Warriors and Amazons

C-3 The Call

Nushara POV

Most know me simply by one name ... Nushara. I'm an assassin, a bounty hunter, and a killer-for-hire. Nevertheless, those who feared me called me Hell ... and Death is my brother.

After our mother died, we had no one. The government took us to a so-called orphanage facility, where a man called Van Cleef took us into an unknown world of hell. There, he trained us to be the best assassins in the world. Now, we are chameleons of many faces. That is why my brother and I can go anywhere and fit in with the monsters and humans alike.

Van Cleef learned to fear us for all the things he had taught us, but that wasn't the only reason. Things we have seen and heard have come back to haunt him. It scares him, but it doesn't scare us. We have seen it all. Scary things must die, and we are the ones that get it done. I grin, with the thought of the monsters under the bed theory. I blasted all of those to pieces long ago.

However, life has taken its course and I have made my own way in life. Don't get me wrong I still enjoy it, but I still take hits ... like last night. I finished a job that deprived me of my sleep for more than forty-eight hours. The rogue-hunting job that I had accepted was to track down and kill. It was an easy in and out job; all, because of the no-questions- asked policy. Just hit the target, and vanished. In addition, it was a nice two million dollars.

After I arrived home there was no time to sleep. I was getting ready to go to my regular day job, as a racecar driver. I know it sounds corny. Nonetheless, I love fast cars and fast motorcycles, and this is the normal way to go about enjoying them ... what I do is also illegal underground racing. It helps put that rush of adrenalin in my blood, along with the and feeling of living on the edge, which both Edward and I craved like a drug;, it’s what keeps us sharp.

I took a cold shower to wake myself up, before I got dressed. My variety of knifes went on, then the sword, oh and do not forget my guns. I hid them in my nice, black leather shoulder holsters that I had custom made just for me.

Now for the clothes, first I put on the red undies and bra. Then the black leather, hipster pants that lace up at the side. My black Harley Davidson Bold boots and then a red highline cross back, tank top that shows my belly button piercing, and the tail of my tattoo on my lower back.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I pulled my layered waist long light blond hair up in a ponytail. I should cut it soon, but Edward says that it’s one of my weapons. Last time I cut it, he was so mad at me that he shaved all of the hair on his head off. I almost shot him for it. He had long hair then, which hung below his shoulders. He used to drive the girls crazy with it. He never grew it long again, he let Death take control, and never looked back at our past after that.

I moved my head to see if the tail was nice and tight. Then I added just a touch of powder on my face, and black liner around my iceberg blue eyes, making my eyes looked more menacing, as I like them to be. After a double-checked in the mirror, I went to the kitchen to make my morning brew. I was just about to sit when the phone rang.

"Shiiiiittttttttt." I hated phones with a passion. In addition, no rest for two days had made me bitchy.

"Hello."

"Nu?” It was male voice, which I knew too fucking well.

"What the fuck do you want Eddy?"

"Don't call me that!" He shouted at me. Like his attitude made me twitch, sure!

"Then don't you fucking call me!” All I got was silence from the other end. Edward was probably counting to ten or clicking his gun, hoping to silence me up, but he spoke again. That was a surprise. His voice sounded calm, which was a fucking lie.

“Nu, I need to see you.” What did he just say? Needed to see me? Thank god, he couldn't see me, because my face showed how shocked I was of that. Our rules of a blank face had gone down the drain, damn.

“You feel like seeing me?” Edward never asks permission from anyone. He just did what ever he wanted. That meant that he was up to something. What could it be?

“What game are you playing with me now, Eddy?”

“Don’t...”

“Call you EEEddddddyyyyy. Fuck off.”

“Look Nu! I am not playing. This is not a fucking game ... I need you for a job, it's important.”

“Ahhh... not interested,” I said as I hung up on him. I was sure if I had been next to him he would have shot my ass off, but since I wasn’t, I couldn’t careless. He should be fuming by now, but I didn't give a shit. Monsters might quake at that thought of Death, but I didn't.


TBC...