

"Oh keep dreaming princess."

Laughing at his comment she sighs, the air suddenly growing silent. As they walked down the familiar hallway to the shower room she busied herself by tapping her fingers along the sides of the cold bottle as she bit her lip in anticipation, a question she had so longed to ask him sat at the tip of her tongue.

"Can I ask you something?" The two unexpectedly asked at the same time, laughing Xena insisting on him to go first.  

"I've been meaning to ask you this, but what's the story behind your tattoo?" Awkwardly stuffing his hands in his pockets he earned a light chuckle from her.

"Depends on which one you're talking about."

"The one panning up your ribcage."

"Oh that one..well..it's a symbol of my mother..it was her favorite flower."

Her mood suddenly dulling at the thought of her deceased mother, Chanyeol noticed this, his immediate response being to comfort her, pulling her into his embrace. Pulling from him she silently thanked him.

"So what was your question for me?"

Retrieving her clothes from her locker, Chanyeol rested on the bench behind her.  Taking the spot next to him, she fiddled with her fingers in her lap.

"Well, can I just question why are you so protective of me?"

"Because I'm your designated bodygua-"

"Say something sarcastic and I'm not promising that I won't deck you in the throat."

His hand automatically covers his throat protecting himself from her, clearing it he spoke,

"Well if you want the truth..I'm so protective of you because you remind me so much of my ex-fiancée."

"You have a fiancée?"

"What part of ex didn't you understand?"

"Right..sorry."

A silence grew between them once more, yet the silence screamed what each of them wanted to say.  After growing tortured by the silence she spoke,

"Do you miss her?"  Her voice was scarcely a whisper.

He sighed saying three little words that pulled the strings to her heart.

"All the time."

She never knew that three words could cause her heart to ache, she had grown attached to him in not only a friendly way but more of a romantic. Though 3 months is a short period of time to actually love someone, he made her feel as if she had known him for years. So, hearing him say those words tore her up inside, the familiar feeling of heartbreak resurfacing.

"She was smart, beautiful, talented..she was just everything a man wanted in a woman..."

He paused taking a shaky breath, his head hanging low.

"Only if I knew that the last time I saw her was going to be my last...I think I would've held her tighter and not let go."

Raising her hand, she rubs small circles on his back.

"I could've prevented it...I could've protected her. If only if I wouldn't have gone on that stupid mission then maybe she'll be alive today."

"Alive?"

"Our house was broken into. They were looking for me but they found her instead."

Her heart dropped. She felt almost selfish for getting upset because of his past lover but learning that she had been killed when the intention was for Chanyeol... Her hand clasped around his, tilting his head she was met with glossy eyes searching for comfort in hers.

"I know what kind of pain you're feeling, trust me I know it all too well. But I have learned to not blame myself for their deaths..and you should too." Cupping his face she wiped his eye with the pad of her thumb, though no tear had slipped.

"You'll make it through this...I promise." She smiled. In an instant, she had him in her arms cooing him as she tried to take away any pain he was feeling at this moment. He was limp at first, but soon closing in the hug with a tight grip.

"Hey, Xena Junmyeon wants you in his office..."

The two slowly broke apart catching the eyes of Baekhyun who stood in the doorway.

"I can just tell him you're busy and just come back lat-"

"No. No, it's fine. Just tell him I'll be there after my shower."

With a nod, Baekhyun scurried out of the room showing that he had grown awkward from the scene he had just witnessed. The two laughed catching each other's eyes.

"Okay, I'm gonna go shower so while I do that you do what you do best."

Saluting her he gave her a smile as she walked into the showers, his regular feeling of loneliness returning causing his smile to quickly fade.

                                                           *

"There's a problem I'd like you to solve."

"What kind of problem?" Xena questioned, following behind him. With fresh smelling skin as well as a change of clothes, she felt a lot more positive as she did before.

Junmyeon walked towards the display screen, grazing his fingers across it as he pulled up a coordinate grid, pinching and zooming on a certain location.

"There's a party going on downtown later this evening, specifically a Masquerade Party. Nothing too dramatic, casual," He clicked on the location, a large building appearing before Xena's eyes.

"Sounds simple. Is this a one-man mission, or-" At that moment, she felt an annoying presence enter the room, her mind putting two and two together.

"Please don't tell me-"

"You wanted to see me Myeon?" Sehun cutting her off, eyeing her out the corner of his eye.

"Correct. You and Xena are going to complete a mission together. Tonight."

"Oh hell no." They both said in unison, groaning.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

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[ SIX ]

The food that sat in front of her grew cold, her utensils untouched and her appetite unheard of. Her arms sat folded across her chest, staring down at the plate; she could feel the faces of many looking at her.

"Xena, I think you should eat something. You wouldn't want to fight on an empty stomach." Baekhyun spoke, placing his fork down before looking at her retained figure.

"I'm not hungry." She spoke, her eyes glancing at him once. At the look, he shook his head, continuing with his meal.

"Xena, I understand you're in a state of shock, but it would be best for your health-"

"Let's just get this training session over with." She announced as she stood, heading for the training room without looking back.

Jumyeon nodded his head towards Kyungsoo, who got up and followed behind her, cracking his knuckles in the process.

At that moment, Sehun spoke up.

"Are you really going to let her talk down to you Myeon? Just because she's the daughter of-" Before he could finish his sentence, Sehun was shoved against a wall, a hand resting firm on his throat.

"There are many things left to be unsaid, Sehun. Keep your mouth shut and go along with it." With an emphasis on the last word, he released Sehun of his grip, the male gasping for air. Junmeyon rolled up his sleeves and walked off, heading for his office.

He heard enough comments about Xena and her parents and frankly, he was tired of their names leaving people's mouths. Internally, he was mourning the loss of his boss, however, he knew that with this he had duties bestowed upon them as well as a mystery and mess to solve and clean up.

If anything, he was pleased with the fact they had gotten to Xena in time, with her loss came to the possible end of the organization they knew.

-

"Can I please have some privacy?" Xena grumbled to the male that followed her into the training room. He shut the door behind him as he stood there with his hands in his pants pockets.

"No."

"And why the hell not?"

"Because when you arrived Junmyeon's orders were to keep an eye on you at all times."

"This is bullshit." She huffed allowing herself to fall onto one of the nearby chairs.

"No. What's bullshit is you always storming out when you get the truth instead of a lie."

Kyungsoo pulled a chair in front of Xena, taking a seat he continued his speech.

"There's still a lot more things that you need to know, things that are valuable to you. But if you continue to run away like this then I can't promise you that you're gonna survive here."

Xena relaxed a bit in her position, looking up at the wide-owl-eyed man.

"You need to know that we know more about you than you know about yourself."

Xena crossed her arms scoffing at him.

"Like I'll actually believe that." Rolling her eyes she laughed at this. However, the stern and blank look on his face told Xena otherwise.

"But you should. You see bringing you here was no coincidence, all of this was planned by your father."

This caught her attention, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Xena your father knew that he was going to die. Maybe not when, but certainly how. He also knew that he was not going to live up to see you in your fullest potential and with this concreted in his head, he brought upon this mission to Junmyeon. The idea was that when he was to die, that it was our job to find you immediately and take you in. Now, to do what with you, that part I still don't know. But what I do know is that this idea was sealed in your father's head. You were all that he had left."

Xena dropped her head, fingertips picking at the fabric of her pants

"We know that your brother, Xander, has fallen flat off the face of the earth."

Xena's face fell, her heart beating erratically in her chest filled with anxiety.

"We also know that you still believe that your mother's death was because of an illness. I'm sorry to say this but, that idea is entirely false."

Xena looked up at him, her eyes widening in shock.

"How did-"

"I know, it's shocking and I'm sorry you had to find out this way Xena, but your mother did not die from a spontaneous illness. She was in fact assassinated, just like your father."

-

Junmyeon's face was stiff, his fist coming in contact with the desk before him. Kyungsoo didn't react to the action.

