|She Lives to Kill, He Loves to Hate
Author: SpottedStar PM
Sennae and Sam are back! Things are going great for Sennae and Sam, but that all changes. Brad is wise to Sennae's trickery. Can she kill him before his love turns to solid hate, or will Brad manipulate her mind before she can strike. R&R to find out!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 5 - Words: 16,728 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 2 - Updated: 02-20-08 - Published: 11-05-06 - Status: Complete - id: 3231308
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She Lives to Kill, He Loves to Hate
Inside agent Sennae, and mastermind agent Sam, had just finished up with a job. "I can't believe he thought you were a pouka dancer."
Sennae came into their bedroom, a poofy old fashioned dress in her hands. "That is the last time I ever...AND I MEAN EVER...wear a dress like this again." She flopped down on her bed.
"How's operation Brad going?" Sam asked.
"He still thinks I love him for all he's worth. That reminds me...I have a date." Sennae stood up and ran into the bathroom.
"Did you do any of your homework?" Sam asked from his bed.
"No...can you help me out here, just this one time, Sam?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I guess I can do your homework for you."
"Yes! Thank you so much!" She ran out of the bathroom. She was dressed in a skin tight blue dress, and black high heels. She had her hair in braids.
"Mom and dad are going to shoot you." He commented.
"Nope, they don't know about the date, and they won't find out." She glared at Sam.
"Hey, it's not my fault if you come home at ten."
Sennae attached a holster with a knife to her anckle.
"You're still armed...I thought you trusted him."
"Uh...well you never know if he'll find out." The doorbell rang.
Sennae ran down stairs and threw open the door. It was her best friend Becca. "Hi Sennae, boy your all dressed up. Who's the boy...you must be going on a date if you look like that."
Sennae opened the door wider and Becca came in. "Yeah I have a date Becca, but don't tell any one."
"Okay...where are your folks?"
"Uh...away on buisness."
"And you're going on a date, to where?"
"Uh...The Chili Pepper."
"SENNAE THAT'S THE HOTTEST PLACE IN TOWN! HOW THE HECK DID YOU PULL THAT OFF!"
"My dates...sortta...rich. He and I both...um...share a common interest in the human mind."
"Hey Sennae, another word of advice, if he's armed make sure to...oh hi Becca." Sam got an innocent smile on his face and waved.
"He's watched Mission Impossible too many time." Sennae said.
Becca began to laugh, and soon made herself welcome to Sennae and Sam's room. "When is mystery man coming?" Becca asked as she sat on the floor.
"I don't know...soon I hope." Sennae looked around to see one of her posion bottles sitting on her desk.
"What's that?" Becca asked moving over towards it.
"Nothing...uh...a powder that makes you smell good." Sennae grabbed it and threw it into her desk. The door bell rang again.
"That must be him...well you should probably go home, Becca."
"I want to see you in action. I want to know how you scored a rich boyfriend."
Sennae was strickly set against this, but Becca was determined. "Ok, but if we dissapear...don't try and find us."
"Yay! Thank you so much, Sennae." The doorbell rang again.
The girls ran down stairs and Sennae greeted Brad. "Well doesn't someone look dashing." She hugged him and then invited him in.
"And you look absoulutley beautiful." He leaned down to kiss her, but she moved away.
"Brad...we'll be having company tonight." Sennae motioned to Becca.
"A pleasure to meet you, Becca." Brad kissed her hand, and then turned to Sennae. "We don't want to miss our reservations."
"I know. Is this over night, or will I be home before school?" Becca's jaw dropped.
"I have some business that I must take care of tomorrow."
Sennae yelled up the stairs. "Sam, I'll be back...whenever!"
There was a loud 'boom' and then smoke left the room. "Uh...I didn't do it and OK!" He yelled back.
Sennae linked arms with Brad, her and Becca chatted as they walked to the limo. "This things beautiful." Becca said as she climbed in.
"Thank you." Brad sat down next to Sennae.
"So what's your buisness? You only look like you're 15 or 14." Brad looked at Sennae who shook her head.
"My father owns a wealthy corporation." He explained.
"Oh...well that's cool." Becca looked at Sennae's shoes.
"What's that on your ankle?" She asked, reaching for it.
