Angel Assassins
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Adult ++
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2
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Angel Assassins
Title: Angel Assassins
Summary: When an assissin falls in love with their assignment everything they knew is about to change.
Abuse,Anal,AU/AR,B-Mod,Death,Language,M/M,Minor,N/C,OC,Other,SH,Slave,Violence,Yaoi
Disclaimer: Anime-ish settings. Based off of a comic I've been working on.
Rating Adult++
Chapter 1.
I own this story and it's people.
The night sky shrouded over the forest below, but the silence of the night was being disturbed by the sounds of thunder crashing and lightening striking the once still sky. Heavy rain fell onto the grass covered earth making the fresh dirt churn into mud. All life had scattered across the plains leaving nothing but rain in their wake. The sounds of splashing could be heard in patterns of running footsteps. A figure could be seen as the lightening struck down to the earth. The claws of the trees grabbed at the skin that was seen upon the person. Blood dripped from various wounds from the running person. Black hair was matted in clumps of blood that clung to the person’s neck and face.
Icy blue eyes held hints of death in their depths. Once tanned skin was now covered in filth, blood, and mud. There were aches in more ways then one, inside the person. Another struck of lightening revealed a curved fit female body. Black skin tight clothes now torn and soaked heavily in her blood. Her breathing was ragged and harsh, she was cold and not just from the rain but from her own loss of body heat. She was dying and she knew it. Her legs felt heavy as she leaned against a tree. She smiled to herself laughing at bitter failure.
She failed her mission, she had failed to kill her target and now she was paying for it. With a shaky hand she turned on her earphone.
“Contact headquarters now. . .”
Her voice was rough and hoarse, she coughed up blood. A light buzz ran through her mind, she was falling in and out of consonance. A soft male tone answered the other end making her smile.
“I failed. . .” was all she had said before letting the darkness rake over her body.
Death was awaiting for her.
~*~
Darkness surrounded the office. Only one light shone over a table that seated three people all of which were arguing about one thing. To give their top assassin a new body.
“It’s rather difficult don’t you think. If she can not cope with it she might go insane.”
A woman announced chuckling gleefully at the situation at hand.
“She is our elite and she must stay that way,” a man said, his voice low and deep. You would guess he was in his late thirties from his voice.
“Then it is settled, two against one. She will have a new body,” the last spoke. Though his voice was soft toned there was something about it that sent chills run down your spine. From out of the shadows another man came into the light. He was tall but thin and almost dorky looking. Shaggy brown hair stood out almost as if he had not brushed his hair at all. Brown eyes shone behind a pair of glasses that were currently being pushed up the bridge of a pale nose. A white lab coat indicated him to being a doctor of some sort of scientific matter.
“Well can it be done?” The deep male voice asked a small hint of aggravation held in the tone.
“It can be done, however-”
“However!? There is no however!” The man shouted slamming a visible fist against the metal table denting it a bit.
A hand was held silencing the other male and allowing the doctor to continue.
“However from her state of being, we are not sure if she will be able to handle the hormone change in the system.”
A brief silence was his answer before the sound of a chair was moved.
“Well then you’ll just have to do it to find out now then won’t you?” The soft tone was spoken again. The doctor bowed and left the room quickly and quietly.
As he walked down the long and empty hall he sighed to himself guilt running over his body. He was one of the most brilliant minds in the world and yet he was giving a top killer a new body that she does not want.
Stopping in front of a secured door he gnawed on his lower lip as he entered the room. Machines hummed with life. A body wrapped up in bandages lying on a metal table made the doctor shake with even more guilt now. Tears caught in the corners of his eyes as he pulled out a syringe from his coat’s pocket.
“Forgive me Ayna,” he whispered and shoved the needle into her neck. Her vital signs contracted and was put into a chronic sleep, stopping her death from becoming permanent.