"Why in the hell did you think it was necessary to tell Xena how her parents died? What are you setting her up for? Are you seriously that damn stupid?"

Kyungsoo launches at Junmyeon at his last statement, grabbing the man by his collar, the other men in the room reaching for their guns.

"Don't you dare insult my intelligence Junmyeon, you know damn well I'm the brains of this operation and you wouldn't be able to do shit without me." Kyungsoo looked at the older male, eyes staring directly into his.

"You know well enough what its like to lose insight with or your family entirely, and you know damn well what its like to be introduced into an industry that doesn't take its enemies lightly."

Junmyeon's jaw tensed at the words Kyungsoo spoke.

"She deserves to know the truth. She doesn't deserve to live her life in a lie when the answers are right in front of her, but then again who does?"

Junmyeon looked at his team member, face becoming less stiff with anger.

"Just because we live our lives based on lies doesn't mean she should too."

Before Junmyeon could respond, Xena came bursting through the door, attention falling on her.

"Why are you here?" Junmyeon asked, looking directly into her eyes.

"I want in." She stated, ignoring his question. Junmyeon's posture slacked at her request.

"What do you mean you-"

"I want to avenge my parent's death."

"Xena I can't let you do that yet."

"Bullshit!"

In one quick motion, she swiped everything off Junmyeon's desk, slamming her hands down on top. The men quickly drew their weapons again only to put them away with the swift motion of Junmyeons' hand.

"You know I can do it. You've seen the way I fight, so cut the bull and let me do this."

Junmyeon could feel the anger that was radiating off of her, yet still, he held onto his answer.

"Xena, it takes much more than just fighting to do this. You need to be ready mentally and I nor the others think you're ready for such a task." He chuckled only to anger her even more.

"Fine, have it your way. If I can't participate, then I'm walking out that door. Completely. And I'm pretty sure that's not what my father would have wanted, as you were tasked to "protect" me. " She smirked, her facial features still holding their hard expression.

Crossing his arms, he smirked. His eyes fell on to hers as he mentally applauds her.

"Are you blackmailing me?"

"Depends on how you take it. So, what's it gonna be? You let me join or I leave."

Junmyeon glances at the others in the room, their faces just as impressed as his with a few of them nodding in approval while others didn't. His eyes return to hers a small smile creeping back on his face, sticking his hand he shook her hand that now hung at her sides.

"So be it."

-

Tension filled the air of Junmyeon's office, all the men gathered around his desk, Xena sitting in front of their leader. They all eyed her differently, some welcoming the new recruit to their unit.

Others, not so much.

"I'm assuming there are some questions lingering in that puny brain of yours." The leader spoke, his hands neatly folded on the desk.

"While I'll skip over the insult, I'd like to know what exactly your "mission" is and how you came to be." Junmyeon nodded his head, looking to his right-hand man for secondary approval.

"Your father was apart of a company, an assassin company to be specific, called the Seoul Kingsman Society. They grew to be the biggest killing company in the world, their name whispered amongst the high officials and ranks. They were hired to take out those of high power. Leaders of companies, gang leaders, potential country leaders, anything you can think of. That's how your parents met."

Tears began to tickle in Xena's eyes, taking a deep breath as she continued to listen.

"At a party, where your father had been assigned to kill the host, a high-ranking and wealthy man in society. However, before your father could get to him, your mother did. She always had a strong form of hatred for those who took women for granted." Jumyeon smiled, thinking back on the first time he met her. She reached beyond expectations.

"He took her back to base, and eventually she joined the team. Their love bound to grow strong. And obviously, you and your brother came into the picture. Despite having a family, your parents still continued their job in silence. However, after the silence comes the storm. The company had been experiencing massive death tolls within, members being picked off one by one. It wasn't until your mother was killed that your father created EXO, our unit, a sub from the Company. We were set up to not only protect you and your brother but to rebuild the company if it were to ever fall. That era has just begun." Junmyeon looked around at his men, their faces firm, bodies in ready position.

"Each of us has different backgrounds, different stories which you will probably find out later down the line. However, we all came and united under the advice and guidance of your father. Your brother disappeared long before we could secure him as one of our ranks. And we continued on, building and growing in silence and secrecy until the day came. The day came that we had to come for you. The day that the empire your father took refuge in, fell."

"Let's make one thing clear, you are not apart of EXO and never will be. You are the only known living heir to your father's position in the company, practically the leader of the company will fall. We will help you avenge your parent's death, however, what you do from there is none of our business." Junmyeon spoke, his voice cold and arrogant.

Xena rose from her seat, looking at the man in front of her.

"And let's make another thing clear. You swore to protect me, and that's what you will continue to do until I have made myself secure," She paused, turning to look at the men surrounding her.

"Once I take back whats mine, I will make sure you take your rightful place next to me if you accept that offer. However, I will avenge my parents. And if I die in the process, it was for a good cause." An applaud began in the room, Xena beginning to feel lifted and spirited.

The applaud was cut short by the closing of a door, Junmyeon stepping from behind a hidden bookshelf. Resting in his hands was a book, the symbol of a shaded dragon across the cover. The members began to swarm around her, linking arms with one another as they formed a circle with her and Junmyeon in the center.

"Xena Takahashi, do you solemnly swear to remain loyal to the cause, support the reasoning, and volunteer to put forth your life until completion?" He held the book out to her, hand hovering and completeling a circle before pulling back.

Her hand showed no sign of regret as we placed her hand on the book, a wave of energy overcoming her.

"Yes. I swear to the cause." The circle of men disbursed, hands coming to rest attentively at their sides.

"Welcome to the Seoul Kingsman Society, Xena Takahashi. Your next step of involvement is to be branded."

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Exo Reaction! - Their S/O losing their Promise Ring

Xiumin:

After you woke him up crying that you lost your ring, he would be confused at first but soon laughing at your worried state. Still, in his sleepy state, he would pull you down to cradle you as he soothingly rubbed your arm.  

"Don't cry babe, I'll help you find it...Right after I finish my nap."  

Junmyeon:

You couldn't tell if he was furious or disappointed, his eyes gazing upon yours.  

"How did you lose your promise ring?" He questioned, watching you as you shook your head with sad eyes. A sigh escaped his lips, a hand coming in contact with yours.  

"No harm was done. I'm pretty sure we'll find it here."

Yixing:

A sad expression would cross his face before he looked at you, your eyes glancing upon the floor. He shuffled over to you, wrapping you in his embrace.  "Don't worry baobei, we'll find it." 

Baekhyun: 

He would think you were joking at first assuming you were playing another one of your pranks on him.  

"Ah, not this time babe. You're not fooling me." He laughed it off, but his smile quickly left his face as he saw how serious your expression was. He would drop everything he was doing, only to sigh deeply as he pushed you towards the living room.

"Remind me not to get you an engagement ring but a ring pop instead. Come on let's go find it."  

Jongdae:

"Ah, Babe, how did you lose something so important?" He'd ask, trying to catch your eye. You were anxious, worried that you had lost the ring completely, it nowhere to be found.  

"Hey, look at me," You caught his eyes.

"Don't over think it. It's not like it has legs and walked away, we'll find it. I promise."  

Chanyeol:

He would disappointed at first, but he would cover it up with a smile as he hugged you tightly rubbing your back soothingly.

"I appreciate you telling me. Now calm down. It'll pop up sooner or later."

Kyungsoo:

He'd look at you with a blank expression, shaking his head as his owl-eyes closed.

"I swear you'd lose your head if it wasn't attached. We'll find it somewhere."

Jongin:

A pout would grow on his lips, your mind trying to decide whether or not he was being cute or angry.  

"Ah, jagiya. You have to be more careful. Come on, let's start looking for it. It has to be around here somewhere."  

Sehun:

He wouldn't be surprised that you had lost it. He knew that since the day he gave it to you, it would come up missing soon. He was just glad he had prepared himself for this day.  

"I knew this was going to happen. Come on let's find it and when we do, I'm holding onto it."

