OC Stories

Imperfections Must be Fixed

Character(s): Natasha

Timeline: This was for a contest to get her written into a friend's book as an assassin. This story does not take place in the canon story line, rather in the Liar Liar universe.

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This was too easy.

Natasha perfected the art of seduction years ago, a quick glance, a shy smile, tilt the head down and laugh quietly, nod at the right places, a slight touch of the arm here and there.

She could have someone wrapped around her finger in less than five minutes.

This man only took one. She almost felt sad for him, but Natasha didn't feel sad for people who were insuperior. If he was easy to trick, it was his own fault. A flaw. An imperfection.

Something she would not have.

Pulling her fair hair over one shoulder, Natasha tilts her head and giggles shyly, the man leaning forward as the noise in the Tavern steadily grew louder.

The mission was simple, as long as Victor didn't mess up like he usually does.

He's flawed.

A quick, 'trick the mark, get the information, get out.' The mark was an Euran merchant who had information on an underground trade system that was interfering with the bosses work.

The boss didn't like that. Interfering with work meant losing money. And losing money meant the lower rungs on the ladder would pay without realizing it.

The mark was quite handsome, Natasha had to admit. Nicely cut deep brown hair, dark eyes, and a neatly trimmed beard. He would probably be entertaining another woman if she wasn't there to take his attention.

The noise of the Tavern grew in volume again, a small celebration taking place in the wooden room, the benches moved around haphazardly to make room for all the drunken dancing that will most likely follow. The lighting was poor and dim, shadows appearing like people, dancing through the night. Natasha was already on her fifth glass, her body having a high tolerance for alcohol. The man was most likely on his seventh, his third one spiked with a little extra something.

Victor had skills in poisons, and said he was testing out a new potion that would make anyone tell the truth. Much easier than Adonis using his feathers to put the mark under a spell. The boss agreed to let Victor test his new potion, although Natasha was quick to argue. In the end, she lost. The boss is always right.

By now the mark was slurring over his words, his phrases jumbled together and his honesty definitely showing through. Natasha was learning things she didn't want to know about her mark, his secrets spilling out quicker than he was downing his drink.

Finally, Natasha grew tired of the playing with the mark and decided to get to the mission.

"Want to take this party upstairs?" She asks, eyes gazing downwards before looking back up under her eyelashes. The man's dark eyes light up like a little boy on Christmas, his mind filling in the blanks of what would most likely occur upstairs.

Taking his hand, Natasha leads him up the stairs to the rooms, specifically the one that had Victor waiting to ask questions. On the walk up the rickety steps, the merchant tripped more than once, the potion causing his senses to get muddled and his thoughts to be jumbled. The hallway was carpeted, much different from the wooden flooring below and grey walls flickered with the candles lining the hallway. No one appeared to be there except for the two, until a little ginger boy turns the corner, sprinting at high speeds.

That's... different.

Rarely was a child anywhere near a Tavern, yet here was what appeared to be a freckled Euran boy. He skids to a stop right before hitting Natasha, landing hard on his back from the change in speed.