"Nothing." Sennae pulled her dress down to cover the holster. Brad was looking at her suspiciously, and his hand reached across her shoulder. Sennae knew this routine all to good, he was looking for a weapon. She leaned in and kissed him, causing his hand to skim over it. They finally got to the resort and got their table. Becca got her own table by the window.
Sennae and Brad ordered and then, as if on cue, Brad popped the question Sennae hated the most. "Would you like to dance?"
Sennae glared at him. "No, thank you."
His eyes flickered a certain way and then he said. "I thought you lived for the thrill?"
Sennae stood up, and he took her hand. She completely forgot about Becca and got caught up in Brad. Brad wrapped his hands around her waist, and she threw her arms around his neck. They moved closer until they were inches apart. "You're concealing a weapon on your ankle, shoulder, and waist."
"Now, what would give you tht idea?" Sennae asked sweetly.
"I can feel the one on your waist, see the one on your shoulder, and your little friend tipped me off about the one on your anckle."
"I know you have a revolver on you somewhere, but I'm not complaining."
"Don't you trust me though, Sennae?"
"Trust is a big word, for such a bad boy. I trust you to take me on a good date, but to not kill me, that could use some work." His hand moved up to her shoulder and he ripped the knife out of it's holster. She reached into his paints pocket and pulled out a revolver. She threw the gun across the floor and he threw the knife into the wall. Suddenly Sennae remembered Becca, and pushed away from Brad.
"My friend might have..." Sennae looked at Becca. She was wide eyed and staring at her and then the knife in the wall. "She saw us! I'm sorry Brad I have to cut this date short." Sennae ran over to Becca pulled her from her seat and out to the limo. She told the driver to take her home.
"What the hell was that!" Becca yelled.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Sennae said looking her friend in the eye.
"You just freaking pulled a gun out of his pocket and tossed it aside like it was nothing! He pulled a knife out from under your shoulder strap and you didn't even flinch! Sennae what the freak is going on!" Sennae knew she had to tell her friend.
"Listen...what I'm about to tell you...you don't tell anyone else." Becca nodded. "I'm...an...assassin. I was assigned to kill Brad two months ago, and I'm just following through with my orders. Brad's also an assassin and that's why we were both armed." Sennae took a breath.
Becca was silent for about five minutes. "How many people have you killed?"
"Huh...oh...I lost track at 1,526."
"Well you're my best friend, and I'll except you even if you're an assassin." Sennae and Becca hugged and then Sennae went into her job details.
"Why do you have to date him...why don't you just kill him and get it over with?" Becca asked.
"I'm an inside agent...I manipulate the mind of my victim, lead them to think that I'm safe, and then I strike." Becca cocked her her head which meant she didn't get it. "I play mind games with him."
"Oh...so, has there been anything else besides slow dances that you want to tell me about?" Sennae looked down at the floor then back up at her friend.
Becca laughed. "So, this whole thing is fake?"
"Yeah, he dosn't suspect a thing." The limo dropped Becca off first and then Sennae. She creeped up the stairs to where Sam was asleep. She crawled into bed and was almost asleep when her phone rang. She reached over and flipped it open. "Talk...to me."
"Your brother and you have a job, the Senate of California." Tony sounded as if he were introducing a star.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Sennae groaned.
"Yeah, time for you to do your job." It was their boss, Tony, he always called at the worst time.
"Good bye, Tony." Sennae hung up and went to bed.
The next day Sennae hitched a ride with Becca and her mom. Becca was looking unusally tense, and soon Sennae found out why. "So Sennae, Becca told me something interesting last night. She told me you were an assassin."
Sennae shot Becca a glance who was making hand motions. 'I said it in my sleep.' She mouthed to her.
"I'm not an assassin...what would give you that idea." Sennae forgot that Becca's mom was a cop.
"Well my dear, you're wanted in the U.S., and Canada, and-."
"Ok, ok, I know. Yes I'm an assassin, but I havn't killed anyone in Cancuin or outside of the area. Within a 500 yard radius you will not find any killings related to my style."
"What is your style exactly?" Her mother asked.
"Uh...I'm an inside agent...I date my victims, lead them to think that I'm safe...and then finish out my job."
"Oh, that must require a lot of skill."
"Not really, once I'm in their head...they can't get me out. It's a gift, and my brother is the genius of the two of us. He makes all the gadgets and stuff that we use during our jobs."
