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Camila trudged into her room at the dead of night still in her dirt covered Killing Clothes, she had dubbed it. Splattered across her mask, which she had still not removed, was blood. She flicked on the lights in a tired stupor forgetting about the three other girls in the room. Ally and Normani stirred in their sleep, while Dinah took a whole army to wake up, and turned to the younger girl still half asleep. After seeing her state, they were wide awake.
“Oh my god, Camila, what happened?” Ally asked getting out of her bed. She removed the bloodied mask and revealed Camila’s tired face. Camila set herself on the coffee table in the middle of the room and slumped her shoulders while Normani checked her body for any possible injuries.
“My first mission happened.” Camila responded to the earlier question sullenly. Normani dabbed the cloth around Camila’s eyes and cleared it of the dry blood that the mask hadn’t protected from, “Yeah we figured, but what in the hell happened that made you come back looking like this.” She continued while she ventured to clean Camila’s neck of the now blackish red substance.
“I killed him. I did it. I wasn’t supposed to, but I did.” She said without looking at any of the girls.
“You’re an assassin, that’s what you do Mila.” Ally tried to comfort her.
“But I wasn’t supposed to,” Camila mumbled under her breath barely loud enough for the other girls to hear, “I wasn’t supposed to do anything. Nothing was supposed to happen.”
“Just tag along to see what goes down,” she continued louder, progressively getting louder, “I wasn’t supposed to kill anyone. Nothing was supposed to fucking happen.”
“I wasn’t ready,” Camila started to yell at the ground, “I’m still not ready!”
“Nothing! Nothing was supposed to happen!” Camila continued to scream as she curled up into a ball on the table and began rocking. Tears threatened to fall out of her eyes, but this wasn’t a crying matter. Her head shook and her body trembled.
-
She and Drew had been walking for about fifteen minutes in the shadows. It went from deserted slums to slightly populated slums, but it was still the more ghetto parts of Miami. They traveled in the shadows, undetected and unknown.
“He’s a regular at Stockings Strip Club, he’s there practically every night.” Drew says checking out the building accented in pink neon lights across the street from where they were posted.
“If it’s over there shouldn’t we be on that side of the street?” Camila asked.
“No, we did the research and he crosses the street and walks on this side of the street”
A man in his maybe late 30’s stepped out of the club with a fedora perched on his head.
“Rapist, pedophile, and murderer. The bastard went around raping kids, then his wife found out. He got kicked out and then went back to kill his wife and two little girls, but not before raping them all,” Drew snarled out, “Fucker got away with it, I don’t know how, but he fucking did. It’s time for his punishment.”
Camila had a newfound hate for the man now crossing the street about a block away. He turned right and headed in the direction of the alley Camila and Drew were hiding out in. Drew balled up a piece of fabric in the preparation of gagging the man so that no one would hear him scream.
The man whistled a jaunty tune as he walked down the street and it agitated Camila to no end. As he passed, Drew quickly grabbed at his head and shoved the cloth into his mouth and dragged him further into the alley so that no one would see them. Drew stepped on the man’s arms, temporarily disabling him. He writhed against the dusty ground and even in the dark night, she could see his face twisted up in pain. But no thoughts of mercy and sadness crossed her mind, just complete and utter anger directed towards the man that stole innocence and lives.
“I’m going to make this hurt. I’m going to make you hurt so you can feel just a fraction of the pain all those children and your family had to feel.” Drew harshly whispered into the man’s ear.
Drew presented a small knife with a jagged edge and slid it down the man’s chest, through his clothes and into his skin. He continued down until he reached the buckle of the man’s belt, dangerously close to his package.
“We’re saving that for later.” Drew threatened.
Camila watched from the sidelines thinking Drew had it all under control. She was wrong. The man produced a pocket knife that he had been working towards getting open. He thrusted it into Drew’s side multiple times and then used the rest of his might to sink it into Drew’s right shoulder. Drew tumbled over and attempted to grab at the man, but he seemed to be faking how hurt he was and sprinted behind the buildings out of their sight.
“Get him Mils!” Drew yelled from the ground putting pressure on his multiple stab wounds on his side.
