It was a silent mission entrusted to her, and she had to execute it in style. Clutched in her gloved fingers was a bottle of dark blue liquid. The liquid was no doubt a potent toxin, and she was rather familiar with its usage. She took the vial and toyed with it with her delicate fingers, as memories of the fate of past victims flooded her mind, each death adding to the intensity of her devilish smile. They deserved it. The sight of middle aged men at the prime of their careers choking and frothing, with knees pleading for mercy as she withheld the antidote was simply amusing. She would watch them, eyes gleaming with a murderous orgasm, watching as their very souls fled their havens, leaving their abominable bodies crumpling in a wasted heap.
But she had a heart. She once encountered a puppy which was about to be put to sleep. It had a serious cold which drained whatever little life savings its aged masters had. That unfortunate pet had been brought to the SPCA to be put to sleep the day after, and when she learnt of its fate, pity tugged at her heart and she broke into the compound in the silence of the night to save it.
That incident occurred two years ago. Now, standing beside her, was that same old puppy. It had transformed into a more feral version of its younger, innocent self; and could sometimes be seen trampling around the Forums, yearning for attention. It had devoted itself wholeheartedly to her rescuer and she wore the words “Smittenpoise & Yannie” on her collar as proof.
Smittenpoise’s eyes gleamed with menace as she dipped the tip of a throwing dart into the toxic solution. She watched with concealed glee as her eyes focused on a faint light in the distance. MengXue had arranged with her to bring GhostRider to the Merlion and that a French kiss would be the signal for the kill. The outcome was obvious; she would not fail this time.
As she was sprinting in her silent sneakers towards her target, a faint sound of what resembled a gunshot pierced the silence of the night. She was certain that she heard the sound of the bullet grazing flesh, yet she felt no pain; then it hit her. Yannie pounced up right behind her to block the pellet aimed for her heart, and it sunk into its shoulder. The wounded puppy yelped as second bullet came by, hitting it square in its face. Yannie crumpled to the ground stone cold; Smittenpoise’s last symbol of humanity was gone.
We all know which guy in this story walks around slinging an M107. WinterSoldier knew that he had failed in his duty before and decided to take one last shot at claiming credit for himself. He overheard the conversation where MengXue suggested to GhostRider that they pay a romantic visit to the Merlion and decided that he would eliminate the flaming pile of bones that escaped his scope previously. He spotted a dark figure lurking around in the vicinity and decided to take a shot at it. Just as he realized that GhostRider had a flaming skull, a yelp sounded and in an instant, he saw two flaming eyes fixed on him.
He had fu-cked up this time; fu-cked up seriously. He sniped the wrong target.
Seething with rage, GhostRider charged his newfound foe. WinterSoldier took his M107 and attempted to fire it, but to his dismay, the cartridge was empty. Swearing profanities, he decided to brace himself for the impact as the flaming pile of bones came crashing upon him. He recovered from the tackle and somersaulted away, just as an idea struck his mind. GhostRider was charging towards him a second time, and he had a short amount of precious time to execute his next move.
His next move stunned GhostRider. WinterSoldier jumped away and landed beside MengXue. With a quick maneuver, he slid his dagger around the delicate throat of GhostRider’s princess, taking her hostage.
Smittenpoise was stunned. Trusting her aim, she only came prepared only with a single dart. She wasn’t sure if assassinating her target would put her client in danger. She didn’t know if the masked bulk of muscle came with a purpose, or was simply a maniac; all she knew was that he killed her only companion. Yet as much as she wanted to kill him, she couldn’t jeopardize the mission and risk being spotted by that flaming skull. The situation was tense, and a wrong move could place everyone involved, including her, in immediate danger. Yannie was already dead, and she didn’t want another unnecessary death on her hands.
Just then, a soothing lullaby pierced the deathly silence of the cold, dark night. Her eyelids drooped and the tension of the situation left her, as her body plummeted down into the Singapore River, marking the commencement of an eternal slumber.
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