Barely Lethal

two.

I never reached my doorstep.

As I was a few steps away, I suddenly felt an arm wrap around my waist and pull me back. The scream that was about to escape from lips was muffled by a hand clasping over mouth. I realized that he was holding a cloth which was pressing against my open mouth.

I smelled a strong scent coming from the piece of cloth. It was like those movies, where they use chloroform to kidnap their victims. And now it was happening to me.

I was going to die for sure!

I didn't have the energy to fight it anymore as the scent of chloroform filled my nostrils. My eyes began to close, and I could feel the darkness taking over me.

"I was wondering why you were chosen. The kick to the balls definitely answered my question." I heard Zach's voice in the distance as my eyelids got heavier. The last thing I saw was the lights of my house turning on before I completely blacked out.

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My eyes began to flutter open as I woke from the deepest sleep I've ever in my life. I assumed I was in my own bedroom but when I looked around my surroundings, I was in an unfamiliar room.

I shot up on the bed, scanning my eyes around the room. The room was very dull with grey walls and a tiny metal side table and chair in the corner of the room.

The events of last night came rushing back to me and I almost forgot how to breathe. Oh my god, I've been kidnapped. I'm surprised that they haven't killed me yet.

My panicking rant in my head was cut short as the metal door of the room opened, making a loud clanging noise. The sudden noise made me jump and push myself against the wall, staying away from the man who just entered. I looked at him, my eyes glistening with fear.

It was Zach.

"Morning, princess." He greeted me with a smile. I was still pressed against the wall and I'm starting to feel like I can go inside the wall at this point.

He walked over to the bed and he raised his hands which held a plate with two sandwiches on it. I stared at the plate in disbelief, the back at him. He was still smiling which made me wander that he looked way too friendly to be a kidnapper.

"I promise that I haven't poisoned it. You have a long day ahead of you so you better eat up." he told me, pushing the plate towards me.

I wearingly took the plate from him, never taking my eyes off him.

"Do I not get a thank you?" he asked, smirking slightly. I had to stop myself from kicking him in the balls again because I really didn't want to anger my kidnapper.

"Thanks." I said quietly.

"If you don't eat that sandwich, my feelings will be very hurt. I made it myself."

He grinned and walked over to the metal chair, pulling it out and plonking himself on it with a relived sigh.

"Where the hell am I?" I finally snapped, pushing the plate away from me.

"You're at the Werwolf, sweetheart. It's an agency." He told me simply and I looked at him confused, ignoring the fact he called me sweetheart.

I gestured with my hands at him to carry on explaining as I still had no idea what he was talking about. He didn't speak, just looked at me.

"What? Like prostitution?" I spoke again, my stomach tied in knots in disgust thinking about the idea of being sold for sex.

"Are you a procurer?" I gasped, putting all the pieces together.

He burst out laughing, leaning back against the chair and putting a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter. "No, I'm not a procurer. I told you last night that you've been recruited and you have by a firm called Werwolf."

"I know this isn't important, but the firm is called Werwolf?" I scoff, mocking his voice on the word 'Werwolf' He furrows his eyebrows at my words, humor clearly evident on his face.

"I mean, couldn't you guys thought of something more creative?" I asked. A smile played on his lips as his face turns extremely amused by words.

He nods, still trying to contain his laughter.

"I'll let them know you don't like the name." he snickered. "What do you suggest we call it? 'Gun fun?' 'Killing machines?' he suggests, rolling his eyes.

"Kill?" I croaked, my eyes widening at his words. Did he just use the words killing and gun in the same sentence?

"The agency is a firm filled with assassins." his eyes bore into mine, waiting for my reaction.

"You're a killer?" I breathe, realization of the situation I'm in. His eyes grow cold at my words.

"I only kill people who see it coming. The people who break the law and put other's lives in danger." he tells me. "And you're going to become one of us." His face forms into a smirk at my stunned expression.

I couldn't find words to say to him as everything started to sink in. I must have been frozen for quite awhile because Zach broke the silence.

"Let's go meet the boss."

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"Where are we going?" I asked, looking around the hallway. The place looked like a mental asylum. The walls were white and there were doors which has signs on each of them.

Zach made me follow him because the boss needs to know of my arrival. To say I was nervous would be the understatement of the century.

We finally reached a white door, and the sign had a black writing which I read as, Sloan. I guess that's the name of the boss. We both stopped right in front of the door and I crashed into Zach's back when he stopped suddenly as I was too busy reading the sign.

I blushed when he turned around and looked down at me a sly smirk on his face.

"We are here." he says in a creepy voice trying to freak me out. I glare at up at him and he chuckles.

"Relax Quinn, I told you that we're not here to hurt you." He reassured me, turning the handle on the door.

He bowed slightly, and gestured me to walk in first, acting like a true gentlemen. I guess chivalry is not dead after all. Then I noticed the sarcasm on his face as he did it and I take my words back.

I walked in and was quite surprised with the room. It was so different from the room I woke up in ann I'm sure of the hallway had feelings, it would cry.

The walls were a dark burgundy and it looked really cozy. There was wooden desk filled with paperwork and few picture frames, along with a fireplace and many certificates and medals on the walls. I was so busy eyeing the room that I didn't notice a man walk in until he spoke, almost making me cower in fear.

"I'm glad you're admiring the interior design, do you approve?" A middle aged man smiles at me. I don't reply, backing up a little in fear as goosebumps start to rise up my arm.

I walked back to stand closer to Zach, feeling safer and much more protected from the 40 year old man who can't stop smiling.

The man was wearing a black suit which made him look well presented and powerful. He had one hand in his pockets and the other showing a very expensive silver Rolex. His hair was dark brown and if you looked closely you can see that it has started become grey. I could see the few wrinkles on his face as he smiled.

Judging by the watch he was wearing, he must have shit load of money, What if he earns money by killing people? Maybe that's why he's so rich?

"Quinn, meet Sloan, the boss of Werwolf." Zach introduced him like we were having a business meeting.