Camila ran in the man’s footsteps and had him in her line of sight. She picked up her pace and was slowly catching up to the man. He didn’t notice her coming up and stopped for a second thinking whether to continue straight or to turn right. As he began to turn, Camila reached behind the man and slammed him into the wall in front of him. He turned around slightly phased and attempted to flee again. The assassin in training, not wanting to kill the man, turned him around and punched him in the face. He fell to the ground and knew that he wasn’t going to be able to run out of this unless he took care of her. He pulled at Camila’s foot and she fell back onto her back. Staggering to his feet he again, attempted to leave the scene, but Camila was too quick. She tackled him to the ground and repeatedly slammed her fist into his face. Blood spilled on to his face and out of his mouth. The man was about 3 inches taller than her and packed a bit of lean muscle. He pushed Camila over so that he was on top and produced the pocket knife once again hoping to end things. It came down quickly, but Camila caught at his arms before it could impale her. He spit on to her face hoping to faze her, but all it did was make Camila even angrier. He was a rapist. He was a pedophile. He was a fucking murderer. He deserves no pity.He doesn’t deserve a life. With a new surge of energy and anger, Camila pried the knife out of his hands and threw it to the side. She kneed him in the groin and he crumpled like a paper to the side. Camila stood up in front of him and towered above the man. She unsheathed one of the machetes that hung by her sides and held it firmly in her hand.
“Drew was right, this is gonna hurt.” She spat at the man.
Camila ripped off a part of his suit and shoved it into his mouth to prevent him from screaming just like Drew did to him. She brought it directly down, through his hands and pierced his dick and balls. She also stabbed at the joints of his shoulder making sure he wouldn’t fight back anymore. To prevent him from running, again, she chopped at his legs. She didn’t cut through the bone, but she was damn close to. His face contorted in agony as he tried to scream. She had overheard this at school, some kids talking about some movie, but she ripped open the rest of his suit to reveal his bloodied chest thanks to Drew. She carved slowly, to ensure maximum pain, rapist pig into the man’s upper chest. Bellow it, pedophile, and under that, murderer. He was bleeding out, Camila could tell. His eyes were hooded and although he still winced and reacted as he should, everything was dulled and slower. Adrenaline and anger coursed through her veins and she quickly slashed the machete across his throat giving him the release he didn’t deserve. She stood there heaving for a couple of moments and then slumped against the brick wall. The energy dissipated and she was left with nothing but a dead man and guilt. She sat, head tilted up to the sky looking at nothing in particular. A few minutes later Drew came staggering over with his left hand pressing against his right side.
“I’m sorry Drew,” she started, “I should have seen his hand. I should have stopped him before he hurt you. I’m sorry.”
Drew sat down beside her and said, “It’s okay. You did a nice job with the guy though.” He
observed. Camila was silent because she had no idea what to say. Thanks? I tried? She had killed a man. Simon said she wouldn’t have to kill someone at the earliest in 6 months. It had only been 3 weeks.
“I called some people. They’re on the way to get us and the body. Usually we’d leave, but I’m a bit fucked up to walk.” Drew informed her.5 minutes later a black van arrived at the alley and backed up into it. Some men in black clothing, just like Camila and Drew, packed up the body and threw him into the back. She vaguely heard a “nice job with this one” from one of the men. They sprayed some sort of liquid around the area he was laying and swept it up. She watched it dry and look like nothing had ever been there. They helped Drew into the van and Camila slid in next to him as they drove back to the agency. Fucking great first mission.
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“I’m just gonna go to sleep now.” Camila said tiredly as she began to strip from her all black clothing and put on her pajamas. She climbed into her top bunk and laid flat on her back.
Ally, before getting into the bunk bellow her, asked, “You sure you’re okay Mila?”
“Fine.” Camila muttered before turning on her side facing the wall. She was done with this night.
A/N: The movie was The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Fucking great movie. She tattooed it onto
the guy though. My url is bowties-n-beanies now by the way (:
A/N: I almost put in my MLA heading on this oh my god.
Double Images Ch 9 (?)
“Babe,” Keaton yelled out of the truck window before shutting it off and jumping out, “I missed you.”
He flashed one of his lazy surfer smiles at the cheerleader who didn’t seem to be swooning as usual.
“I missed you too… I guess.” Lauren murmured the last part so he wouldn’t hear.
“You haven’t been returning my texts or like saying hi to me at school. Babe, what’s up?”
He put his hand on her shoulder like it was supposed to comfort her, it didn’t.
“Nothing Keaton, I just wanted some space.” She said with a hint of annoyance.
Why couldn’t he notice she wanted him gone already? She shrugged off his hand and wrapped her arms around her body.
