I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS. THEY ARE FROM THE UPCOMING ANIME BATTLE ROYALE FATE TRIGGER.
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Huxley watched the liquid inside her glass twirl. Her thumb and index finger of her black-gloved hand spun the glass slightly as she waited at the bar. Her mind stayed sharp as the masquerade party was in full swing behind her. She smiled as she glanced up at the large mirror behind the bar. Her black dress showed off her best features and would entice anyone in her direction.
She smiled at her reflection. A Black and maroon mask covered the upper portion of her face. The silver hair was styled neatly, with her hair pinned up at the back and adorned with a few pearls that gleamed perfectly with the metal hair clip. Huxley took a sip of her drink as she directed her attention to a group of three men in suits leading another man up the flight of stairs across the wide dance floor between them and herself. "A little late, but when do they ever arrive on time," she says with a smile.
"What was that, ma'am?" asked the bartender as he glanced at her while helping another partygoer with their drink order.
Huxley smiled and lifted her drink to cherry lips, finishing the drink in one fluid motion. She placed down the empty glass as the ice clinked against the glass. "Just thinking out loud." She places a few bills on the counter and smiles before following the men.
She walked quietly, as if she never touched the ground, with her boots under her long black dress. The elegant sounds of an orchestra filled the air as she weaved her way through the crowds of dancers. As if to match the music, her movements were quick and precise. The crowd acted as a flowing river to her movements, swiftly flowing through before she reached the stairs to the second level.
"Now let us see what my little friend is up to, too," she says in a sultry tone as she walks up the stairs to the individual rooms for clients.
She counted and kept her mind on the target's room for each room she passed.
Room 214.
Room 215.
Room 220 will be the third door to the right.
Huxley strolled silently as the halls were empty and the party was in full swing. She reached the turn within the halls and placed her back against the wall. With the instruments in full swing down the hall, she smiled as, in her view, two large men standing on each side of the door. "Others are inside the room. Getting in will not be too difficult," she says as she unclips the hem of her dress at her waist, letting the long fabric hit the floor, revealing the short dress, thigh-high tights, and knife on her right leg. "Got nineteen seconds before the cymbals part... as long as they are on time."
A flick of her foot sent the fabric behind her as she stepped into the hallway, walking slowly and purposefully in each step. Her eyes focused on the wall past the security guards as she moved closer before one stepped forward, blocking her way. She glanced up as the man eyed her physique before telling her, "The party is that way."
Huxley smiled as she counted the seconds. "Three... two...one..."
The man looked confused before; within the blink of an eye, she pulled the small knife from her upper thigh and jammed it into the man's throat. In another flawless motion, she pulled out his silenced pistol from his inner jacket and then let him fall to the floor. The cymbals chimed loudly as the two metal saucers slammed together. She took her shot as both men fell to the ground in a match with the loud music.
"Knowing everything about the target and location helps quiet as a mouse."
She checked the pistol's magazine before sliding the clip back into place. Huxley Held the gun in her right hand as she reached down, pulling the knife from her first target. Spinning it with her fingers, she threw it into the wooden door. With a slight thud, the people inside stopped their conversations. Four targets were identified within the room. She smiled as she noted their position before turning the doorknob and letting the door slowly open.
Huxley smiled as a small purple orb appeared in her right hand. As the door continued to open slowly, she heard the clicks of weapons—two of them, one left and one to the right of the target. The orb fell to her side in a quiet explosion, and the area was covered in a deep purple mist. As the men within the room gasped and yelled, she walked in, seeing everyone within her realm.
Two quick shots for the man to her right.
Three shots for the guard to her left as another crashing of the cymbals echoed from the dance floor.
One shot for the other man who was negotiating with her target.
The music continued behind her before she flicked her right hand as her realm of mist dissipated. Huxley strolled towards him as his eyes widened at her surgeon-like precision in dispatching his guards and the buyer. She held the gun barrel to his forehead as the heat of the shots made the man wince in pain. Clicking her tongue four times before saying, "Looks like we need to talk, Doctor."
The End
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FantasyJust some portions of the stories I am working on at the moment. Anime and Fantasy based short snippets of an idea I have had for stories. Some are at the beginning of the story. Some are near the end of the idea I created. Some are at random points...