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[ FIVE ] 

The lights were dimmed, the faint trace of shadows hinted with the lingering smell of musk and moist air. It was enough to be suffocating, yet there she stood, her hands trailing at her sides. Her skin began to prickle, the presence of someone becoming very keen on her senses.

And then the room grew with luminescence, a female figure standing before her in the distance. Her feet pulled her, lured her towards the woman, their efforts in sync. She could feel her heart beating faster and faster, body overwhelmed with relief.

And then a gunshot went off.

The woman collapsed.

Crimson red painted the walls and the lights.

She was alone.

-

Xena jolted awake her eyes bulging, sweat coating her body. Her breath was erratic as well as her heartbeat. Hair stuck to her face, along with clothes that clung to her body. Her eyes searched the room for signs of reality, her dream all too real. Her hands covered her face as she glided them down allowing them to fall in her lap. Closing her eyes she allowed her shoulders to drop in relaxation, the horrific dream still vividly replaying in her mind. The sudden opening of her door jolted her nerves again as a light gasp escaped her lips. With a flick of the light switch, the room lit up causing her to wince at the sudden brightness, blinking she slowly tried to adjust. Once adjusted she turned her attention to the intruder of her privacy, there stood a male, his figure tall, skinny, his shoulders broad. His attire was the same as the rest, black dress pants and a black dress shirt. His face held a hard expression, no sign of emotion in them. Xena recognized him immediately, he was introduced to her the other day as Oh Sehun, the hacker.

"Good you're awake."

He chucked some clothes at her soon followed by a towel. The objects landing perfectly in her lap.

"Get dressed. You're wanted in the training room, you'll be needing that towel for later."

Before Xena could ask any questions he shut the door, leaving her in a state of confusion. Why was she wanted in the training room? Then, it suddenly dawned on her... the practice dummy.

"Aish, stupid. Stupid. Stupid." Her hands hit her head as she scolded herself. She knew she shouldn't have touched their things, especially destroying one of their pieces of equipment. Releasing a long sigh she gathered the clothes in her lap examining them, a sports bra and yoga pants, her eyebrows furrowed at the choice of clothing. If she was only meeting them in the training room to possibly be scolded, why on earth did she have to wear such lack of clothing? Biting the bullet she decided to wear the clothes without putting up a fuss, she swung the sheets off her body as her legs dangled the side of the bed.

"Today is gonna be exciting." She mumbled sarcastically.

-

Her head felt like a rain cloud, heavy and dense with words and thoughts. A weight loomed over her, terrified of what their leader's reaction was going to be.

Why did she have to destroy that practice dummy?

Yet, why did it make a difference?

Why was it significant?

Why did it bother her so much as to what the thought?

Because she was one of them now?

Or because her father was their overseeing leader and had been killed for a reason they had yet to figure out.

Why was she even here?

All the other questions that ran through her mind, she didn't have an answer to.

However, she knew the reason for this one.

Shivers flew down her spine as she stepped into the training room, the atmosphere tenser than before. The room full of light, weapons on full display with a wall with older weaponry, the sword she used the night before back in place. The sound of her feet on the cool marble floor echoed shortly before she heard a voice speak up loud and clear,

"Good, you're here." The leader greeted her with a warming smile making her feel some sort of comfort, in return, she smiled softly.

"Front and center." His smile dropped just as quickly as Xena's comfort did.

The males formed a circle around what she assumed to be the mangled up dummy, their backs faced the dummy while all eyes watched her intensely. Xena didn't dare to move a muscle, fear slowly starting to consume her body once more.

"Now!"

The sudden shout from the man sent a volt through her body causing her to flinch, her feet never walked so quickly a day in her life, she never had a reason to walk fast, but something about him told her that he was not a man to play with nor was he a man of patience.

"Good. Now, as you've already taken notice to, we've seen you're little act. Now, I want you to perform it live," Junmyeon spoke, pausing as he searched Xena's eyes.

"But on Jongdae." A smirk appeared on his lips as the name he called stepped forward, eyeing Xena blankly.

"You want me to what?" She questioned, stepping forward and tilting her head to the side.

"You heard me. Don't second guess my statements, what I say goes."

"What are you? Scared?" Sehun questioned, raising his eyebrow at the female.

"No. I just didn't expect for one of your precious members to be my test dummy."

"Well, he is. Now, this is a hand-to-hand combat test. The floor is yours." He spoke, the rest of the men taking steps back as a luminescence ring grew vibrant around Xena and Jongdae, getting into fighting position.

"Good luck." He spoke to her and she nodded, taking a deep breath. He started towards her, his leg launched and headed straight for her torso. She blocked it, grabbing his leg and twisting it, forcing him to spin mid-air before he landed, softly on his feet.

Fist headed for her face, her arms crossed and blocked the impact, pushing Jongdae back before landing a soft blow in the stomach. Sweat began to draw on their foreheads, effort evident.

Soon, he came at her once more, his hand aiming for her neck, looking to knock her out. However, before he could make contact, she grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back before forcing him to the ground with her knee, one hand coming to rest softly on the pressure point in his neck as she straddled him.

"Easy there Princess, I'm done. You got that one."

She paused, processing the words before shoving him on the ground, his face hitting the cool floor with a loud oof.

"Hmm. I'm impressed. No one has ever taken down Jongdae on the first try." Xiumin announced, looking towards his leader.

"Myself as well. But, not impressed enough."

"Well, what the fuck do you want me to do? Go out and skin a man alive and come back with a million dollars?"

"Close. If you take down Xiumin here, not only will I never ask you to do this again, but I believe we'll both owe each other an explanation."

"I don't owe anyone anything."

"Well, as of right now, under my command you owe Xiumin an ass-whooping. So go on."

Xiumin stepped into the circle, the ring glowing more intense than it had before. Immediately charging at her, shoving her back, her body bending and landing on her feet. She quickly launched her leg at his body, shin connecting with his throat. However, he easily grabbed her leg, twisting her body before she landed on her back, the tile dulling the ache.

"Ohh. Looks like someone's about to lose." She heard the man from earlier say, a smirk evident on his lips.

Angered by this, she rose to her feet, his fist close to contact with her face. With quick reflexes, she shoved the hand back to his face, the sound of contact loud. Hands gripping his arm, she twisted it up, her knee coming to hit his lower region before her body moved over his to where her rear sat over his head, pulling his arm up. A cracking sound echoed the room once more before she slid back and hit him on the head, his body dropping to the ground instantly.

"That's enough." Jumyeon spoke, another man instantly running over to Xiumin lying on the floor.

"I'm fine Lay, just a few bruises." He said as he allowed the man to help him up, looking Xena in the eye.

"Looks like you owe her that explanation Myeon." He smiled softly before the man called Lay escorted him out the now tension-filled room.

She turned to Baekhyun, who tossed her the well-needed towel, his face displaying shock.

"Where did you learn to fight like that?" He questioned, placing his hand on her shoulder. She quickly shoved it off, turning towards Junmyeon.

"Explanation. Now."

"Well, Baekhyun took the words from my mouth. What I wanted to ask you was where you learned how to fight like that?"

"My father made me take some self-defense classes as a child before he taught me other methods. I combined them as I got older. Oh, and apparently I inherited some skills from my well-known mother." She spoke, rolling her eyes at the next part.

"That's good to know. As the second part of my explanation would be the fact that you are to be continuing your training after lunch. Once that is finished, after we complete dinner, I will share with you your expectations here as well as what your father left for you to know."

"Woah. Let's get this straight. I didn't ask to come here. You can't force me to do any shit that I don't want to do just because my father or my parents were some kick-ass machines. I'm not them."

"Well from the looks of it, you're skills are to par with theirs."

"And most importantly you're their child. You may have been sheltered and secluded as a child, but this is the real world. The world both your parents were apart of, and it does not welcome you with open arms." Junmyeon spoke, coming to close proximity to her face.

"Who the hell said I wanted a welcome?" Xena shoved him away, walking off towards her room.