“Hey, if you wanted some space, that’s fine, but there’s a difference between space and completely ignoring me for that dyke!” Keaton growled aggressively at the last part
“Don’t fucking call her that!” Lauren snapped at the boy, nostrils flared and finger pointed straight at his tanned face.
“When did you start defending that little faggot?! I’m your boyfriend, Lauren! I should be top fucking priority, not that thing.”
He slapped Lauren’s accusing index finger away and stepped into her space.
“I started defending her when I realized how much of a dick you and the whole fucking school treat her! And just because you’re my boyfriend doesn’t mean you come before everything. You better get that into your salt water soaked head!”
Lauren pushed into his space even more hoping to intimidate him and get him to leave in a rage instead of continuing this horrible conversation. It only made things worse. Keaton growled into her face and grabbed the sides of her arms, lifting her up and pushing her into the front of her home. Lauren winced at his grip and leaned her face away from his.
God it’s like last week all over again.
“Listen here Lauren, I’m your boyfriend, okay? I don’t know what that dyke put into your head the last week, but get it out because you listen to me and me only. What I say goes.”
Keaton pulls her forward and pushes her back once again so that a whimper escapes her lips.
“You’re so fucking lucky I haven’t been pushed over the edge yet, you fucking tease, because once I do, bye-bye virgin Jauregui. So you either let me do it the nice way, or the hard way. But we haven’t gotten to that point alright babe?” He threatens.
Lauren’s arms hurt and she’s on the verge of tears. Keaton’s always been a relatively nice guy, but this is a side that just recently came out to play.
“Let’s not get there.” Keaton reiterates one last time before dropping Lauren and storming back to Wesley’s truck. He slams the door, revs the engine, and speeds off.
Lauren retreats back into her home rubbing the sides of her arms and noticed bruises forming on her arms. She sighed and laid on her bed, face down, wishing that she never got involved with Keaton in the first place.
After Camila dropped her bags in her room and gave a fleeting hello to Ally, she made her way back to the training floor where LA stood with Drew near the entrance.
“Hey Mils, LA here says it’s time to take you to the obstacle course,” Drew smiles at her, “so you know how at the Agency, we don’t like to mess around with guns and such unless completely necessary? Well it’s because our founder’s first son died by torture, and then his second died by some knife play, and it wasn’t when like guns weren’t allowed, so he kinda had an affliction to dying by close combat, basically without guns. And we stick by it to this very day even though a good shot via sniper would make our jobs a lot easier.”
“Continuing on what Drew said,” LA cut him off, “You need to learn how to sneak around, become agile and flexible, be able to maneuver your way out of death. That’s why all of our assassins train at the “obstacle course” we like to call it.”
“It’s basically a couple of old abandoned buildings a few miles out from the slums where you practice flipping around and jumping and some other stuff, so it’s not like you ducking LA’s jabs but like hopping around from building top to building top. Have you ever played Assassin’s Creed?” Drew cut LA off in retaliation.
Camila shook her head at the question directed at her.
“You do it at night so that you don’t get used to jumping around in the daylight, because night is most likely when you’re going to be doing it when it matters most. So that’s why you’re going now and Drew is here to take you.” LA finished.
“It’s been a slow week for me so now I have an excuse to hang with my favorite newbie,” Drew smirked at her, “Plus I can show you all of my bitchin’ skills”
She giggled as he flexed his muscles that showed through his black t-shirt, “Aren’t I the only newbie?”
“Yeah, but if there were another one you’d still be my favorite Mils because no one will be able to eat pizza like you.”
“Alright alright,” LA rushed them to the elevator and pressed the up button, “You can catch up on the way there. You’re burning daylight.”
“Isn’t that what you want? Me to practice in the dark?” Camila teased.
LA furrowed his brow and slightly tilted his head to the side with a stern look on his face. Drew and Camila laughed and he broke out in smiles as the elevator door closed.
They ascended in silence until they got to the garage.
“So I heard you got a Triumph for a ride. Nice, you’re the first to get one in the Agency. Usually we get like a Lexus or a BMW, but if you get a motorcycle they usually give out like Yamahas. You’re lucky. You know how to work it?” he inquired as he ignited the car.
“Of course I know how, how do you think I’ve been getting everywhere? But why’d they get me a different one?” She asked while buckling in.
