One. Two. Three. DOWN!

[Kanchana]

Caden. Hedvige.

They fought without gloves, there was no point. With or without gloves, these men could kill. But this wasn't the idea tonight, well it was for Caden at least.

He was ready to kill this man, for this was his project. His master, someone who would alwasys remain unnamed, had chosen his fat, ugly lump to become the next corpse in the ground.

"Weak," he spat, leaping forwards with a roundhouse kick. It landed right in the fat man's gut, forcing him to double over with pain.
"Fat," he hissed as another kick connected with the man. The fat rolls seemed to wobble in slow motion as he felt a rib snap.
The crowd fell silent, suprised that this man who seemed to be only 16, maybe younger, was beating up a fully grown man.

But Caden was 17 and nothing like the pathic weaking in front of him. He was a born killer. Taken from his family at the dear age of 4, he had been raised and trained to kill.
"The perfect killer has no friends. Only targets." he muttered, only heard by himself. This was one of many sayings which had been drilled into his head.

With a final jump, he landed on the man, forcing him to sook on the ground before him.
A whimper left his mouth, but then nothing.

He was dead.

All the eyes in the room seemed to be on him, staring in an unbelieving way. But then the uproar came. Not in disgust, but suprise.
"Nobody liked that old bugger anyway!" someone yelled and Caden glared at him. No emotion passed his face, his job was done and that was that.
A killers job was never suprising, and yet the cheers suprised him. But, this was the Blackmarket town after all.


OOC: "The perfect killer has no friends. Only targets." is a quote from The Way of the Shadows - Brent Weeks.

[Kanchana]

Caden. Hedvige.

The eyebrow rose in question, oddly coloured eyes roaming the length of her body, pausing for a moment over her chest area.
"So could I," he said finally, eyes dropping to the pile on the floor. A smiled crept onto his mouth, a cruel smile as he watched her.
"I like to have my fun."

The massive shoulders rolled, eyes following the movements of the sexy killer in front of him. He knew, that some of the best killers in the world were women....they bodies were lethal.

He paused, remembering the familar shape and voice. Then it clicked, this wasn't any woman. She was a Mallard. They were up the top, just like him.
"Well, mooi, what do we owe the pleasure for?" he asked quietly over the roar of the crowd. Silently, he span and glared at the crowd. Quickly, they fell to silence.
"Would you like to take this else where?" he asked, offering her a arm.

OOC: Mooi means 'beautiful' in dutch.

[Kanchana]

Caden. Hedvige.

He chuckled though it might of seemed fake to some and bowed in a mocking fashion.
"Of course, sexy," he said with a sly wink and followed her down the steps of the ring. Her high heels making a slight clunk on every metal sheet.

He glided her into the back room, a place where they could talk in private.
"So, Mallard girl," he said "What brings you here?" he asked, grinning as he lent backwards in the chair. Most would be nervous, two killers in a room, but he was completey at ease. If she wanted to kill him, she wouldof tried already.

He stood once more, walking over to the bar and pouring two drinks. His back turned to her, though he never stopped listening. An old habit.

The room was simple, yet lavish. The red fabric rugs were soft underfoot, imported from somewhere over seas. The couches were black leather, soft and sleek in there ways. He turned, muscled chest rippling as he moved gracefully and held two scotch glass in hand.
"There you ok," he said, putting it in her hand and sitting across from her and waited.

[Kanchana]

Caden. Hedvige.

A single eyebrow lifted, watching her take a sip and then another. He sat and listened in silence, hearing what her story was. Simple really.

The massvie shoulders heaved slightly as he shrugged, drinking his own drink.
"I was hired, I got a job, I finished the job...but decided to have some fun with him first," he said, winking at her slightly. He decided he liked this girl, 16 or how ever old she was. She was an assassin, nothing wrong with that. She was a cold blooded killer, the more the better. She was sexy and sassy put into one.

The legs uncrossed and recrossed, he couldn't help but be impressed by the shape of them.
"álainn," he said, noticing the wink and wondered why she was really here. He was trying not to noticed how little underwear there was. Really, unless she wanted to be taken right here right now, she needed to stop flirty. He felt himself go hard on and thanked himself for wearing loose pants. At least she could not notice.
"So, why are you here? I mean, speaking to me?" he asked, rocking back on his chair slightly.

[Kanchana]

Caden. Hedvige.