Becca's mom dropped them off at school, and then left. "Why did you tell her!"
"I told you I said it in my sleep!"
"It doesn't matter Becca, do you want me to have to move again?"
"Wha...why would you have to move?"
Sennae rolled her eyes. "If my identiy is found out by too many non-assassins...my agency will send someone to kill me, at fear that the agency will get caught. Same if I don't complete a job in a length of time, so keep your yap shut."
"That's mean, you provide them business and they send someone to kill you?"
"I live a life of thrills, and that just makes it more thrilling. The fact that this is do or die just makes it that much more satisfying. I didn't get a job done in time, and we blew up our agency and our home, and moved."
"What was the job?" Becca asked.
"Sam and I had to kill our parents."
Becca's jaw dropped.
"When it's your life or anothers, you would choose your own. An assassin is trained not to think for the other, but merly the agency. Hesitation is a flaw of pure fatality, but to an inside agent like me it's not. I was told that with my manipulative skills I could get myself out of anything."
"I'll never understand this...you're just thowing your emotions to the wind."
Sennae nodded. "Yeah, we will only care for us and the agency, but with Sam and I we cared to much, and almost lost our lives. I chose my position, because I felt that I could do my best in that feild. I'm able to channel my emotion into what I do."
Becca nodded. "I think I get it now."
The first class Sennae and Becca had was chorus and it was a nice way to start the day. Their teacher declared that Sennae would be singing a song from the Phantom of the Opera with the lead baratone, Bryan. Sennae wasn't lead soprano, but had the delicate, yet audiable voice for the part. Then she declared that they would have to also do a dance routine along with the band.
"This should be interesting." She heard Bryan whisper to a friend.
"Yeah man, she's the hottest girl in school. You should totally ask her out." He whispered back.
"No, she must have a boyfriend."
"Actually, I'm single, I can do Thursday."
Byran looked at her in shock. "We can reherse at your house, or mine, I don't care."
"Uh...how about your house."
"Alright, I live at 478 Tonya Ave."
"Cool, I'll be over at seven."
The teacher stomped her foot to get the attention of the class. "Sennae...Bryan...this is for a county wide talent show, so put your entire heart into it. I want to see you two practically throwing yourself into each others arms."
Sennae regret promising to practice at his house, she would be too much of a distraction.
When she got home her phone began to ring. "Talk to me. Brad...hi. No I can't do Thursday, I have a da...I have to practice for a perfomance. Yeah, I know, I promised, but I have a commitment. Fine...Thursday at eight...OK." Sennae hung up, then got an idea. "SAM!"
Sam came running up the stairs. "What's wrong?"
"You're going on a date with Brad, Thursday." She threw her supplies at him, and then instructed him on what to do. "My date with Bryan ends at nine, so I'll be there in time to give him a good night kiss."
Sam glared at her. "What if you don't get there in time?"
Sennae bit her lip. "Uh...don't let him get you in a corner, don't act surprised, and make sure to keep your mouth closed."
Sam began to twitch. There was no way out of this, he was as tall as Sennae, and even had her same facial expressions. "Why can't you go on the date!" Sam whined.
"I have a performance to practice for...with Bryan. As payment I got the band teacher to let you play the violen during our performance."
Sam shrugged. "Okay, but you have to be there for the kiss."
Sennae sat on her bed and relaxed, but soon Sam's phone began to ring. "Smith. The Senate of California, but that's like a world wide broadcast. Yeah...OK...we'll do the job. Yeah...bye Tony."
Sennae ran to her closet and pulled out her sunday best. "Looks like the political world is about to go sky high."
Sennae wore a black cami with a loose white blouse, dark jeans, a pair of black boots, and very dark sunglasses. She had her hair down and it was straightened.
Sam was wearing a thin white button up shirt, black dress pants, and see through sun glasses. His hair was spiked forward and gelled. "You know the deal? I wire the explosive unit, and you keep whoever comes my way...busy."
"I can do that." Sennae made her way to the stage enterance, while Sam began to wire the unit.
Suddenly a guy about Sennae's age made his way towards her. "Hey there Angel, where did you fall from the sky?" Sennae looked away, this guy was geeky. "Hey! I was talkin' to you!" He grabbed Seanna's shoulder and turned her around.
"Don't touch me!" She retorted, and threw his hand off her shoulder.
