*slow updates* My Chemical Suicide: Hayden Quinn

Prologue

2:58 AM. Eastern Time Zone. Brooklyn, New York, New York.

"That was so good baby," the man said as the magenta-haired beauty came back into the bedroom with a two glasses of wine. "So...good." He wasn't drunk or anything, she just gave him the blowjob of his life, that's all.

The girl giggled before giving him the glass in her left hand. "I know hun, I know." She sat down next to him as he took a sip of the blood red liquid.

He exhaled before throwing his free hand over the girl's shoulder. "Round two babe?" He asked before coughing. Then he coughed again.

She tsked before taking his glass of wine from him and setting it on the nightstand along with hers. "Oh honey, didn't anyone ever tell you not to fuck with pretty strangers?"

He was still coughing, looking up at her. "W-what?"

"I mean, honestly, you're in the CIA. You should've figured out who I was by now," she giggled, "but this is the more fun way, so I'm glad you chose it."

He coughed yet again, except this time, blood came up. "What did you do to me?!?" He shouted, grabbing onto her neck.

She simply giggled again, pulling out a loaded pistol and pressing to his forehead. "C'mon now 'baby', don't be that way. If you cooperate, I'll let you live," the crazy girl sang the last sentence.

"I'll do anything!" He said, letting go and raising his arms over his head. "Just save me."

She kept the gun against his forehead but shoved her hand in her back pocket, pulling out a pill. "This is temporary, it'll wear off in half an hour and you'll go straight back to the state you're in now if you kill me or if I don't give you the permanent anecdote, understood?" He nodded viciously and she shoved the tablet in his mouth. "Chew."

He chewed before swallowing, and right away, he stopped coughing. "What do you want from me?"

"Where are your cuffs?" The girl questioned, grabbing his hands and holding them together over his head in one of her hands.

His eyes flickered over to the briefcase next to the bed. "The briefcase. Combination is five-eight-two."

"You're being such a good boy." She smiled and grabbed it from the floor, putting in the combination and popping it open. "Ooh, fancy. These are the ones that get tighter the more you move, right?" He nodded, and her gaze darkened. "Then I suggest you sit fucking still," she said in a cold tone. He obeyed, only yelling out once as she handcuffed him to the headboard of the bed, making him lay down.

"Good boy," she cooed, giggling straight afterwards. She hopped off the bed and went straight to her black boots and leather jacket, pulling out her tools and setting them on the wooden chest at the end of the bed. He watched her with wide eyes, making the girl giggle. "Aw hun, don't be scared. I'm not gonna hurt you much, because you're gonna be my good boy, right?" He nodded profusely. "Good. Tell me what I want to know."

"Wh-what do you want to know, miss?" He stuttered, a bead of sweat falling down his forehead.

She pocketed the smallest knife and crawled onto the bed, straddling his chest. "I want to know about Better Living Industries. Tell me everything you know about it." She'd know if he were lying, she's always had the sixth sense, and have never been wrong.

He seemed genuinely confused. "I don't know anything about it, b-but I've heard of it."

"Where?" She pressed, moving her long nails to his bare stomach, scratching slowly, but deeply.

He let out a whine. "Pl-Please, stop, I'll-I'll tell you." She blinked and smiled before freezing her hand. "Th-this guy from my work, he was talking about this girl. It was a Japanese name, and it started with a K. He was talking about h-how her company, Better Living Industries, was going to be working with Android Robots, Inc. Then I walked away, because I thought it wasn't important. That's all I heard, I-I swear it." He told the truth, she could tell. Must've been a new agent, considering the fact he knew practically nothing.

She removed her hand from his chest and smiled. "You're such a good boy. Very good boy. This won't have to get very messy." Her body slid off the bed and ran over to his closet, grabbing two ties out and grabbing his legs as well.

"Wh-what are you doing?" He asked, pulling his legs out of her grasp.

She quickly pulled out her knife. "Put your legs down. Now." He complied, slowly but surely, and she grabbed his ankles before he could retract then again and tied them to the bottom two bedposts. "I'm just giving you my mark, darling. So they know who it's from."

His mouth fell open in shock and, finally, realization. "You're-You're-"

The girl laughed as she pulled out her good carving knife. "Hayden Quinn? Ahhh...ya got me."