Anya Jenkins

“If you ever decide to go, I want a warning. You know, big flashing red lights, and one of those clocks that counts down like a bomb in a movie? And there’s a whole bunch of colored wires, and I’m not sure which is the right one to cut, but I guess the green one, and then at the last second ‘No! The red one!’ and then click, it stops with three-tenths of a second left, but then you don’t leave. Like that, okay?”

Anya Christina Emanuella Jenkins, twenty years old. Born on the fourth of July, and don’t think there weren’t jokes about that my whole life, mister, ‘cause there were. “Who’s our little patriot?” they’d say, when I was younger, and therefore smaller and shorter than I am now.

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     “Hey Dawnie. Oh, and Anya! And.. Me?”

“Let’s see some ID.”

"Really? Fine, here."

"If it's blood you're looking for, I'm not your gal. Seriously, I'm not tasty at all."

The dizziness was making her vision blurry, her body felt weak and her ears were ringing. The stinging pain of the bullet wound in her left side was almost unbearable. Blood was dripping onto the hand that was covering the wound up. A hospital was nearby, but that wasn’t an option for the assassin. Natasha stumbled her breathing was coming in small rasps, unable to stand the pain anymore she fell to her knees. 

"Alright, so what kind of witchcraft are you wanting?"