"A little stubborn much?" He said it with a smirk on his face.
"Preverted much?" Sennae said taking a step back. Brad wasn't even this direct.
"Listen I'm the Senators son...names James."
Sennae glared at him over the rim of her sun glasses. "I don't care. Back off, scum."
Sennae went to go get Sam, but James grabbed her shoulder and pushed her into the wall. "I don't think you get it, I get whatever I want, and I want you." His face was inches from hers, it was times like this Sennae wished she wasn't so attractive.
"I'm taken, and not interested." She tried to shoulder him off but he pushed her harder into the wall. "Sam!" She yelled.
"Sennae hang on...I need five more minutes!" Sam yelled back.
"Yeah well all this freak needs is five seconds." Sennae kneed James in the torrso. "Not today lover boy." James fell over on the ground in pain. "Sam hurry up!" Sennae hissed urgently.
"Yes master!" Sam hissed in a creepy voice.
"Just hurry up!" Sennae yelled.
"Yes, very well then." He stood up and stepped away from the unit, it was concealed under the podium. "Piece of cake." He whispered.
Sennae felt something firm grip her shoulder, but she knew it was James. "Let go of me!" She whirled around to see his face only inches from hers.
"Oh, you did it now." He said through gritted teeth.
Suddenly a strong hand rested on his shoulder. "I believe the Miss said that she wasn't interested." Sennae looked up to see Brad.
"Back off, freak! I'm the Senators son!" James hissed.
"Yeah, well, I'm her boyfriend." Brad said calmly. He reached out and put his arm around Sennae's waist, and they began to walk away.
"Yeah, well...prove it!" James yelled in a babyish tone.
Sennae got up on her tip toes and kissed Brad, she had to stand on her tip toes, because Brad was one foot taller than her. "That proof enough?" Brad asked.
James looked hurt, but that soon turned to anger. "You wanna fight for her!" He hissed.
Sennae couldn't believe this, she really wasn't that attractive...was she?
"No, she's not a trophy, she's the one I love, so bug off." Sennae wrapped her arm around Brad's shoulder, and his grip on her waist tightened. They turned around and, again, began to walk away. Sam was right behind them, with the detonation unit in his hand.
When they were reaching the exit door, Sennae heard someone yell: "Get her!" Brad obviously heard it too, because he turned around at the same time she did. Four freakishly muscular guys were rocketing toward them.
"Sam get out of here so you can dentinate the bomb, we got these freaks covered." Sam nodded and ran off.
Brad got in front of Sennae, in an attempt to shield her from the mutant subway trains. "I'll let them work it out." She said to herself.
Brad took on three of the four guys, and was holding his own, but wasn't exactly winning. One of the guys grabbed Sennae and began to push her into the supply closet. "Get your hands off me!" She yelled and punched the guy, but it only made him mad and he threw Sennae into the closet-as hard as he could-and locked the door.
Sennae turned on the light to see James at the other end of the supply closet. "Looks like I win." He said in a devilish tone.
He began to walk towards Sennae, until she had backed herself against the wall. "Brad!" She yelled in a frantic voice. She could feel James's hands curling around her waist, then it dawned on her. A supply closet is tiny, tiny enough to climb the wall. Sennae launched herself into the air, went into a split, and her feet caught the wall.
She put her hands on both walls to quickly balance herself, then let go. "How the freak did you do that!" James said looking up at her.
"Years of climbing up my hallway wall. Oh, and one more thing...I'm not coming down!" She said glaring at him.
There was a loud pounding on the door. "Sennae are you okay!" Brad yelled.
"Uh...I guess, just get me out of here!" She yelled back.
"Okay, I'll go get Sam and him and I will bust down this door." She heard Brad runaway from the door.
Sennae got bored and stopped paying attention causing her heels to lose their grip. She spun forward, but when she caught her grip she was upside down. "Darn it!" She yelled at herself.
"I knew you wouldn't hold that long." James said in an amused voice.
Sennae did a back flip, and landed on her knees. "Ouch! That hurt." She stood up and tried to get back up the wall, but her knees hurt too bad. "Oh, come on!" She groaned.
James grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. "Having some difficulties?" He asked smartly.
He wrapped his hands around her waist and pushed her into the wall. "I have a boyfriend, I don't need another. Really you don't want to date me...I live a dangerous life." Sennae put her hands on James's shoulders to keep him from getting any closer.