"Xena!" Chanyeol yelled, trailing behind her.  

He looked to Junmyeon, who nodded him off, his feet quickly picking up a pace.

He called out her name again, the sound of the shower room door closing with a hard slam.

"Xena. You can't keep running away from your problems." He spoke through the door, his arm serving as a rest for his head.

"Who said I was running? I was simply "following orders". Wouldn't want to show up to lunch smelling like raw onions." The shower cut off, the door opening shortly as Xena stepped out, her body wrapped in a towel. Chanyeol eyed her before stepping aside, continuing his action as he watched her stepped into her room.

Once inside, she sunk against the door, her body finally coming in tune with her emotions.

Boy, had her life changed.

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[ FOUR ]

Her body froze at the all so familiar words. The words repeated in her head like a rerun of an episode.

"Anthony Takahashi has been reported dead."

Death had struck again.

Her stare on Junmyeon was intense, hands hanging at her side.

"Xena?" Chanyeol called out towards her, his voice ever so soft, placing a reassuring hand softly on her shoulder, she ignored the feeling.

Despite the fact that the last family member she had, besides her brother, had been taken from the Earth, she didn't feel anything. All she felt was numb.

Death was never friendly.

For many years, it picked and chose the most valuable people in her life to snuff out, leaving Xena always on edge.

Death didn't care. It didn't distinguish, nor did it take a disguise. It came raw, leaving a trail of negative energy in its wake.

It had ripped away a part of her, the part of her that was most loved. Her ability to love. She couldn't love anyone even if she tried, death has completely torn that away from her. It was fear; fear that everyone she loved would be snatched from her, leaving her to restart the long, difficult and aching process.

But yet even though she couldn't muster up any emotions, she still found it hard to breathe. The room slowly spun as her fist loosened touching her forehead ever so slightly, her eyes squeezed shut trying to regain her balance.

"Here sit down." The hand on her shoulder applied slight pressure signaling her to take a seat, she refused. Shaking her head she shook the hand off her, turning towards the door.

"I need some air." she mumbled before exiting the room. Chanyeol started towards the door, but a grip on his arm stopped him, his head turned to see a permissive looking Junmyeon. Junmyeon shook his head,

"Don't. Let her breathe." He consoled. Chanyeol mulled over his idea, pulling his arm out of the male's grasp he jogged out the door and out into the hallway. He jogged down the long hallway, looking in every little space of an area trying to find her small petite figure.

The hallway was dimmed illuminating a faint blue, it was filled with nothing but training rooms, some revealing the other members practicing with their most prized possessions. He ignored them, continuing his jog down the way.

He soon came to the end of the hallway, bending down placing his hands on his knees, he focused on his breathing. His chest was tight, his lungs were desperate for air. It felt almost as if the deep breathes he was taking weren't helping at all, it just made his lungs scream for air even more. There was a soft and light sniffle in the distance causing his head to shoot up frantically looking for the owner of the noise. Straightening his posture he dusted himself off pulling the now semi-soaked dress shirt that was sticking to his body, fanning it softly to cool himself down. He walked ever so carefully to where he heard the noise, he built his hopes up on finding her.

Turning the corner he stopped, the corner was dark but there was still light shining from the nearby training room allowing him to make out her face. He sighed once he saw her, a sense of relief taking over him.

"God, there you are. I've been looking for you." She raises her head at the sound his voice, almost immediately rolling her eyes. He strode towards her taking big steps. She sat on the floor arms crossed and seemed very displeased by his presence. He stood for a while seeing if she would grant his request, but that never came, taking a seat anyway. Xena refused to look at him, her gaze was planted on the wall. They sat in silence. Neither one of them dared to speak, silence thick in the room until she broke it.

"You don't have to be here. I didn't ask you to be. This isn't a first that someone significant to me has died." Her words were cold. No hint of emotion once so ever in them, causing Chanyeol to inhale deeply. Straightening his back on the wall he looked towards her finding her already looking at him with empty eyes. The way her eyes looked triggered something in him that made him slightly uncomfortable at the unusual feeling. Clearly his throat, he tore his stare away from her, picking at his worn downed nails.

"Yeah well, I know you need someone to talk to right now. And I sure as hell wasn't leaving you in this state. So, here I am."

"I don't need anyone. It's always been myself. Me, myself, and I. And I'm damn sure not making a change for anyone right now." She stood, wiping her tears, her tone harsh. She took strides out the room, running smack in Junmyeon, bouncing back at the impact. She looked up at him, his facial features contorted.

"You've had a long day. Baekhyun will show you to your room." He spoke, beckoning him with his finger. He sent the two along their way, eyes meeting with Chanyeol with mixed emotions.

"Where do we go from here?" He asked his leader, glancing at the two figures in the distance.

"There's almost so much we can do. All we can do right now is hope that the recovery process is fast, although it never is."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because Anthony didn't simply die. He was assassinated."

*

Xena couldn't sleep that night. Her mind was a void of empty space, yet a course of emotions pulsed through her veins.  

The countless times she had tried to fall asleep had left her in a cold sweat and she was pretty sure the sheets of her bed were drenched. Moonlight projected through her window, casting light upon her delicate features.

And as she rolled out of bed, she wavered in her steps, light-headed and tired. However, the adrenaline in her body pushed her to pull on some suitable clothes, heading towards the training room.

With the doors open, the room was dimly lit, some light bouncing off the weaponry hung on the walls. Her gaze was heavy, glancing at the weapons deposed at her choice. Her eyes, however, were drawn to the twin katana blades sitting in their sheath, pedestal presenting their glory.

As her fingertips grazed over the hilt of the sword, she felt a sudden wave of electricity, a new wave of energy temporarily filling the void in her heart and mind.

The training dummy before her became tattered and shreds, the slashes of her sword coming to her like second nature, inflicting wounds and cuts like the ones on her heart. Anger and rage set course through her body, the clattering of the swords on the cold tile floor sounded, mixed in with her breathing. She took one final look at her masterpiece, before ditching for the showers and her now cold bed, relief and sleep hitting her hard once she fell back between the sheets.

*

"Wow."

"Who would inflict such rage on this poor practice dummy? It looks like the work of a killer." Baekhyun stated, eyeing the piece of broken equipment.

"Its a practice dummy for a reason, Baek. Its supposed to end up like this." Jongdae stated, placing his hand on the male's shoulder.

"The real question is who would do this? It wasn't anyone of us." Xiumin questioned, pacing around the figure, eyes looking up to his leader when he came to stand before him.

"There's only one person I know of who can do this. And I damn certain her father just died." Chanyeol announced, looking between the group of people before him.

"Well, let's hope her skills out in the real world are just as disastrous," Junmyeon spoke, eyes the dummy once more before starting for his office.

"I want her to start training tomorrow."

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Jonghyun

There’s nothing worse than death, especially when its someone who's truly dear to you. 

There's nothing worse than death, especially when its someone whom you look up to.

There's nothing worse than death, especially when it's unexpected. 

Jonghyun was unexpected. And I guess that's where it hit some of us the most. Who would have thought our precious Jonghyun would decide to leave the world someday when he had everything cut out for him?

However, it is that mentality that drives people closer to the edge.

Idols have everyday problems just like we fans do. No, it may not be the same as struggling to keep grades up, or bills being paid, or worries about final exams, but its something. Something important to them. 

Jonghyun was struggling, and it hurts to know that he was denied the help he needed. Yet, at the same time, I’ve found peace with it.

I’ve found peace, that he got what he desired. Sure, it wasn’t what we as fans had in mind, nor wanted from him. But he is no longer here.

No longer submitted to the cruel realities of this planet.

He’s no longer struggling. 

And to all my fangirls/fanboys who are struggling, I understand. We are here for you. 

It’s difficult to grieve over something that may seem so small to others, yet large to you. 

It's difficult to grieve over someone when people have only seen him as another star or celebrity or idol.

“You didn’t know him, you knew of him.”