Love was a weakness. But lust wasn't.
A large hand extended, grabbing her wrist tightly and yanking her back to him.
"Since when do killers blush?" he asked, voice low and husky with want. The eyes swept over her face, taking in the colour with amusment.

Another yank had her on his lap, her arms crossed around her like a hug and sat her between his thick legs.
Nothing was between then, only the material of his jeans and her flowing skirt.

His lips lowered, hovering by her ear and whispered.
"I don't do grilfriends," he whispered huskily "I do girls and maybe a assassin partnership."

[Kanchana]

Caden. Hedvige.

"I'm sure you do," he murmered lips pressing against her neck and working his way up to her cheek.
"Whats your name anyways?" he asked, not really caring but wondered all the same.

A smile crept onto his face, looking at her flusted face and body.
"Maybe an excpetion could be made..." he whispered nibbling on her chin "The pair of killers..hmm...I could get used to that idea."
"Couldn't you?" He asked, standing and with a fluid movement pulled her into his arms, craddling her there. Long, even steps took them to the couch and he paused slightly, dropping her onto the couch. Quickly, he was beside her, one arm over her shoulder, the other brushing alongside her cheek.
"Here?" he asked, breathing into her ear "Or my place?"
He pushed himself into her slightly, letting her know what she was in for.
He wasn't cruel, but this girl had spark. Not something he often saw.

[Kanchana]

Caden. Hedvige.

a smirk crept upon his face, ocean blue eyes following her hands as they slid towards his pants. The simple movements were the answer to his question. It was her choice, she seemed to actually want it.
He rolled her into the couch, his large hands resting on her clothed rump as he mushed his lips to hers.

A sudden jerk had the flowing skirt around her waist, another sent the silken shirt following. He noticed the action with the gun and smiled lightly his hands running down her thighs and feeling the blade strapped to the inside there.
"Naughty naughty," he breathed deeply, removing the weapon and forced her thighs apart with his knee before covering her once more with his body.

Her plump breasts were thrust invitingly towards his face, and he unhooked the bra with a practised movement. He met her gaze quickly, noting the look of content there before forcing himself into her.

[Kanchana]

Caden. Hedvige.

He pushed her further into the couch, his whole body covering every inch of her and thrusted deeper. Did it hurt her? Did he ever care? He was here for the ride, not for the tears and feelings.

He yanked her closer,lodging himself so deep within her it was hard to believe he would be able to get out.
"How many have you killed?" he whispered into her ear and nuzzled her neck "hmm?"
He, for some reason, wanted to know more about this girl.

[Kanchana]

Caden.

He grinded himself against her and chuckled at the number, deep chest moving as he pulled her closer. He had killed more, though many would claim half of them were not his.
He bit her neck, leaving a strawberry red mark, and dragged her down his body.
"Maybe this could work then," he said and was cut off by her moan. She liked it? He rose an eyebrow but continued, well at least it wasnt tears.

[Kanchana]

He thrusted deeper, listening to her words and though he would never admit it to her, he was somewhat enjoying this.
"Well, I think I can change his mind," he said with a cruel smile, clutching her breast in his hand and squeasing it hard, not caring if it caused her pain.
Let her feel what he could do, he thought, let her know what she was getting into.
Because, if they became 'partners' there would be a lot more of this.

[Kanchana]

He sighed quietly, wishing she would shut up, but unable to bother himself by asking.
"I thought you studied me," he said quietly, forcing himself deeper "I thought you knew my art."
He grinned "there are ways to get answers from everyone." He wrapped a hand in her hair, pulling it tight and dragging her closer, and finished his game before dropping her and standing up from the couch.
"Get dressed," he ordered, uncaring if she was in pain or sore and started to pull on his own clothes.
"We have work to do."

[Kanchana]

He pulled the white shirt over his head, buttoning it a few times before going to her.
His arms wrapped around her, his head dropping beside his ear and he nibbled it for a moment, taking the short weapon from her hand.
"Hmm classy," he mumbled, putting it in the sheath on her inner thigh and letting his hand trace her curves once more before pulling away.
She wouldn't turn on him, not now, he was sure.

He moved away, heading towards the neatly stacked cupboard and pulled out a few locked boxes.
"There is nothing," he said while putting it together easily "as good as a brand new LMG 460."
He cocked it, aiming at something to check someting but didn't fire. Yet.
Searching the neat cupboard once more, he pulled out several smaller guns and strapped them to easy to reach places.
"Let's get this show on the road," he looked over his shoulder and eyed her barley clothed body.
"Nights wasting."