"I love danger." He whispered and pushed forward. Sennae couldn't hold him back, but she moved her head.
"You need to let me out of here." She hissed into his ear. She could feel his breath hit her ear and cheek.
"I get what I want." He hissed back.
Sennae was starting to crack, she wanted out of this closet, and what was taking Brad so long? It was only one kiss, and then may be he would let her go. "Fine, what do you want?" She asked.
"Well..." James tapped his chin.
"No...don't answer that." Sennae said, as she reached for a mop.
"How about I show you what I want?" He asked.
Sennae's hand tightened around the mop and she pulled it a little closer. "Very well then."
James leaned in and just before his lips could touch hers, Sennae smacked him over the head with the mop. He fell over and rolled around.
"You political type are so...so weak." She ran and jumped out a tiny window that she hadn't seen when she entered.
Brad and Sam came rushing by her, stopped, back pedalled, then sighed.
"We thought you were a goner." Sam said in a relieved tone.
"Nope, I'm just...fine." Sennae said as she walked over to Brad.
"He didn't touch you...or harm you...or anything like that...did he?" The look of worry in his eye was unmistakable.
"No, I'm fine." Sennae said in calm voice. "Now, lets go kill his father and GET IT OVER WITH!"
Sennae pushed past Brad and grabbed the remote from Sam. "Sennae, NO! The circuts aren't properly-!" Sennae hit the button. "Ohgawd!" Sam cried.
The remote began to tick. Sennae ran and threw the remote at the podeum, just as the Senate was appearing. "We got 'em! Lets bust this joint!"
Sennae, Sam, and Brad all turned tail and began to run. They heard the bomb go off, and turned around to watch their work. A big cloud of smoke and flames flooded the sky, but the Senate remained unharmed.
"How the...? Oh boy let me tell you!" Sennae had cracked. She ripped a knife from her belt loop and began to run up the stage. "I'll freaking kill him myself." Sennae heard steady footsteps behind her.
"Sennae calm down! It'll work out, just come back to the limo." Brad had sprinted up beside her.
"No way...I want him dead!"
Brad grabbed Sennae's arm, and whipped her around. She went to throw a punch but he caught it. "Sennae, you're coming with me."
Sennae raised her eyebrows. "Wait one minute, I got to finish this job." Sennae went to brush past him, but Brad grabbed her hair and pulled her to him.
"Sennae this is a world wide broadcast!"
"I DON'T CAR-!"
Brad put his hand over her mouth and in one swift movement threw her into the backseat of his limo. He jumped in the backseat and told the driver to go anywhere. Sam was sitting in the front seat, and put up the extra tinted blind, so Sennae couldn't glare at him.
"You're too job oriented." Brad said calmly.
"No...I just want the job done." Sennae argued.
"NO SENNAE! THAT IS A GOVERMENT MISSION! IF YOU WOULD HAVE GOTTED CAUGHT IT WOULD HAVE WENT TO THE SUPREME COURT...and they would have surely given you the death penalty." Brad looked away. It was obvious that he had been worried about Sennae's life.
"Brad...I...I'm sorry." Sennae lowered her head.
"It's ok." Brad said turning back to her. "I know you've had some bad missions in the past, but you can't let them haunt you. You gotta move on."
Sennae looked him square in the eye. "You weren't trained like me." There was a long pause before she went on. "I was trained to get the job done, no matter how many innocent lives I take in the process. I was trained to stay strong and fight hard."
Brad gave her a curious look. "You know...you haven't had a job in a really long time...I wonder why?" He sat down next to her.
"Well...uh...Tony wants me to take it easy...he dosn't want to lose his only girl inside agent. It's rather sad really."
Brad began to look at her questioningly. "Really...hmm...maybe I should talk to him about that."
"No, really it's fine, I enjoy my time off."
Brad's eyes flashed and he nodded. "Very well then."
Sennae let out a silent sigh of relief. Soon the limo pulled up to their house and Sam and Sennae got out. "Good bye, Brad." Sennae waved good bye as he drove away. "Oh thank gawd!" She said as the limo turned the corner. "He almost found out. I have to try and keep calm."
Sam looked at her and shook his head. "Really, you think!"