And sure, that may be the case. Sure, the majority of us haven’t or didn’t have the opportunity to see him, shake his hand, or hear his laugh in front of our faces.

But we were all graced with his presence. We were all impacted by him the same way. 

To everyone struggling with a mental illness, its okay. We understand. Its okay to cry, its okay to not do your best at times. Its okay to not be okay.

But when it comes to the sake of your life, think about this: Would Jonghyun want to see you right now? Would he want you there with him? Or would he want you down on earth living out your fullest potential to become a better person? A better you?

I personally think he’d want us all to be here. Living our potential. 

So lets face the challenge head on. And never forget our Jonghyun. 

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In his honor, click the link below to bring mental health awareness to Kpop Entertainment Industries. 

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Thank You.

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[ THREE ]

  Xena woke up from her nap on the couch slowly as her eyes opened and adjusted to the bright light invading her vision. Things had been calm and mellow the entire week that Xena and Chanyeol had been residing inside the old home. Thankfully, no one had come knocking on the door or sending any mail, resulting in her anxiety levels to creep down quite a bit ever since the day the two of them had exchanged names and fates. He seemed to wind down quite a bit as well, but that still didn't stop the mafia member from taking many precautions and being very careful with what they did.

One thing that was hard to understand was the fact that she wasn't allowed any contact with her father. Yes, the two barely had a relationship, he never showed any affection for her or even love, but she still wanted to check up on him. Chanyeol did, however, ease away her suspicions when he told her that the other gang would 100% be keeping tabs on the cell lines and they would know their location right away if she tried to give her father a call.

After drinking some water and successfully shaking the familiar feeling of grogginess off, Chanyeol informed Xena that they were moving to their final destination. And as she slid into the passenger seat once more, she couldn't help but notice the feeling of eerieness taking over her senses, even as Chanyeol proceeded to pull out of the parking lot and make his way down the highway. The faint sound of music and the truck engine became predominant in her ears, lulling her to sleep. It wasn't until she took notice of the speed increase in the vehicle and the facial expression of Chanyeol become hardened and serious as he began checking his mirrors.

"Shit." Chanyeol muttered, his hand opening and reaching into the glove department, pulling out a gun.

"What are you going to do with that?" Xena questioned, her eyebrow raised. A sigh left Chanyeol before he spoke once more.

"I need you to shoot because clearly, I can't drive and shoot at the same time."

"Um. No thanks. I'm not trying to catch a murder case."

"It wasn't a question. It's either you do it or we die." Chanyeol announced, neglecting his turn signal as he swerved in between lanes, reducing his speed in sight of a patrol car.

"We? Since when was there a we? As far as I'm concerned, we're still on first bases."

"Just do it. Please. I said please." He threw the gun into her lap, the heaviness evident on her legs.

Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the gun with shaky hands, the feeling terrifying yet almost familiar. Time seemed to still as she rolled down the window, head coming out the window as she took aim. The sound of the bullet leaving the gun and her body jerking in reaction brought her back to modern time as she watched the bullet puncture the tire. The car swerved, heading straight for the guard-rail before making contact and going over the edge. She slid back into her seat and rolled the window up, the breeze cutting off. Her heartbeat rapid as she sat the gun down in her lap, the guilt setting in and weighing heavy.

"I'm impressed." Chanyeol spoke, nodding his head as he checked his mirrors once again, his speed reducing tremendously.

She glared at him, her eyes rolling into the back of her head before she spoke.

"Thanks, I guess."

"So you're really related to Alexandra."

Silence admiting the car, thoughts buzzing in her mind as she looked at the man next to her. "You knew my mother?"

"Well, I didn't exactly know her. I knew of her. On the other hand, are you alright?"

"Oh yeah, definitely! I couldn't be any better."

"You know, the sarcasm is unnecessary." He chuckled, taking the exit off the road.

"Just like me shooting and practically killing that guy, but you know, its whatever."

"I can assure you he's alive."

"You don't know that!" Her voice became loud before she slumped down into her seat, arms folded over her chest.

The car went silent as she leaned her head against the window, her mind replaying the scene that had just played before her.

"Everything will be alright, Princess."

However, she was pulled out of it when she felt a large hand on her knee, her body going rigid as she looked at Chanyeol.

''I promise."

They pulled into an underground parking garage, their surroundings going immediately dark. He looped around and pulled into a space nearing some expensive-looking vehicles. Hopping out, he strides over to the passenger side, adjusting his black dress shirt unbuttoning the first two buttons. Xena stays in her seat waiting to see what his next move would be, her door swings open revealing the tall man she was currently accompanying.

"Come on, Princess. We have people that we need to see."

"Again with this we word. This we was never discussed."

"You know I don't have to be nice to you, right?"

"Touché. "

As she proceeded to step out the vehicle, she took in her surroundings. The garage was dark, the only source of light being the minimal pole lights marking each section. Yet, despite it being a parking garage, there was not a large number of cars. For the most part, the truck and a few other vehicles occupied the space.

Chanyeol was quick to drag her towards the elevator, pressing the X button before the elevator closed and moved downwards.

"Is this some sort of secret base?"

"Precisely Princess." He nodded to her, watching through the window as it transformed from the busy streets to the bright lights of a space. The elevator came to a soft, jerking stop and dinged, Chanyeol's hand clasped in hers. He pulled her out, a gasp leaving her lips as she took notice of the busy atmosphere.

"Welcome to EXO's home-base." He announced proudly, his hands now resting on his hips. She looked around, catching the eye of a familiar face.

"Xena!" Baekhyun shouted, jogging over to the pair. He embraced her in a hug, pulling her back at arm's distance to take a good look at her.

"Not too bad in attire. How was the ride?" Xena immediately looked from him to Chanyeol, shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders.

"I'd rather not talk about it." She mumbled, head tilted with hair dangling in front of her face.

"Let's just say she's definitely related to the boss." Chanyeol patted her on her shoulder. Moving his enlarged hand to the center her back, he guided her around.

They soon came to a set of large doors, the symbol of a dragon displayed across both of them. Placing his hand on the scanner, the doors were automatically pulled open, a whirl of fresh and cool air rushing past and against their face. From afar, she noticed the two men going at each other, one obviously dominating the other. They walked towards them, coming to a stop when one of them was flipped over the other's shoulder, pinning him to the floor as he repeatedly tapped at it. The man on the floor made eye contact with her, smirking and pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Whose the lovely darling we have here?" His eyebrow arched and Xena found the sudden urge to kick him in the throat.

"Kai, this is Xena. Xena, the guy on the floor is Kai and the guy above him is Xiumin, whom you met earlier."

"Oh, so she's-"

"Alexandra's daughter."

"Wow, you all must have known her well, considering I've heard about her a couple of times today."

"Does she live up to the expectations?" The man named Kai asked as he was pulled from the floor.

"Well, she did send a man off the freeway. So as far as I'm concerned now, yes."

"We'll have to see further based on her training."

"Um, hello. I'm right here."

"My apologies. You'll get further introductions later though. As of right now, I'm positive Junmyeon wants to meet with you." Xiumin looked to Chanyeol, nodding his head and gesturing for the door.  They waved goodbye as he lead her through a series of hallways and sliding doors, stopping when they came to yet another massive one. This time, however, three letters arranged, spelling E X O branded them. He rocked twice, before barging in, the man sitting at the desk looking at him with annoyance.

"Chanyeol, what have I told you about barging in on me? There's supposed to be a pause between those knocks."

"Sorry Myeon, but I brought someone special." The man rose from his chair, stepping from behind his desk, circling Xena.

"God, you look like your parents."

"Not this shit again. Enough about my parents, why the hell am I here?" She demanded, her eyes going wide with the build-up of anger. However, before the man could give a response, the phone rang. He immediately picked it up, answering professionally.

