Wisterian Widow

CHAPTER 2

A FEW HOURS LATER

The sun had eventually gone down and Marlowe was getting ready to leave. Earlier on she had got enough money to get a bus ticket that would take her to a few states over. Now changed into her suit, one she'd stolen from Red Room and believed was fair after everything they'd taken from her, covering up its main features with a dark hoodie. One gun was strapped to her thigh in a holster, she had one dagger stuffed in her left boot, and her stingers were set to non-lethal, the main reason for that was the purpose of turning over a new leaf. As she opened the door, the sound of glass shattering and grunts echoed down the corridors till they reached her ears. Now, there were steps that lead to the car park in the other direction, which would help her evade the situation, however a nagging feeling in her gut forced her against her better judgement and before she knew it, she was running down the corridor, clad in all black carrying a duffel over her shoulder; not suspicious at all.

When she got there, two kids were fighting the magenta haired lady. The lights on the walls did nothing to show any features of the attackers, not letting her know who she was dealing with entirely, but silhouettes could be seen at least. A knife was held by a teenage girl, whilst the boy had a baseball bat that was being dragged along the wall in some creepy manner. They both seemed a few years younger than Marlowe herself, but until she knew how good their skills were, she wasn't going to go easy on them.

Magenta hair lady gained the upped hand, throwing the teen girl over her back as the boy advanced. Unfortunately, the girl was quicker, standing up and throwing the Magenta lady to the ground and heaving her down the stairs by the throat. Some sort of whip clung around her neck as she clawed it the best she could but had little effect. The darkness seemed to be enough that Marlowe had gone unnoticed for this long, but that all changed when the boy swung the bat in the air.

As if in slow motion, Marlowe pulled out her gun from the holster, aiming perfectly at the boys hand, and pulled the trigger. He yelled out in pain and dropped the bat, causing the distraction needed for Magenta hair to knock the girl on her back before pulling her up by the scruff of her shirt and throwing her head threw a window, and from previous experience, Marlowe knew it hurt.

"Thanks?" The lady she had helped stated, sounding more of a question as the words came out. Magenta hair panted as she watched Marlowe intently, as if she was the bad guy- which depending on who the lady Marlowe had helped, could mean different things.

"You're welcome." She answered, the slight accent she'd gained from her training seeping into her voice. The pair stood awkwardly, neither knew what to do as they had no clue who the other was.

None of that mattered because with in the next few seconds the two teens on the floor stood back up, tilting their heads creepily as the boy swung at Marlowe's new possible allie. Not wasting another moment, Marlowe threw herself at the girl as Magenta hair was trying to stop the swings being sent at her head.

The girl she was up against had some sort of training, not to the extent Marlowe had though, which made this like a walk in the park. Using her gun, Marlowe hit the girl in the head with the butt, watching the girl stumble for a few seconds, but before Marlowe could prepare herself she came charging back. It was like they had some sort of healing factor, but the injures they'd endured could be seen through the yellow flickers of the light.

Girl threw a punch aimed at Marlowe's gut, and like the trained former assassin she is, she grabbed the tight fist, twisted her arm, and slammed her into one of the walls, causing a picture frame to fall the the ground. Beside her, she could hear the slight sound of the boy as he fell- well more like as he was pushed- down the stairs.

Without missing a beat, Marlowe gave the upper hand to her opponent, and just as expected, the girl pushed forward, however her given 'luck' ran out when Marlowe pulled her down with her, digging her feet into the girls abdomen and pushing Girly over hew own head, listening with satisfaction as she fell down the stairs, each step she hit she made a sound that brought a smile to the assassin's face.