Sennae turned around and went inside and up to her room. She imediatly picked up the phone and called Becca. "Becca, did you watch the news. Don't ask why! Becca was there an assassination attempt on the Senate today! There was...did they figure out who did it? Becca don't ask stupid questions, of course I did it! Is he dead? He died from a heart attack...earlier this evening...great. Yes, if you want to come over you can. Yup, see you in a minute." Sennae hung up.
"So, your little friend knows, why haven't you killed her yet?" Sennae screamed and whirled around to see Brad in her doorway.
"How did you get in here? My father normally shoots you, when you come to the door." She asked pulling him into the room and shutting the door.
"I climbed through your hallway window. Listen, I wanted to ask you something." Sennae looked into his eyes, they showed power, secretesy, and suspicion.
"Um...Brad...Sweety...I'm all for the whole run away thing, but I can't get married."
He moved closer to her. "No, it's not that. I need to know if you still love me, and not just my money...or the money you'll earn."
Sennae must have let some form of insecurity slip into her eyes, because the next thing she knew, Brad had his hands wrapped around her neck, and she was against the wall. "Tell me Sennae, is this about money?"
Sennae couldn't lye, Brad would pick it up, but she had to try. "Uh...no, it's not...I really do love you."
Brad let go of her throat, but kept her flat against the wall. "Really, than why is it that I hear about you dating a guy named Bryan."
Sennae froze, he must have tapped her phone. "I'm not dating him, I'm just being forced to do a play with him." Sennae felt the emotions enter her eyes.
She jerked to one side and as Brad went to block her way, she jerked the other way and dove past him. She grabbed a knife off her desk, and turned to see a butcher knife grasped firmly in his hand.
"Sennae tell me the truth, do you still love me?"
"Yes, but you know how I get when I'm pushed into a corner. I feel like Sam, when he's in the basement and I turn off the lite."
Brad's eyes lit up. "Hmm...interesting...so you don't like getting pushed into a corner." He began to move towards her.
Sennae threw the knife, but Brad caught it. He dropped the butcher knife on the floor and continued to move towards Sennae. She threw a kick, just missing his head. He reached for her arm, but Sennae did a front flip over him.
"Tada!" She squealed as she landed. Brad grabbed her from behind and threw her onto her bed. She grabbed the knife on the desk, just as Brad jumped into the air, and landed on top of her. She put the knife to his throat, as he wrapped his hands around her neck.
"I do believe this is our first fight." He indicated.
"Yeah, assassin fights are really fun." Sennae said sarcatically. Sennae let her eyes show worry, hurt, and love, three keys to puseadion.
Brad's eyes softened, and he let go of Sennae's neck, so Sennae dropped her knife. "I'm sorry I ever doubted you." Brad said quietly.
Sennae leaned forward and began to kiss him, when her door opened. Brad already had his hands wrapped around the back of her neck, so Sennae just went with the flow.
"Uh...Sennae?" Sennae quickly tore away from Brad to see Becca in her doorway.
"Umm...hi Becca." Sennae sat up, making Brad topple off of her and onto the floor.
"Good evening Mlle. Becca. Uh...Sennae and I had a little spat and well...I'll talk to you tomorrow, Sennae." Sennae opened her window.
"Yes, very well then." Brad gave her a quick peck as he climbed out the window.
"I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too." She whispered back.
She closed the window and locked it. "Anyway...hi Becca."
Becca carefully entered the room. "Uh...I didn't interupt anything did I?"
"Oh no, that was just a quick make up."
Becca shook her head. "You didn't seem like the kind of person to go that far."
"BECCA! I WAS SAVING MY LIFE! I WASN'T...I wan't doing anything more." Becca still looked disgusted. "He almost found out, Becca. My lifes on the line right now, and I can't afford for someone to cut the rope."
Becca looked her directly in the eye. "What you're doing is wrong. Flirting and pursueading your victoms, then killing them. Don't you ever think about their lives."
"If I don't kill them someone else will. I'm a less painful death."
"I know, but you and Brad...were just...and you're going to kill him!"
"YES! BECCA IF I DON'T KILL HIM FIRST, HE'LL KILL ME! BECCA, THE LAST GIRL HE MURDERED WAS BEATIN TO DEATH, AND I REALLY DON'T WANT TO BE HER TWIN!"
Becca gasped. "That's awful!"
