Black for Blue

Chapter 1 - Got a job for you.

TIFFANY POV

It was my job, killing people was what I did and I was good at it. People paid me for it and I did it no questions asked. I did jobs for the mob, people in large amount of power and sometimes, very rarely, people that weren't able to stop horrid situations that they were in. I was aware of the effect of killing people and I did feel remorse for the people that I killed sometimes, but not enough to regret decisions. I needed to survive somehow and I was good at this.

Perhaps that was why being summoned by a government official hadn't felt strange to me, I had been allowed into their office before them and had sat down upon an seat, crossing my legs over the arm since it was like a sofa of sorts. I hugged my leather jacket close to me as I did so, my jeans that were dark too hung easily. I wasn't young enough to be mistaken for a teenager but I wasn't old enough to be mistaken for someone who didn't know what they were doing.

I was twenty six years old and apparently this was my calling. I'd gently shut my eyes before I heard the sound of a door opening, my reaction had been quick, alert like I always was,  and that meant I was on my feet in an instant. A man had sauntered in, he bore the expression of a man who took pleasure in giving an order to take life, which I didn't like (I know right? An assassin who didn't find pleasure about mindlessly killing someone, who would've known?)

My grey eyes fixed upon that of his icy blue eyes, his brown hair was short and tidy and wasn't unattractive but I didn't see him in that light; he didn't make my heart flutter, he didn't make me lose my breath, he didn't make me feel anything. People usually did but not him; not Jeremiah. "I'm glad you're here", he greeted, sending me a smile as if to disarm me. But I didn't give off one of my own, I just folded my arms across my chest again and gave him a look that suggested he should hurry along.

I wasn't patient with him and he knew it, sometimes I think he enjoyed it. "Well I might as well tell you now, I need you to kill someone", he stated. Obviously. Why else would I be here? "Who? Did they steal from you?", I asked, that was generally why he asked me to kill someone, I'd moved to lazily lean against a cabinet. "They are planning to", he replied although that alone had made me frown. How could he know that they would? He wasn't a psychic.

"Their names are Captain Jack Harkness and Oliver Harkness", the man added nonchalantly. My heart dropped, no no no, not them. I remember meeting them; Jack had disarmed me with his flirting while Oliver had told him to stop before rolling his eyes. Both had kind smiles and old eyes, sometimes they could be blunt but they weren't bad. They were my friends, I couldn't betray them, could I?

I must admit my reaction was impulsive, irrational at best, I had quickly pulled a knife out of my back pocket and had quickly moved towards Jeremiah, pressing the metal of it against his throat without hesitation, I was pushing it so roughly that I could see blood starting to trickle down his throat. He didn't seem afraid though, startled yes but not afraid. "I won't do that to them", I spat angrily, I may be a killer but I was loyal too, Jeremiah held no loyalty to me and I didn't to him.

My only loyalty was to the money he paid me with. "Might I remind you what will happen if you disobey or do you want your sister's other hand sent to you to make you behave?", Jeremiah responded. That bloody asshole, I knew he was behind it. Did I mention that I had a sister? No? Well she had worked for Jeremiah and she had loved him, I hadn't realised that he'd ordered the removal of her left hand, but now I did.

I couldn't risk her. I didn't want to risk Jack or Oliver but I had to; they probably wouldn't forgive me. I'd quickly pulled back from the other, hatred seeping through my veins. "Fine", I said, I was going to despise myself for this, but any choice I made was one that wasn't right. I was well and truly screwed.