The Macabre Mask

Uncharted

      You stalked your way across the vast living room. It was simple, neat and clean, just the way you like it. The walls were a smooth cream with delicate designs bordering the high rise ceiling while the floor was made of expensive marble, though you doubted that it barely caused a dent in Christian's fat wallet. The apartment was rather sparsely furnished- a see through dinning table accompanied with matching grey chairs, a very modern sofa curved to face a flat screen television fixed onto the wall, a bookshelf brimming with books and a few cabinets here and there. Each of you had a room to yourself, Nis's being the biggest, followed by yours and finally, Christian's. Your room had all the basic necessities needed for you to sleep comfortably, but your wardrobe was a totally different story. 

Nis loves bringing you out on a shopping spree with one of Christian's credit cards in her grubby fingers, and with it, she showers you with some of the most outrageous clothes imaginable. You swore, hiding somewhere in your closet is a white bunny jumpsuit just waiting to be forced upon you on Easter. But you also notice that the tanned female has a thing for suits and jackets - aviator jackets to be exact. She also loves scarves, giant sunglasses and combat boots. Very hippy you must say, but the smile brought upon her full lips whenever you wear the clothes she bought could make anyone melt- and you were no exception. 

It was 2 in the afternoon and as expected, curled up on the sofa with her trusty blanket hanging precariously on the edge was Nis. Somehow, she managed to get her hands on one of your pillows and was making an atlas out of it with her drool. You sighed and pulled the blanket to cover her soon-to-be-shivering-body. You saw her lower lip twitch but that was the most of a reaction that you would ever be getting out of a sleeping Nis, once she is out cold, you doubted even a bomb detonating would make her turn over.

Since you barely had anything to do today, you settled down beside her and fished out the remote from beneath her bottom with ease. After living with Nis for so long, you knew Nis had a bad habit of sleeping on the remote but for some reason, it usually ends up beneath her vast arse. 

Before you could flick the television to life, you felt your skin prickle. 

"Sorry, were you two having a moment?" With fluid like ease, Christian stepped out from the television, his eyes glimmering with a kind of excitement only a person with illegal business on his hands would know. You narrowed your eyes. This was the man who could rip a person's heart out straight from the living flesh and phase through speeding bullets, making him next to invincible. 

"No, not really. Would you mind stepping to the side though? I feel like some television right now," You point the remote at him and jerked it to the side motioning for him to move away. You weren't really up for his shenanigans at the moment especially when he had that dangerous light in those amber eyes of his. 

The dark haired male clicked his tongue and stalked over to you, standing right in front of you and obviously invading your personal little bubble and forcing you to look up since his groin was only inches away from kissing you on the lips.

How triggering...

"I'm sure your television can wait, Muse. I have something more important." Christian held out a thin stack of papers held together by a red paper clip and plopped it onto your lap. "Everything you need to know is here - target, location, blueprint of building, etc. It's a grab and go kind of job, i'm sure you and Nis can handle it." His gaze drifted to Nis's sleeping face for a moment, his eyes softening. 

Wait, why would Nis have to come along? Mercenary work was what kept their wallets full, but Nis of all people to do this kind of dirty work? You frowned.

"Why bring her along?"

"She loves a fancy party, plus, she needs to socialize a bit more." He smiled before 'casually' walking right through you and towards his bedroom. You felt a sharp shiver run down the length of your spine and pulled a face. You had all the information you needed for this job and for some reason, a tiny part of you knew that this had quite a sizable profit if done right. 

You looked at Nis who continued to snooze softly and tucked a lock of darker-than-black hair behind her ear. She wasn't an awfully attractive woman nor was she a master seducer, but there was a cuteness behind that clumsy charm of hers. Like a fat, confident hamster trying to give off a sexy vibe. You looked back at the papers and...