"Hmm...really ya think! My mom once told me: If a fagile life you must take, make it one quick blow, not a million painful ones." Sennae tucked her knives into her desk. "My life is fragile right now, and it will not with stand being shattered." Sennae sat on her bed and threw her head into the pillow.
"Sennae...why...why do you throw yourself into danger?" Sennae lifted her head slowly and glared at Becca.
"I've told you a million times already! I have no other choice, Becca! I can't quite my job, they'll send someone to kill me!" Suddenly Sennae's phone began to ring. She gripped it tightly and flipped it open. "I'm not in the mood Tony! Leave it for another time!"
There was a long pause then Tony began to speak. "Your friend, Becca, she knows?"
Sennae answered without thinking. "Yes...why do you need to know?"
"You're going to kill her, and tell her mother she was hit by a car or something."
Sennae paused then dropped her phone. "BECCA GET OUT OF HERE!" She grabbed Becca and quickly ran her downstairs. "SAM CODE BLACK, WE GOTTA BUST THIS JOINT!"
Sam came rushing downstairs. "Who's the code black for."
Sennae quickly pointed to Becca, then grabbed her father's Porshae keys. "Be back in a bit Dad!" She ran Becca and Sam out the door.
"Where are we going to take her?" Sam asked questioningly.
"She's not going to go anywhere, we're going to go corner Tony. He needs to learn a little bit more about our capabilities. You're going to protect Becca, while I invade the building." Sennae jumped into the drivers seat, and Sam and Becca got in the back. Sennae pulled out of the driveway, just missing the mail box, then she sped down to their agency at 70 mph. Once there, she took only one small knife with her and advanced towards the building.
"There are three men guarding the door...how's she going to get in?"
Sam began to laugh uncontrolably at Becca's question. She saw Sennae give a small wink at one of the guards, he quickly opened the door.
"Peice of cake." Sennae whispered. She walked down a few hallways till she reached Tony's office. She kicked open the door, and advanced in.
Tony looked shocked at her enterance. "Did you do your job, and are you going to fix my door?"
Sennae shined her knife into the light, making it visible. "I'm not doing that job!"
Tony quickly approched her. "You WILL do that job."
Sennae grabbed him by his shirt collar, and pushed him into a chair. "How valuable is my life to this agency?"
"Very, we'd have no buisness if we didn't have you. You're the only inside agent I have."
Sennae shined the knife one more time. "Have you ever seen blood run down a blade? I've seen it, more times than I can count, but I've never seen my own blood run down a blade."
Tony's eyes flashed. "You wouldn't!"
Sennae put the knife to her throat. "Cancel the job...and I won't."
Tony's eyes flared in anger, but it settled. "Fine...job canceled." He looked down at the floor and when he looked back up, Sennae was gone.
She quickly made her way out to the car. The three men now fighting over who was going to get to ask her for her digets. "The jobs been canceled...Sam can you drive?"
Sam looked into her eyes. "You never thought we'd go back to that training, did you?"
Sennae's hands were shaking, and the knife had fallen to the floor. "The training that Mom and Dad gave us. To care for ones life...even if it means losing your own...even if it means extremes."
Sam helped her into the passenger seat, then drove Becca home.
Sennae had had a long day, and tomorow was only going to be worse.
Sennae was in her math class, staring out the door.
"Miss Smith!" Her teacher yelled.
Sennae snapped back into focus, and he continued his lesson. Sennae began to stare out the door again, until she saw Brad in the hallway. "Uh...sir...may I have the bathroom pass?"
"Anything to get you out of my classroom!"
Sennae ran out into the hallway, closing the door behind her. "What are you doing here!" She yelled.
"Looking for you...we need to talk!" Brad looked angery.
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm in school! I don't have the time to deal with you!" Sennae turned around, but Brad grabbed her shoulder.
"Don't you turn your back on me!"
Sennae grabbed his hand and nearly crushed. "You're going to let me go back to class or else I'll-."
Brad reached for her throat and this led to a series of chain reactions. Sennae grabbed his hair, he grabbed her throat, and they both started yelling: "You let go! No you let go!"
A/N: Don't worry peoples. The story dosn't end there. Will Brad find out? Can Sennae save her life? How will the date with Brain go? Stay tuned for Ch. 2 of She Lives to Kill, He Loves to Hate!