~*~
Pain was the first thing they felt, pain that throbbed through their entire body. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to even think. What was it they last remembered. . . . blood. Of course, the mission. They had failed to kill some asshole and was attacked by bodyguards, way too many and they all had guns or swords on them. Ice blue eyes cracked open into hot white blinding light.
“Fuck!” They shouted out in pain.
“Sorry about that. Lights dim.”
That voice. They knew that voice. Alex. That was Alex.
“A-Alex?” The voice cracked pain shot trough the body once more and as eyes opened again the pain was gone.
“I am sorry, but they voted and I couldn’t do anything.”
What? What was Alex talking about. The last thing they remembered now was telling Alex over their earphone that they had failed the mission.
Alex walked over to the person lying on the bed.
“Ayna . . . they agreed to give you a new body. I’m sorry.”
Ayna’s eyes shot open in anger and quickly sat up ignoring the what hot pain that shot throughout the body.
“What the hell do you mean a new body!” Ayna shouted. “Was that my voice!” Ayna could only see red as they stumbled off the table naked as a new born babe. Long slender athletic muscular pale white legs was attached to an athletic build stomach and chest, strong arms held up the upper body from the cold metal tile floor. Ayna looked at the disfigured reflection of an attractive black haired male with icy blue eyes.
“Ayna it was the only one we had in store,” Alex said gently as he knelt on the floor next to Ayna.
Instead of anger that he was expecting a laugh was heard. One that only a mad man such as Ayna could muster up in a n affair like this. Alex only shuddered in fear from the assassin that was upon his floor. Those icy eyes glared up at the man and a hand shot out grabbing Alex’s shirt pulling them nearly inches apart from one another.
“You had better get me used to this damned body. Or so help me I will rip your heart out and eat it.” He hissed into Alex’s ear making him shiver not only in fear but also in arousal, but that was only because of Ayna’s new voice.
Alex nodded his head wrapping his arms about the other’s waist hauling him to his feet.
“Oh also your business associates have yet another assignment for you. Only after you get used to this body of course.”
Ayna sighed nodding his head.
“Well better get started then.”
Well hope you like it/ Pleas read and review.
Summary: When an assissin falls in love with their assignment everything they knew is about to change.
Abuse,Anal,AU/AR,B-Mod,Death,Language,M/M,Minor,N/C,OC,Other,SH,Slave,Violence,Yaoi
Disclaimer: Anime-ish settings. Based off of a comic I've been working on.
Rating Adult++
Chapter 1.
I own this story and it's people.
The night sky shrouded over the forest below, but the silence of the night was being disturbed by the sounds of thunder crashing and lightening striking the once still sky. Heavy rain fell onto the grass covered earth making the fresh dirt churn into mud. All life had scattered across the plains leaving nothing but rain in their wake. The sounds of splashing could be heard in patterns of running footsteps. A figure could be seen as the lightening struck down to the earth. The claws of the trees grabbed at the skin that was seen upon the person. Blood dripped from various wounds from the running person. Black hair was matted in clumps of blood that clung to the person’s neck and face.
Icy blue eyes held hints of death in their depths. Once tanned skin was now covered in filth, blood, and mud. There were aches in more ways then one, inside the person. Another struck of lightening revealed a curved fit female body. Black skin tight clothes now torn and soaked heavily in her blood. Her breathing was ragged and harsh, she was cold and not just from the rain but from her own loss of body heat. She was dying and she knew it. Her legs felt heavy as she leaned against a tree. She smiled to herself laughing at bitter failure.
She failed her mission, she had failed to kill her target and now she was paying for it. With a shaky hand she turned on her earphone.
“Contact headquarters now. . .”
Her voice was rough and hoarse, she coughed up blood. A light buzz ran through her mind, she was falling in and out of consonance. A soft male tone answered the other end making her smile.
“I failed. . .” was all she had said before letting the darkness rake over her body.
Death was awaiting for her.
~*~
Darkness surrounded the office. Only one light shone over a table that seated three people all of which were arguing about one thing. To give their top assassin a new body.