“Well they could have thought you were special so deserved a special bike, or they’re switching over to triumphs. I don’t really know. It’s probably the first.” He winked at her and continued driving.
He’s hitting on you. Make it clear you have a lady boner for Jauregui.
First of all, he doesn’t know who she is. And second of all I do not have a “Lady Boner” for Lauren.
Uh, yeah you do, because I have one, and we are the same person.
Uh, no I don’t, and you’re not a person, just the stupid voice in my head that I tend to argue with.
Well whatever, you’re still as straight as a box of Fruit Loops.
Then he can jack off to the mental images of you and some chick.
Disgusting.
“You okay Mila??” Drew asked waving his free hand in front of her disgruntled face.
“I’m gay,” She blurted out and quickly her hand over her mouth as it came out (har har har), “Oh my god, I didn’t mean to say that, I mean I am gay, but I didn’t mean to tell you, I mean I’m kind of out, but I didn’t want to tell you, not as in ever tell you, but as in not right now in your car and I’m sorry I was fighting with my subconscious and it was telling me to tell you that I was gay because, well I am, and you were flirting with me an-“
“Whoa Camila calm down, I wasn’t flirting with you first of all, and secondly, I wasn’t sure if you were asking for approval or anything, but I’m down with you being gay. I mean I’ve always wanted a lesbro.” Drew stated waving his hand around motioning her to stop rambling.
“Would I still be a bro even if I weren’t gay?” She asked curiously.
“Hell yeah you’d always be a bro, whether you be a lesbro or just a normal bro. And first order of bro-ship, I need to introduce you to the series of Assassin’s Creed once we get back.” He said with a smile.
A/N: hahahaha I suck at updating. By the way, Trials and Tribulations had me screaming on my bathroom floor in agony, like god damn it Beth.
A/N: It’s not the 25th of September, I am ready to be sacrificed. Also shout out to the anon that got me the blogs email so that I could update this. You rock, I love you all. (But especially you)
Double Images Ch 8
“Faster! More Precision! It’s all in the wrists!” LA slightly yelled into Camila’s ear as she whipped shurikens at the body target about 30 yards away. She had been imbedding the stars at the general heart, chest, and neck area, but the head deluded her. Was it mentioned that the target was moving? Well it was. Camila’s set of 25 was almost finished and that damn headshot was not achieved yet. With one last flick of her wrist, her final star was gone and made its home in the upper region of the target’s head, finally.
“Good, Camila, good,” LA approved, nodding his shiny bald head, “You were actually beyond proficient actually, beyond advanced, but I wanted to push you for the headshot. All of those throws would have killed or greatly injured a man.”
“I try.” Camila said packing up her stuff getting ready to leave for Lauren’s home again on week 2 out of 4, the girl’s home becoming like a second home for her even though she only spent about 2 hours there everyday for the past 5 days. She had been telling Lauren she had home duties to fulfill so she couldn’t meet up then. And by family duties she means being trained in multiple weaponries and styles of fighting while being tested on her mental health and educated on the things that the agency believes to really matter in her field of work.
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“No way, you did not say that to her!” Camila gasped as Mr. Jauregui retold stories of Lauren as they waited for said girl
“I do not lie if that’s what you’re insinuating Cabello,” He said jokingly, “But no I actually said that to her in front of our whole family. On Thanksgiving night might I add, I don’t even know how we got to that topic, actually.”
“I’m super chill as you can tell,” he propped his feet up on the coffee table and put on that signature Jauregui smirk that even Lauren’s little sister Taylor has, “But the large majority of our extremely catholic family? No. I mean we are slightly religious, you know going to church every once in a while, but you can imagine how they would react when they hear me say “voyeurism is a-okay as long as you don’t get caught and use a condom because I don’t need the police at our doorstep and you pregnant”. They freaked.”
Camila was bent over laughing and was a centimeter away from falling off of their couch. But then a thought popped into her mind.
Lauren wouldn’t get pregnant with me and the sex would be even hotter.
What the hell subconscious?
“I’m hoooommeeee!” Lauren sing-songed as she opened the door and walked into her home.
Camila promptly fell off the couch in surprise, and then it was Mr. Jauregui’s to laugh. Lauren looked at Camila and her father skeptically while she grabbed Camila’s arm and pulled her up from the ground.
“Stop stealing my friends Dad, you already turned Alexa and Vero over to your side.” Lauren said as Camila was still chuckling while dusting and smoothing out her clothes a bit.
