Perchance to Dream]
The heaviness of sleep was shrugged from her body as a great yawn and a still eyes closed stretch temporarily deformed her limbs. Isuelt pushed her back and her head into the sheets of her bed as her arms reached past her pillows. With the exhale came that euphoric sensation of falling back into a soft bed in total relaxation. These were the seconds that Isuelt cherished most, the few elusive moments before the dramas of life set in. In these waning instants, she could indulge in bliss, hope and happiness. The only disadvantage was the severity of the length of these moments; they were painfully near nonexistent.
Heaven usually ended with light stinging her waking eyes. But this morning, as she groggily and sluggishly opened her dark brown eyes, she did not readily recognize her surroundings. These were not the Spartan surroundings of her chamber at the Sanctuary. Isuelt rubbed her eyes almost vigorously and struggled to sit up. She saw the rich burgundy and gold fabric at her fingers, silken bed sheets encircled her body, which was without clothing upon later inspection. Her lips formed question words without sound as pulled the cool fabric closer to her breasts. The deep mahogany wood of the bedposts intertwined with cherry wood and gold accents sparked her memories finally. The light of the dawning morning forced recollection of her whereabouts. She was in a bedroom she knew well, very well.
"I-Maxxx?" The voice jolted her out of reverie, "Hey! You up yet?"
Scorp. She smiled, perhaps this sort of dream was not going to be so bad after all.
The big man came through the arched doorway, a cocky grin on his strong face. "Morning, sleepyhead. Get your sexy ass out of bed, huh?" He reached for a haphazard collection of dark fabrics on the velvet-backed chair next to the door and lofted them at Isuelt. The heap of black leather landed on the corner of the bed closest to her. "Can't have you forget what today is. Get dressed and get downstairs, we're heading out in ten." The Don Mega turned and swaggered out of the room, Isuelt heard his steps moving further away down the carpeted hallway.
The Pack Mansion. The Westside of Metro City.
She could hear voices downstairs as she was suddenly garbed in her black leathers from head to toe and in the hallway. Gonk, Stagmin, Kez, Stassi, Diego, Nikki, Darci. She heard the long forgotten voices of the first crime family of Metro. Isuelt grinned, she was already drunk off nostalgia. She hurried down the hall and cut the corner to round the staircase like she had done a million times before a million years ago. Instead of her boots meeting with downward sloping stairs, her body met with Scorp's.
"Easy, Baby!" His hands were on her shoulders to steady her. "Remember what today is. Can't have you damaging the weapon." The rakish smile highlighted his features, drawing her in. "We got the biggest hit we've ever done waiting for us today, gorgeous. And you...you are money in the f***ing bank!"
"What?" She shook her head, not knowing what she was obviously meant to.
"Today, Baby. You're hitting the Governor. Easy money." He kissed her forehead, "There's my girl. Now, why don't you go grab some breakfast before sharpening those blades of yours." He motioned to the dinning table, a bottle of whiskey and a glass were already set out for her. Along with an array of weapons: her swords, a crossbow and two daggers.
Very clearly, her job today was to murder the highest ranking official of Metro City.
The heaviness of sleep was shrugged from her body as a great yawn and a still eyes closed stretch temporarily deformed her limbs. Isuelt pushed her back and her head into the sheets of her bed as her arms reached past her pillows. With the exhale came that euphoric sensation of falling back into a soft bed in total relaxation. These were the seconds that Isuelt cherished most, the few elusive moments before the dramas of life set in. In these waning instants, she could indulge in bliss, hope and happiness. The only disadvantage was the severity of the length of these moments; they were painfully near nonexistent.
Heaven usually ended with light stinging her waking eyes. But this morning, as she groggily and sluggishly opened her dark brown eyes, she did not readily recognize her surroundings. These were not the Spartan surroundings of her chamber at the Sanctuary. Isuelt rubbed her eyes almost vigorously and struggled to sit up. She saw the rich burgundy and gold fabric at her fingers, silken bed sheets encircled her body, which was without clothing upon later inspection. Her lips formed question words without sound as pulled the cool fabric closer to her breasts. The deep mahogany wood of the bedposts intertwined with cherry wood and gold accents sparked her memories finally. The light of the dawning morning forced recollection of her whereabouts. She was in a bedroom she knew well, very well.
"I-Maxxx?" The voice jolted her out of reverie, "Hey! You up yet?"
Scorp. She smiled, perhaps this sort of dream was not going to be so bad after all.
The big man came through the arched doorway, a cocky grin on his strong face. "Morning, sleepyhead. Get your sexy ass out of bed, huh?" He reached for a haphazard collection of dark fabrics on the velvet-backed chair next to the door and lofted them at Isuelt. The heap of black leather landed on the corner of the bed closest to her. "Can't have you forget what today is. Get dressed and get downstairs, we're heading out in ten." The Don Mega turned and swaggered out of the room, Isuelt heard his steps moving further away down the carpeted hallway.
The Pack Mansion. The Westside of Metro City.
She could hear voices downstairs as she was suddenly garbed in her black leathers from head to toe and in the hallway. Gonk, Stagmin, Kez, Stassi, Diego, Nikki, Darci. She heard the long forgotten voices of the first crime family of Metro. Isuelt grinned, she was already drunk off nostalgia. She hurried down the hall and cut the corner to round the staircase like she had done a million times before a million years ago. Instead of her boots meeting with downward sloping stairs, her body met with Scorp's.
"Easy, Baby!" His hands were on her shoulders to steady her. "Remember what today is. Can't have you damaging the weapon." The rakish smile highlighted his features, drawing her in. "We got the biggest hit we've ever done waiting for us today, gorgeous. And you...you are money in the f***ing bank!"
"What?" She shook her head, not knowing what she was obviously meant to.
"Today, Baby. You're hitting the Governor. Easy money." He kissed her forehead, "There's my girl. Now, why don't you go grab some breakfast before sharpening those blades of yours." He motioned to the dinning table, a bottle of whiskey and a glass were already set out for her. Along with an array of weapons: her swords, a crossbow and two daggers.
Very clearly, her job today was to murder the highest ranking official of Metro City.