“It’s rather difficult don’t you think. If she can not cope with it she might go insane.”
A woman announced chuckling gleefully at the situation at hand.
“She is our elite and she must stay that way,” a man said, his voice low and deep. You would guess he was in his late thirties from his voice.
“Then it is settled, two against one. She will have a new body,” the last spoke. Though his voice was soft toned there was something about it that sent chills run down your spine. From out of the shadows another man came into the light. He was tall but thin and almost dorky looking. Shaggy brown hair stood out almost as if he had not brushed his hair at all. Brown eyes shone behind a pair of glasses that were currently being pushed up the bridge of a pale nose. A white lab coat indicated him to being a doctor of some sort of scientific matter.
“Well can it be done?” The deep male voice asked a small hint of aggravation held in the tone.
“It can be done, however-”
“However!? There is no however!” The man shouted slamming a visible fist against the metal table denting it a bit.
A hand was held silencing the other male and allowing the doctor to continue.
“However from her state of being, we are not sure if she will be able to handle the hormone change in the system.”
A brief silence was his answer before the sound of a chair was moved.
“Well then you’ll just have to do it to find out now then won’t you?” The soft tone was spoken again. The doctor bowed and left the room quickly and quietly.
As he walked down the long and empty hall he sighed to himself guilt running over his body. He was one of the most brilliant minds in the world and yet he was giving a top killer a new body that she does not want.
Stopping in front of a secured door he gnawed on his lower lip as he entered the room. Machines hummed with life. A body wrapped up in bandages lying on a metal table made the doctor shake with even more guilt now. Tears caught in the corners of his eyes as he pulled out a syringe from his coat’s pocket.
“Forgive me Ayna,” he whispered and shoved the needle into her neck. Her vital signs contracted and was put into a chronic sleep, stopping her death from becoming permanent.
~*~
Pain was the first thing they felt, pain that throbbed through their entire body. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to even think. What was it they last remembered. . . . blood. Of course, the mission. They had failed to kill some asshole and was attacked by bodyguards, way too many and they all had guns or swords on them. Ice blue eyes cracked open into hot white blinding light.
“Fuck!” They shouted out in pain.
“Sorry about that. Lights dim.”
That voice. They knew that voice. Alex. That was Alex.
“A-Alex?” The voice cracked pain shot trough the body once more and as eyes opened again the pain was gone.
“I am sorry, but they voted and I couldn’t do anything.”
What? What was Alex talking about. The last thing they remembered now was telling Alex over their earphone that they had failed the mission.
Alex walked over to the person lying on the bed.
“Ayna . . . they agreed to give you a new body. I’m sorry.”
Ayna’s eyes shot open in anger and quickly sat up ignoring the what hot pain that shot throughout the body.
“What the hell do you mean a new body!” Ayna shouted. “Was that my voice!” Ayna could only see red as they stumbled off the table naked as a new born babe. Long slender athletic muscular pale white legs was attached to an athletic build stomach and chest, strong arms held up the upper body from the cold metal tile floor. Ayna looked at the disfigured reflection of an attractive black haired male with icy blue eyes.
“Ayna it was the only one we had in store,” Alex said gently as he knelt on the floor next to Ayna.
Instead of anger that he was expecting a laugh was heard. One that only a mad man such as Ayna could muster up in a n affair like this. Alex only shuddered in fear from the assassin that was upon his floor. Those icy eyes glared up at the man and a hand shot out grabbing Alex’s shirt pulling them nearly inches apart from one another.
“You had better get me used to this damned body. Or so help me I will rip your heart out and eat it.” He hissed into Alex’s ear making him shiver not only in fear but also in arousal, but that was only because of Ayna’s new voice.
Alex nodded his head wrapping his arms about the other’s waist hauling him to his feet.
“Oh also your business associates have yet another assignment for you. Only after you get used to this body of course.”
Ayna sighed nodding his head.
“Well better get started then.”
Well hope you like it/ Pleas read and review.