“What can I say? I’m irresistible. I’m pretty sure I’m where you get it from really Laur. You should be thanking me.” He taunted and turned on sports center to watch Monday night football, the Dolphin’s were playing.
“Thank you, father.” She responded plainly and dragged Camila up her stairs, something the younger girl was used to by now, the constant dragging and tugging from her arm. Lauren on the other hand found it absolutely thrilling to be able to touch Camila. She found it enthralling being able to pull the seemingly cold girl around hoping that Camila was enjoying her touch as much as Lauren enjoyed touching Camila. Lauren shut the door behind her and twirled around getting ready to finish their project. In that process her short little cheerleading skirt fluttered upwards revealing a perky little bum that disappeared the second it made its presence.
Damn.
What. No. Stop checking out Jauregui, Cabello!
Did you not see that piece of heaven? Actually all of her is!
Stop it, god damn we’re trying to finish a project not bang her.
Who says you can’t do a project and bang her.
Her boyfriend Keaton.
Pssshh we can take down that wuss any day.
She’s straight.
Yeah but we’re hot.
Not according the social hierarchy we’re not.
We’re all friends aren’t we? She doesn’t care about the hierarchy!
Why am I even fighting with you, you’re my gay ass subconscious!
The banter continued as Camila’s logic and her hormones battled in her mind. She stood there in front of the door with her brow furrowed and a slight frown on her face. Lauren looked at the girl strangely and snapped her fingers in front of her face. The younger girl shook her head and slightly smiled at the cheerleader in apology.
“Sorry kinda zoned out there.”
“No problems,” Lauren said walking to her stereo, “Lana okay?”
“Lana is the queen, of course.” Camila agreed with her and flopped down on to the other girl’s white comforter and flipped on her stomach.
“Imh sfo twirefd.” She mumbled into the mattress.
“Come again?” She joked settling next to the adorable girl sprawled out again.
Only if it’s with you.
You need to stop.
Camila flipped over and shut her eyes at the light change. “I’m so tired.” She repeated for the green eyed girl. Lauren laid down beside her so that their arms were side by side.
“Yeah tell that to the girl who just had an hour practice.”
“I don’t get why your coach doesn’t do the two hours, two days a week thing. Like one hour a day is stupid.”
Lauren just shrugged at the comment, “We should start.”
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“Bye Lauren.” Camila said putting on her helmet, straddling her bike.
Lauren hesitated asking the other girl. Sure Lauren was popular. Sure she had a semi-good looking boyfriend, some good friends, but she was a nervous wreck around Camila. Or at least she was on the inside. Camila was so mysterious, so intriguing. She actually had no clue about her other than some rumors that floated around, which Lauren was sure weren’t true. There is no way Camila has guy junk. She saw her change in freshman year. No bulge, but a rocking stomach. And she’s hugged her enough to notice if she was packing something extra. Getting back on track, she knew virtually nothing about the girl other than some basic things that would come up during their working on the project. She was going to change that.
“Hey do you want to hang out on Friday after we work on our project?” Lauren asked coolly, but on the inside she was about to implode.
Camila genuinely wanted to. She wanted a friend. She wanted even more for Lauren to be her friend. But given her circumstance she was 99.99% sure it wasn’t going to happen sadly.
“I have to ask, but I really want to. I’ll get back to you on it okay?” Camila said truthfully.
“Yeah, sure.” Lauren sighed and ran her hand through her hair, something she did when she was bored, nervous, or sad. She was sad.
“Alright then. Bye Lauren. See you tomorrow.”
“Bye.”
Camila flipped her visor to her helmet down, revved her bike, and sped down Lauren’s street on her way back to the agency. Lauren stood on the edge of her street, feet halfway off the pavement and titled back and forth wishing the girl would come back. Why? She didn’t know. She started to walk back to her door when Keaton pulled up in his brother’s pickup truck. What does he want now?
A/N: Hey guys, really late update. I went through some serious family problems and I just couldn’t write at all. The tension has lessened so I’m back to writing and just for future reference, if I say soon, I’m always going to mean Fifth Harmony soon. Uhm my mom’s boyfriend put child lock on my computer and blocked tumblr so I’m uploading through the blog’s email account. I still go on and check all of my stuff, but I do it on my friends phone during school. So if you want to send me anything my blog is heymeallison.tumblr.com so yeah thanks for reading.