"Hello? Yes, this is he. No, I have not. What? That's fucking bullshit, you better not be lying to me. How did this happen, I thought- Okay. Thank you, I'll be sure to keep in touch. Yes, please authorize the transfer of the files. Thanks again. Goodbye."  He placed the phone on the receiver, looking from Chanyeol to Xena with a sad expression.

"I'm going to need the both of you to sit down." He announced formally, pulling at his suit jacket.

"What's wrong?" Chanyeol asked, fear evident in his voice. This set his anxiety in motion, his throat slowly closing in on him. His boss was rarely one to show emotions, unless dire circumstances.

This had to be one of those circumstances.

"From the phone call, I've just received horrifying news. For all of us, actually," He paused.

"Unfortunately, Anthony Takahashi has been reported dead."

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[ TWO ]

Everything felt numb. Physically and mentally.

Xena couldn't wrap her head around the fact that she had been "saved" from her daily normal life. It seemed as if everything was normal until a flock of men decided to bombard into the coffee shop she worked at and started whipping out guns, dreadfully looking for her as a hostage. Everything seemed unrealistic, even when her savior grabbed her hand and pulled her out the doors towards safety.

In the aftermath, he brought her to a hotel that was about 30 minutes away. Ironically, he happened to be a member of a so-called "mafia" that her father was supposedly in charge of, but of course, all this was new to her.

It didn't help the idea of being "hunted" either.

The two soon arrived in a hotel's parking lot; nonchalantly another member of the "mafia" was waiting for their arrival with an entirely different car. He introduced himself as Xiumin and stated that he also worked for her father. She was instructed that he would be taking the black car while she and Chanyeol would be taking his car, which was a simple pick-up truck. He further explained that if the rivals caught a glimpse at the black car's license plate, they would follow him instead of the two of them and just from a quick realization, Xena was most definitely convinced that this member wouldn't need any help taking the men down. He said that for a few days they would need to lay low in the countryside at a farmhouse they had bought a few years back and was sincerely kept for times like this.                                                              *                                  

Xena's head was hurting and her thoughts felt jumbled as she simply said nothing, the weight of the heavy situation was still pressing down on her, the feeling of shock still lingering. The two men engaged in a series of head nodding and gestures, Chanyeol tapping his finger on the window for her to get out. She silently slipped out of her original destination and climbed into the passenger seat of the neighboring truck and closed the door. Soon enough, the males bid farewell to each other and Chanyeol got into the driver's seat, inserting the key into the ignition and feeling the hum of the engine awake.

The rest of the day was a blur to Xena as Chanyeol nearly drove across the country in only one night. He didn't put on music or speak to her, so naturally, she found herself falling asleep against the window and hoping that maybe in the morning she could wake up from this nightmare. It wasn't that he seemed rude or distant, he just seemed to be deeply thinking and simply doing his job. He could talk to her and make her feel better later, but as of now, his main priority was to keep her safe.                                                            *

The next thing she remembered was waking up in a yellow room.

At first, she was puzzled just at the thought of her being at her dorm or maybe even a friend's house, but the fact that she was still wearing her work clothes from yesterday it completely caught her off guard. She tried to feel around for her phone underneath the pillow, when she felt it wasn't there all the memories of the day prior came rushing back to her memory. Unconsciously she held onto the blankets tighter as she looked around for any signs of danger in the current room she occupied. Feeling a lump in her throat form, she realized that she just wanted to go home. As childish as it seemed, she was afraid.

Xena waited for a long time until her stomach couldn't handle the emptiness and she finally worked up the courage to explore her unknown surroundings. Once she had collected herself and taken a few deep breaths, she climbed off the bed and slowly walked over to the door. Carefully she opened it and peeked her head out first to look at the hallway, finding a staircase in front of the door and then two doors on opposite ends of the hallway.

Xena figured her best bet was to go down the stairs and hopefully stumble across a kitchen, so she allowed her feet to take her down the foreign steps. She found herself at the bottom, then turned into what looked like a living room and her hands slapped themselves over her mouth to silence a gasp. It was too late though, the stranger playing with the random snow globe in their hand turned around to smile widely at her and wave.

"You're finally awake, I've been waiting for you!"

Xena was taken back, the man was wearing a black dress button down shirt with two buttons undone at the collar along with black dress pants. His hair was a light brown, and she noticed right away that a thin line of eyeliner was tracing his eyes. He gestured towards the kitchen and began to walk towards it, remarking upon how hungry she must've been due to the last time she ate was early, yesterday afternoon. Xena merely nodded and followed him, noticing right away that a red apple was in a fruit bowl and that caused her to pick it up and take a few bites. 

It was tart, and as she ate her breakfast the male introduced himself as Baekhyun. Xena prepared a bowl of cereal as he watched her and explained that Chanyeol was at a market, which was a half hour away, and he was there to give her a makeover while guarding her as well. He explained that it would be easier to blend in with an altered appearance, so today he would be helping her change her identity.

Xena felt like she didn't have a choice as he gently guided her over to the couch when she finished eating and began to remove his cases of beauty products.

"So is this what you do for a living? Change people identities?" She asked taking the seat he was gesturing her to.

"That's another topic for another time." He replied displaying a smile as he held up different color hair dyes.

"Now which color would you like?"

She frowned internally at his rejection but still absent-mindedly picking the hair dye that had a coffee brown color to it. His face lit up at her choice, placing the other products on the coffee table where the rest of his products lied.

"Ah, nice choice. I personally think this will fit you nicely."

He smiled towards her, somehow making the uneasiness she had dwelling inside of her disappear as they casually conversated while his hands delicately worked in her hair. Throughout their conversation, she learned that he was Chanyeol's best friend which surprised her because Baekhyun was so cheerful and talkative. He asked her about her life and what her interests were and that caused her to relax even more and become comfortable with him. For once she felt slightly okay, she could definitely feel a friendship forming.

He worked seriously but that didn't affect his chatter as his scissors snipped away at the ends of her hair and his hands applied the dye to her wet stands. Xena was told that she would be getting a short haircut and that the ends would reach her shoulders instead of trailing down her back. He also took her glasses and gave her contacts to use from now on, he explained that in a dangerous situation it would be more beneficial to have contacts. Glasses could easily be lost and that would leave her screwed.

As for her wardrobe, he gave her mostly sweaters and jeans to wear due to the approaching autumn season, and in the middle of handing her folded clothes, Chanyeol appeared at the kitchen table with bags of food. Xena almost didn't recognize him in his face-mask and dark cap, as well as his casual jacket and ripped jeans - he honestly looked like a regular person in defiance of his frown and the dark bags residing underneath his eyes.

Baekhyun smiled and called his name using an underlining tone, gently turning her face to look at his as the male demanded to know what he thought of Xena's makeover. Chanyeol's hands that were searching through the bags ceased to move as his eyes simply stared at her appearance, she could see a smile form on his face as his eyebrow quirked.

"You look beautiful, Princess." Her face heated up as Baekhyun's grin only grew as he remarked upon how cute the nickname was.

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In the afternoon after a serious discussion between the two mafia members, Baekhyun left and that's when Xena became upset. It wasn't necessarily because he was gone, she began to cry because she realized that had lost herself yesterday.

She didn't recognize herself in the mirror, she felt as though her identity was lost along with her home.

She didn't know where she was, let alone she barely knew the person who was staying with her and he didn't seem happy at all.

Xena couldn't remember the last time she ever feared for her life, she never knew the feeling of what it was like to be targeted by a gang.

She left everything behind, her friends, her school and her job without a second thought and it wasn't as though she could return to her normal life worry-free.

Tears blurred her vision as she simply stared out the window and sniffled letting her body sob until it couldn't anymore. She didn't have an appetite after lunch, so she just went upstairs and fell asleep.                                                                                   *

The next morning she thought she had woken up in a different house. Slowly and sadly she made her way down the stairs, preparing herself for another confusing and dull morning when her eyes suddenly widened at the state of the living and dining room.

Flowers were the only thing that she could see.

