TOXIC FANFIC

05: How?

••Agent Bryan••

The house was pitch black even though the sun was making it's way up into the sky. I had to force Captain to keep his old ass outside and keep watch in case the bitch wanted to be slick. Three men patrolled the downstairs portion of the house while I took Agent Patrick with me to scope out the upstairs portion. "We know you're here!" This nigga yelled as we creeped up the staircase. I roughly pushed past him and carefully entered the first room that came into view. I smacked my lips because it was only a closet. Turning to face Patrick I put a finger to my lip, signalling for him to shut the fuck up.

I pointed down the hall with my gun and he nodded before starting in that direction. I was walking behind him until I heard something fall in the opposite direction. I quickly turned on my heels and power walked until I got to the first door down the hall. I could hear movements inside the room so with no hesitation I burst through the door. "The fuck you going?" She dropped the two bags she was holding. "Close the door, baby. There's a draft in the house." She smirked slyly at me before taking a seat on the bed. I shook my head at her but couldn't wrap my head around this. How was a woman so beautiful doing all of these heartless killings?

"Why are you staring so hard? You see something–"

"What's your infatuation with the number fifteen?" I actually closed the door and leaned up against it. The barrel of my gun was pointing right at her head. I wish the bitch would. She licked over her fat lips before leaning back and giving me a wonderful view of her legs. I now realized that she was dressed in this golden night gown, but she didn't look like she just woke up. Being that it was six in the morning she looked fucking flawless. "I have no infatuation–"

"Don't fuck with me. Answer the question so that I can cuff you and bring ya ass down to the station." Another sly smile appeared on her lips. She was really fucking bad, like damn just imagine her mugshot. "You know you're too handsome to be some bitch ass cop. How bout you just let me go and you'll be my accessory?" I had to chuckle after she said that. "And you're too sexy to be some psycho bitch killer, but looks are very deceiving. Now answer me." I waved my pistol up and down.

"I was fifteen when–" There was a knock on the door. "You should get that."

"Bryan, what's the hold up? All rooms on this floor are clear!" Taylor shouted from the opposite side of the door. He was turning the doorknob but the lock wouldn't allow it to open. "I'll meet you outside... This room is clear too, I'm just looking through some evidence." I shouted back, never taking my eyes off her. He mumbled an alright, before I heard his footsteps moving away from the door.

"You're a good liar. That's something we have in common." My eyes followed her smooth legs, and I chuckled when she lifted her gown and spread her legs so that I would be looking right at her cat. "This is how I'm going to kill you." She pointed to her pussy before sitting up on the bed, and then standing to her feet. My fingers wrapped tighter around the gun as I watched her every move. She stood right in front of me, and then moaned once the barrel of my gun was placed right against her forehead. "I'm not even going to kill you." Before I could blink there was something being stabbed into my neck and my legs gave out on me, followed by my vision being blurred.

The last thing I saw was her gold night gown dropping to the floor.

••Toxic••

I laughed as I watched tonight's new report. "And according to head detective Agent Bryan, of the city's Police force, the wanted woman injected him with an unidentified substance. While paralyzed from the waist down and unconscious, the woman fled from the scene; leaving behind many valuable pieces of evidence–"

I shrugged before hitting the power buttom. I didn't give a fuck if I left behind my hair brush, a couple of combs, or dirty clothing. I hoped they found my vibrators and were running tests on them. To say that Agent Bryan was the biggest man that I've ever rode would be an understatement. He was bigger than my perverted step-father, but that story wasn't here nor there. I was racking my brain for explanations as to why I didn't kill him. I mean I could have easily taken the gun from his possession and use it on him, but I didn't.

I could not find residence in any motel or hotel, due to my face being plastered inside every fucking inn in Philly. My next best option was to scope out a CEO look-alike, follow him home and infiltrate his domicile. "Please... help–"

"Shut the fuck up!" I barked at him. Just hearing him speak pissed me off so I stuffed a sock into his mouth before securing it with duct tape. His groans were actually turning me on. I chuckled as I slowly undressed in front of him. This would be the second time in one day that I had my way with a defenseless man. Now they would know how it felt.