The Story of Jenny Christmas ---- An Expendables Fanfiction

Hi Everyone! This is my first fan fiction, well really my first time displaying what I write. I hope you guys enjoy this one :) This is based on my absolute favorite movie "The Expendables" You have to have seen the first one to get some of the references and characters but other than that you will be fine! There is some pretty foul language so I hope you don't mind. The characters all look like the actors who played them in the movies, but I haven't found an actress that I think Jenny would look like but when I do I will let you know! Have fun reading, and let me know what you think :) <3

The Story of Jenny Christmas

My name is Jenny Christmas, I'm 25 years old, and I have bright blue eyes and long blonde hair. Unlike most 25-year-old girls I don't spend my time with friends, at the mall, or anything like that. I am a mercenary for hire. And when I am not traveling the world for my "job" I usually spend time with my brother Lee. We are very close but I have never told him about my work. Lee is gone for months at a time because of his job as a traveling sales man so I am usually free to do my job as I please. I am the second best in the business. Most of the people who are mercenaries or soldiers for hire work in groups but I like to work alone. The only group of people that are better than me are the Expendables. They are a group of about 6 guys, no one knows who they are because if you see them you are a dead man. They only go after the worst of the worst, like me. I keep my identity a secret as well; I wear a skintight black leather and Kevlar suit to protect myself and to allow me to be as stealthy as possible. I also wear a black mask that covers the area around my eyes. I guess I look like a superhero form one of those old comic books. Almost like the Black Canary.

========= On A Little Island Called Vilena==========

I could hear the shots outside; they had gotten a lot louder like someone had gotten out a really big gun. I knew it wasn't the so-called soldiers that Garza had guarding this place so I must not be the only one that Church has hired. I kept searching for the girl, Sandra; I think that's her name. Church wanted me to get her out because he thought she was important or something, I didn't ask many questions. I ran down the hallway looking into rooms and out windows hoping to catch a glimpse of her.

When I was about to give up I heard a shot and a scream outside. I ran as fast as I could, my blonde hair blowing in every direction. I finally got to the garden to see the man who was holding her hostage dead, riddled with bullets and a huge knife through his back. Some one was holding on to her, I couldn't see his face but I knew that if I wanted my money I would have to get her out of there. So I pulled out my gun and pointed it at them. "Step away from the girl and no one will get hurt," I yelled. I had a voice modulator so my voice would not be recognizable.

He instantly spun her behind him. "What do you want?" he asked in a surprisingly deep voice. He was older than me, a lot older than me, but he was still quite attractive. Something about his droopy eyes and mouth and his demeanor made him attractive. "This is my job, and I need to bring her to the people who are paying me. I promise she won't be hurt but you will be if you don't give her to me." I responded.

All of a sudden a smirk came across his face and I heard the sounds of reloading from about 6 guns. Crap. His team had encircled me and I hadn't even noticed. I must be getting rusty. "Drop the gun," said a man who sounded really familiar but my adrenaline was pumping and I didn't have time to reminisce, I had to find a way out.

I slowly put down my gun but I didn't turn to see the man who gave met those instructions. My eyes were locked on the girl. If she disappeared so did my money, and I like my money. Some of the men now came into my view as the walked slowly closer to me. I wasn't scared I had trained in almost every style of martial arts and combat. I was almost unbeatable.