On the coffee table in the living room was a large vase that contained cherry blossoms. She approached it slowly as a smile made its way onto her face. Her eyes watered at the flowers, not just because they were beautiful, but because these flowers were her late mothers' favorite. Her fingers gently touched the delicate petals as she leaned down to smell just how fresh and beautiful their scent was.

The dining room table had a similar vase, however, all the flowers were white buttercups, yellow chrysanthemums, and blue hydrangeas, her favorites. This immediately cheered her up as she happily skipped into the kitchen to find something even more shocking. Chanyeol was in an apron and desperately using a spatula and a pan on the stove, trying to fry scrambled eggs as he cursed and clumsily added some bits of ham and cheese into the mix. She couldn't help but giggle and feel warm inside, which effectively caused him to turn around with a grin dominating his features.

"Good Morning!" He announced, a few deep rumbles of laughs could be heard from him as well.

"You don't cook very often do you?'' She asked giggling as she collected plates, forks, and cups, setting them on the counter.

"Not really. I usually have someone to do that for me." He finished cooking and began to decorate the plates with scrambled eggs, toast, and sausage.

"So like a maid?" She opened the fridge and removed a carton of Orange Juice. Xena was still learning the whereabouts of objects in the kitchen, so it took a few tries to locate some of the things she needed but she still managed to succeed.

"Well, now I wouldn't call him that." He responded, a few deep chuckles erupting from his chest.

Once he was finished, he placed all of the pans and cooking utensils he used in the sink and brought the two plates over to the table where she had already been sitting. He sat down and began to eat with her, but Xena paused halfway through and asked him about the flowers with a smile.

After taking a sip of his beverage, he then informed her that he had bought them at the market yesterday knowing that it would make her feel at home. He then cleared his throat and set his fork down, deciding to explain his silence and serious mood yesterday by revealing the events that occurred during the span of only one day.

"I apologize for leaving you with Baekhyun yesterday and being rather distant, It's just that a few members were harmed and one of them was in critical condition." Xena was honestly shocked to hear the dull news, almost forgetting how dangerous his line of work was.

"Xiumin's much better today, but I was taking a lot of phone calls and figuring out our next step...We definitely do need to stay on our toes, So let's start over today, alright? I promise that I'll be a lot more fun. I just want you to be safe." He said as his lips curled into a wide smile, Xena couldn't help but return it with one of her own.

"Sounds like a plan."

"Awesome, You can call me Chanyeol."

He reached forward to take her hand for what she assumed to be a handshake, but she was pleasantly surprised to see him kiss the back of her hand,

"It's a pleasure to protect you, Princess."

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[ ONE ]

It was a regular Wednesday.

The Coffee shop was at its normal pace, slow as a snail, non-existent dust forming on the tables from the lack of customers. From the dim lighting to the light smell of coffee and old wood, Xena couldn't help but embrace such quietness. Despite hating Wednesday's, this was one of the few occasions where she felt tranquility. For her hectic life, from attending classes at her local University to mixing all different kinds of flavors together plus espresso shots to people's drinks, this was a relief. She spent her mornings at class, leaving the rest of her evening to working her afternoon shifts.

Xena's friend, Beth, was supposed to work the shift with her. However, due to the fact that she hadn't been feeling well, she left Xena to work the shift by herself. She originally came into work and began to put on her apron, but it took one glimpse at her red nose and tired eyes for Xena to send her straight home to rest. The shop had been relatively calm for the second half of the day, having Xena question where the later-evening-customer spirit came in.

Occasionally couples would stop by or an old woman would wander in to buy a pastry, but that was about it. She suddenly missed Beth's presence, her best-friend always finding ways to entertain her; even when she was sat at the side counter working on her homework. However, her entertainment mostly came when he entered the shop after midday.

"He" was an absolute puzzle to her.

Every day, the young male would stroll in after midday and saunter to the window seat of the shop and just type away and scribble on some paper, never to order anything. He was tall and his facial features almost seemed angelic, his almond shaped eyes complimented his wide grin whenever he caught sight of her.

Something she noticed right off the bat was that he was always costumed in a black suit, she had never seen him in any casual clothing or anything that wasn't formal attire which led her to assume that he was in the business industry.  At first, she told herself not to get interested or even stare because a nice percentage of men who walked in here were waiting for their dates to arrive. But as he began trying to stir up small conversation with her, she couldn't help but let her liking grow.

Whenever he concluded his stay, the male would come over and mainly talk about her or coffee. He never really spoke too much about himself, which she found to be strange, however, she never picked at him about it. The only thing she knew about him was that he was a journalist and that he was currently writing an article about different varieties of coffee, so that was the reason behind him wandering in daily. He would also purchase one muffin, and every day it was a different kind. Then he would hand to her the money and then leave.

She desperately wanted to know more information about him, but the conversations they normally had were straightforward and brief as he bought the muffins. She knew that she could simply ask for his name, but a wave of shyness would swallow her whole making her speechless. Today when she saw him take his normal seat by the window, she knew that she would do it. She would finally ask for his name and step up to the plate, she believed in herself. But first, she had to refill the creamer.

Her feet carried her to the back where she retrieved the creamer and began pouring the contents filling up the container, a routine she could do with her eyes closed by now. Once it was full, she sealed up the creamer placing it back in its original place.

She was in the middle of her familiar pattern when she heard the faint ringing of the bell above the door. She knew that she would have never heard it unless she was nearby, which she was. The only problem was that the large coffee machine covered her position to the new customers so they couldn't see her or anyone behind the counter. She was about to put the creamer can down and greet them until she heard strange whispers.

That's when she saw all of them.

It was a group of about 3 men, strangely all wearing suits and looking quite serious. One of them had a half shaved head and midnight colored hair, shades covering his eyes. The second one had honey golden hair, shades dark compared to his complexion, looking like the most harmless one out of the trio. The last one had hair slightly darker than his tan, chiseled features enough to cut through stone.

Their eyes were scanning the shop and carefully, she abandoned her greeting job and instead hid behind the giant coffee machine that was protecting her from before. She wasn't sure as to why she was hiding from the customers, but something about them, how they looked and how they acted told her that they were dangerous. She didn't trust anything about them.

That's when she saw through a small gap of the machine the guns they removed from their pockets, her ears picked up the clicking noise the guns made as they were loaded.

Her heart almost stopped as they split up and began to search the entire shop, the harmless one picking up her books on the counter and throwing them to the ground without a care as he stomped on them.  

Okay, maybe not so harmless. She figured that after he was done looking through her things, he would come her way due to the fact that she was close to the counter. She definitely wanted to live, so slowly she soundlessly began to backtrack through the shop before she turned around and made a run for it. Sadly, she was well aware of the fact that the other two were lurking somewhere which meant she had to be very careful.

She turned a corner and screamed from the shock as a suit came into view and arms grabbing a hold of her. She instantly looked up and she couldn't gather the right words to describe how good it felt to see the journalist's eyes boring into hers in curiosity. She heard a shout from somewhere on the other side of the shop, "Did you get her yet?" Someone demanded, causing her to freeze up as she realized they were talking about her.

The male in front of her quickly, but also gently as possible, ripped off her apron and threw it into the back room behind you. Her mind was literally blank as he offered his hand to her with a very focused expression on his face, the other one resting in his pocket.

"Do you enjoy living?"

Her heart was beating against her chest rapidly and truthfully she had no idea what she was thinking, but she quickly laid her hand in his. She watched in astonishment as he swung her entire body behind him noticing his other hand whipping out a gun in the process. His eyes monitored the small area sharply with his weapon raised before moving backwards with her and then running forward, tugging her along. She tried her best to keep up with him, the fact that he was gripping her hand tightly and she was practically holding onto him for dear life helped her speed increase.

Her mind was fully focused on running until a loud bang broke her thoughts as she realized that they were being fired at. Her head instinctively ducked but that didn't stop the male from running and bringing you with him, in fact, his pace only increased as his fingers pulled the trigger to his own gun multiple times. Finally, after shooting a couple of more times, The "journalist" slammed his entire body into the back door which sent it flying outwards and making the two stumble out.

