Secret Little Assassin

Second Kidnapping 2

Phoenix groaned as she woke up in a room of darkness. The place was partially lit up with red light as she slowly got up and looked around.

"Where... am I?"

She drove forward but froze when she saw the organs floating in the jars hung on the shelves nearby. She shakily backed up, eyes wide and fearful. She hit another shelf behind her, and she swiveled around in horror to see the bloody engines and tires sitting on the shelves.

"GASKETS!" she began to hyperventilate as she looked around to find more bloody truck parts on the ground. "OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH!"

She backed up more and hit another nearby shelf. She turned around, and her eyes widened and twitched the moment she saw the lifeless truck heads sitting on the shelf. Her panic rose to her throat, and she choked at it as she shakily backed up before releasing a scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Her scream reached all the way up to the house, where Crusher watched over Gherkin and Sparkle play tea party in the living room while Lily, who had offered to stay earlier, was making dinner, and Pickle was looking through his laptop.

"Oh boy, like mother, like daughter," the green truck sighed and closed his laptop.

"Pickle, what would you do if you woke up in a place full of blood?" Crusher raised an eyebrow.

"I'd wonder if A) I killed someone, or B) who will I kill to get out?" Pickle smoothly answered, ignoring the snort coming from the kitchen that most likely belonged to her older sister.

"...well, not everyone can stay as calm as you if kidnapped," Crusher shrugged with a sigh. "Or as calm as your sisters, your cousins and/or your grandpa,"

"Alright, alright," Pickle giggled and turned to drive off. "I'll be back. You watch over the kiddos,"

"Will do,"

The green truck went through the secret door and down the ramp leading to the basement. The screaming increased in volume as he went closer, and soon, he found himself face to face with Phoenix.

"Ms. Phoenix...?"

"GAH!" Phoenix jumped and turned to him. "Oh, Pickle, honey, it's just you," She sighed in relief. "For a second, I thought that you were the murderer,"

"Murderer? Ms. Phoenix that's insulting," Pickle pouted. "Murderers kill randomly. Assassins such as myself kill with specific targets from specific clients that give us money,"

"Oh, I suppose that sounds more... w-wait," Phoenix's eyes widened realization. "did you just... you're AN ASSASSIN?!"

"Yes, but—"

Before Pickle could go on, there was a thud, and the green truck found the woman the ground, unconscious. He sighed and face-palmed.

"Great, she fainted..."

"Hey, Pickle!" Lily came out from behind him. "Did the screaming stop—" She soon glanced down at the unconscious truck in front of them. "Oh... what happened?"

"She fainted when I thoroughly explained to her that murderers and assassins were different," Pickle sighed.

"Oh, Pickle..." Lily face-palmed. "Did you tell her that you were an assassin THROUGH your explanation or before it?"

"Through, but if I told her before it, she could've fainted before I even finished my explanation!" Pickle reasoned out.

"Fair enough..." Lily let out a sigh. "Come on, let's bring her up to one of your guest rooms,"