Guns and Knives Don't Bring Hope

Chapter 1

All of it started five months ago.

I was weak and came back from a mission injured after being caught in an explosion.

I wasn't supposed to leave my room, I was grounded.

I left though, to save my country.

I'm CIA's best, correction WAS.

Now I'm on my own and I don't live up to anyone's expectations.

I'm rich, smart, and dammit, I'M DANGEROUS BITCH!!!!

Present:

Walking down the street wearing shorts, a tank top, and heels wasn't a good idea. I'm now cold and hungry.

On my way to the mall to go shopping I hadn't thought of buying a coat, after all it was warm. Now though, its dark and cold. Fuck weather.

Luckily I can see my apartment..... Jk its all the way on the other side of London. Yay. "Hey pretty lady, care to join us," a grungy voice said beside me. I turned quickly to see some weird red head rubbing me up.

OH HELL NO MOFO

In seconds he was on the ground with a large gash freshly cut around his face.... Haha never said its hard to hide a knife and shorts and a tank top and I don't appreciate hobos feeling me up.

Chuckles off to the side also told me I wasn't alone. Sooo, the obvious thing to do was turn around to take in my new opponent, and let me tell you, I was not expecting to see Louis Tomlinson there.

He runs the streets and everything in it. Even I know not to cross him because I just want a peaceful life. Okay, ignore that, that sounds hilarious coming from my mouth.

But in general, you don't mess with the BloodWolves.

Don't get noticed, don't get noticed, don't get noticed. I had chanted inside my head just seconds ago. "No way am I being seen in these clothes," I had told myself. So much or that.

I honestly didn't know what to do. I am capable of killing you in seconds.....and I kinda just killed someone in seconds, that isn't my problem. Louis Freakin Tomlinson just watched me kill someone and I'm not supposed to be seen! Shit!

I look like a goody two shoes right now. Not. Okay.

No, I don't usually dress like this, but I had to go to meet a lawyer today. Don't. Ask. Why. Not why I mentioned it, I was only explaining myself.

"What the hell was that?" Louis questioned, bringing me out of my panicked thoughts.

"Hobo's....creep me out?" Okay, so that was a question. Whatever.......I'm being completely honest. Oh well, time to talk my way out.

"Sure," he seemed to have very little patience. Maybe I can go while he's distracted.

Now I need him distracted.... Well, I'm doomed.

"Why don't you come with me and we can discuss your 'hobo problem."

"I can't, I need to go home and change out of these clothes before I see anyone I know," I said carefully. After all, one dead person is enough for one day.

"You change, i'll come get you later tonight. Don't bother going anywhere, i'll find you."

And then he was gone.

A joy this night has been.

Well, so much for doing anything fun tonight. I don't doubt that he'll have my address in a few seconds, so there's no point in running.

Sure, I've got many other places in other names to go to.... but it's easier to go willingly while I can. I can make up some lies here and there because he won't get much information on me. No one can. CIA deleted it all.

And sometimes, that's the problem.