He waited for her to get out before his fingers abandoned hers and replacing it with his gun, hoarsely asking her to hold it before he snatched the steel lid of a trash can. Afterward, he rammed it into the metal door frame, effectively restricting anyone from exiting the building using the back way.

After taking a quick look over his work, the stranger then took his gun back and gripped onto her's once more, running in the direction of the parking lot. Xena was panting softly but she didn't care for her lungs in the moment, she cared more for her life.

The male finally led her to a black car with tinted windows where he hopped in the driver's seat and barely waited for her to get in, already moving at full speed in the opposite direction of the shop. Her heart was pounding as she strapped her seatbelt with shaky hands, she noticed that he was cutting people off and into alleys.

"Exactly, Who in the hell are you?" Her voice was high pitched, it was really obvious she was terrified but that didn't matter at the moment. Her driver was still navigating through a maze that was foreign to her, his actions were quick and subtle as he finally spared her a glance.

"The name's Park Chanyeol, I'm sorry we had to meet this way, Princess. You see, I work for your Father and he assigned me to protect you. Look, there's a lot of explaining to do but right now, Hold on-"

His fingers eagerly turned the steering wheel causing her to clutch onto her seat belt for security as the car sharply turned and then racing forward. Her eyes squeezed shut as she heard honks from several vehicles and profanity from the drivers.

His eyes kept darting from the road in front of him to the mirrors so that he could check if anyone was following. After about 10 minutes, he relaxed but continued to drive at a high speed, taking absolutely no chances.

"Your Pop's the head of this Assassination Organization called Seoul Kingsman Society or SKS for short. Doesn't ring a bell, right? Well, that's because you've been told that he works as a CEO of a Bank all your life. Sadly, that isn't true. And right now you think he's on a business trip in another country; I'm sorry to say, but that also isn't true. He's trying to stay far away from you so you're not a main target for the rivals." He paused so that he could abruptly cut someone off and finally turning into a hotel.

"I was told to watch you and make sure nothing happens to you. So, for a few days or until we can get the rivals to back off, you're stuck with me, Princess."

Well, at least she got his name.

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The skyline was a faint pink as the Sun drifted across the sky, soon replacing itself with the moon. As night fell the moonlight seemed to grow brighter along with the stars, the air oddly thickening. Senses heightening, she watched her current victim, hoping they’d make a move.

It was simple really. Take down the target and move on.

Yet why did she find herself slightly worried? Adjusting the earpiece in her ear, she sighed and stared from her spot from the rooftop.

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[PROLOGUE]

The skyline was a faint pink as the Sun drifted across the sky, soon replacing itself with the moon. As night fell the moonlight seemed to grow brighter along with the stars, the air oddly thickening. Senses heightening, she watched her current victim, hoping they'd make a move.

It was simple really. Take down the target and move on.

Yet why did she find herself slightly worried? Adjusting the earpiece in her ear, she sighed and stared from her spot from the rooftop.

Patience is a virtue.

The annoying voice rang through her earpiece, causing her to grunt, she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"I know.." she breathed out. She maintained a cool detachment on her target. Ever since she started her assassinations she mostly preferred not to think of her victims, but when she did it was always as if they were already dead - walking meat bags waiting to be sent to the butcher. She thought of it as them meeting their destiny and she was simply their guide.

“Everyone has to die sometime.”

That quote was always her motive, and she considered it a great way to go. No illness, no drawn-out goodbyes. They were happy and oblivious one second, gone the next.

Simple. Convenient. Painless.

The movement of her target caught the corner of her eye, forcing her hand as she gripped the gun better.

Not yet. She groaned.

This mission alone seemed impossible, the amount of time it took was taking a major toll on her. Yet, on countless amounts of times, she had done the impossible. This scenario was no different.

As her target paced through the small space of their living quarters, she sighed deeply.

It was never that she was impatient. It was the simple fact that in a few possible seconds, the man in the occupied space would cease to exist. And all of it was on her hands. Sure, there was the thrill, the feeling of ridding a person of their problems; yet there was also the feeling of dread and guilt. She had someone's life on her hands, someone who had people who loved them and cared about their well being. On the contrary, as all of this ran through her head she thought: "Who can do it better?"

Target's moving. A voice echoed in her ears as she looked into the building, the figure gone.

On the ground. She peered over the edge of the building, watching as they moved with the small crowd of the city. Gathering up her equipment, she slid off the rooftop, her feet once again making their way along the streets. Her movements were swift, her steps were quiet as she followed closely behind her target. Gaining good distance between her and the target, she pulled out her gun. Her target stopped and so did she, swiftly ducking behind the nearest bush. He seemed to be searching in his pocket for something, but his back was still turned towards her. This was her chance, her chance to get this mission over with. Slowly she aimed her gun at her target, finger on the trigger ready to be pulled. Watching closely, she steadied her breathing and aimed the gun at his head.

Breathe in, Breathe out.

Those words chanted in her head as her movements slowed and her body relaxed. The gun was right where she wanted it; she took a deep breath in while applying a great amount of pressure on the trigger.

"You pull that trigger, I pull mine."

A males voice called out from behind her. Her heart jumped when she felt cool metal touch her head.

"Put the gun down."

She obliged. Slowly she put the gun down, raising her hands beside her head. She stood up turning around to face the man, the gun still pointing at her head.

"Who do you work for?" He asked.

She refused to answer. She wasn't letting any information seep out her mouth. Her silence seemed to irritate him; adding a bit of bass to his voice he asked her louder.

"What organization do you work under?"

She smiled. Her smile threw the man off, she could tell he was a newbie. The way he held his gun, his appearance, his actions, he practically looked like a teen boy, those were signs of a newbie. This was going to be way too easy for her.

"Isn't it past your bedtime?" She teased, the boy's face scrunched up in confusion.

"I suggest you shut up, you're asking for a death wish lady." He threatened. She laughed softly, her shoulders shaking in hysteria.

"By who? You? That's really funny,"

"Look, lady, I'm gonna give you one last chance for you to tell me or else I'm blowing your brains out."

"Look, sweetie, I would love to stay and chat, but I have a job to do." She continued to laugh.

"I'm gonna give you to the count of three." He warned.

She still didn't speak.

"One"

Her mouth remained shut as little giggles slipped from her lips, her hand slowly reaching for the Kubotan around her neck.

"Two." He loaded his gun, a clicking sound following the action.

"Three." She finished the count down for him before she swiftly and hurried yanked on it, the blade appearing as she kicked his hand, knocking the gun out of his loose grip, and onto the sidewalk beside them. The boy looked in astonishment at the gun on the ground. Pushing him into the nearest wall, she pinned him there placing the blade to his throat and she smirked.

"Now this could go two ways. I can run this blade across your neck and wrists and leave you here to die, or you can tell me who you're working under and I might just do the lesser of those two evils."

"Why should I tell you anything? I'm going to die anyway."

"That's not certain, but if that's how you want this to be.." She pressed the blade harder onto his throat, the smell of copper filling her nose.

"Then so be it." She growled, pressing the blade even harder against his skin, she watched as red bubbles appeared on his neck as the blade was slowly digging into his neck.

Slowly, he sunk to the ground, her body slowly going down with his, lowering his body to the ground. She looked at the man, shaking her head as she watched him take his last breath, her eyes now scanning the road ahead of her for her lost target.

What in hell just happened?

"Got into an altercation, which way did he go?"

Down two blocks and made a right.

"On it."

However, before she could move, a piercing pain shot throughout her body. Slowly she looked down to see blades that were thrust into her body, her voice coming in small pants as she fell onto the ground, rolling onto her back to catch a look at her attacker.

Agent 927! Come in! Are you alright?!

She tried to scream out, yet she couldn't, her voice muffled by the shock and blood making its way down her neck. Her attacker hovered over her, looking down at her with a smirk as she gurgled on her own blood.

"You missed one."