She fought for everything she had.
At only aged 20, a contracted assassin with the fbi, a force to be reckoned within the academy and a certified genius, she was ready for nearly everything life could throw at her.
That is, until she meets Dr Sean G...
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Violet stepped out of the taxi and bristled slightly at the sudden sting of cold air against her face. Her breath formed a cloud of fog in front of her and she stalked towards the busy club. Her small heels made a small clicking sound with each step.
As she entered the club she was reminded of why she hated them, they reminded her of her early childhood many memories of which were unpleasant.
But, she had a job to do today. Her eyes flickered around the large room memorising the faces and vantage points before deciding to sit by the bar.
She noticed the lingering eyes but decided not to do anything as if everything according to plan, she would be leaving within the hour.
Tonight should be fun, she thought with a small grin as she slid onto the closest bar stool to the wall. The bartender leaned closer to her and she thought he could be trying to be intimidating but the poor fucker just looked like a rat.
Close enough to smell his cigarette scented breath, he asked "what would you like pretty lady?" and god if she didn't break her no violence streak then and there.
Instead, she asked for four shots of vodka. And sat silently as she downed each one. She could feel the man's eyes burning into the side of her skull and wasn't uncomfortable per say but was more tempted to do more than just tonight's job.
Men like him were difficult, she'd come across her fair share throughout her work with the academy. Slippery bastards, desperate for undeserved power.
After sitting and people watching for ten or so minutes, she headed towards the bathrooms where her targets would allegedly be.
Sliding into a stall inside of the women's bathrooms, she unsheathed a long, thin curved dagger which was strapped underneath her suit jacket. She used the tip of her blade to pry apart the metal holder on the side of the stall and pressed the tips of her heels on it to peer over the side of the stall.
On the other side there was a lady on her phone, she must've been around 5'3. Jasmine had short blonde hair with muddy brown irises. She sad nervously fidgeting whilst looking at her phone, probably wondering where her boyfriend had gotten off to. One last glance at the reflective screen showed that this was her first target.
Violet stepped down from her perch and silently walked until she was just behind the door of the stall her target was in. She almost unnoticeably straightened her stance and loosened the grip of her dagger in one hand.
As soon as her target stepped out of the restroom stall, she slid behind her as they made eye contact through the mirror. The shorter lady's eyes grew wild and panicked like a deer's as she tried to scramble away.
She was too slow however as she felt the cloth fill her mouth as a gag and the blade slashed against her neck. The last thing she saw was the almost victorious grin of Violet before she collapsed, bleeding out.
Violet didn't flinch at the sound of her target thumping to the floor, dead. She would remember her face forever and every event that has occurred in order, she didn't need to feel remorse right now.
Scowling at the sight of blood on her favourite knife, she wiped it with the once cream-coloured cloth she kept in her pocket.
One down, two to go..
She stalked towards the guys bathroom for one of her final targets of the night. She stumbled slightly giggling madly and whispering to herself, playing the act of a drunk girl.
As she made her way into the men's bathroom, she wasn't surprised to see her main target of the evening sandwiching a girl between himself and the wall. How he managed to get in that position was astounding for Violet to think about. He wasn't a handsome man in any consideration he largely reminded her of an overgrown pot plant with his crooked teeth and crow-like eyes.
She cleared her throat and they reluctantly pulled apart, when his eyes found her by the entrance they widened. And he stepped away from the other girl. He seemed to tell the girl to leave with the slight push he made towards the exit which made her roll her eyes obviously annoyed at his change of mood.
Still, she left and as the door closed, he swung round to face Violet with a small smirk on his face and slurred out in a disgustingly suggestive voice "Hey hot stuff, you come here for me? ". Forcing herself to smile, she returned the comment by slowly strutting towards him, he wasn't necessarily tall and with her 5'8 self and her heels, he reached and inch above her. She smiled at him although it turned into more of a predatory grin.
They made eye contact as she thrust a blade into his stomach, watching his face go to one of lust to one of shock and pain in mere milliseconds. He glanced down in an alarmed fashion towards the gaping wound and again to the woman who created it. She watched him slide down the wall and raised a brow as he asked for help. What the fuck?, she thought.
The messes she had made so far have been too much and she'd probably have to call in a favour or two with Phil to get him to get some cleanup crew out here.
Two down, one to go..
I'm not sure about this, its only short but it's the introduction to how she meets Sean. I also might write something from his point of view, similarily to how this shows of violet's thoughts.
