#552 words

For the AU Scene Challenge at Richonne Writing Network

“I think I just met the most beautiful girl in Japan.”

 Michonne smirks as she continues to hold her Kimber 1911 directly at his face. She tilts her head and takes a big, satisfied breath. Rick’s own grin grows wider as he looks the assassin up and down. She is gorgeous, he has to give it to her. She’s dressed in an expensive black suit, no doubt hand tailored to fit her many, many curves. Her legs are long in those skinny dress pants, hugging her hips and thighs and calves as they stop right at her ankles.

 “I like those heels.” Rick comments as he stays seated in his chair behind his desk.

 “Yeah? They’re my favorite.” She answers calmly, her voice silky and smooth.

 “You wore your favorite shoes to kill me? I’m honored.”

 “You should be.”

 Rick smiles even harder, biting his lip as his blue eyes continue to roam along her. He likes her, even though she’s here to kill him. He taps his long fingers on the desk before he leans back, throwing his arms behind his head, “I’m assuming you’ve taken care of my guards?”

 “Yep.” She sighs,  “All dead.”

 He nods slowly, smirking, “Impressive. I didn’t even hear you coming.”

 Michonne shrugs as she closes one of her eyes, lining his forehead up in the sights of her favorite weapon. She tilted her head to the opposite side before flicking her dark eyes up at him again, “Oh, wouldn’t you like to hear me coming…”

 This causes Rick to laugh heartily, “Nasty girl.” He really likes this woman.

 “Mr. Yomata told you to leave Japan.”

 He nods again, “That he did.”

 “But yet, here you are, interrupting my Friday night.” She smiles.

 “You of all people should know underground criminals aren’t the best at following directions.” He whispers the last part of his sentence, adding a little more theatrics to the rather light atmosphere.

 It’s Michonne’s turn to laugh. He’s a character, she has to give it to him. If these were different circumstances, she’d like to get to know him a little better. He’s slightly funny, he looks pretty good in a suit, and he’s the best cocaine smuggler and arms dealer that she’s had the privilege to kill. She’d probably enjoy working for this idiot. They stare at each other for a few beats, confident smirks playing on both their faces but for two completely different reasons. She’s confident that he’s not leaving this room in any other capacity than in a body bag; he’s confident that he’ll be whistling Dixie with her ankles around his ears in a few hours.

 Rick goes to stand but stops short when a bullet whizzes past his head. His mouth drops open but curves into a smile, “You missed.”

 “On purpose. Don’t move again.”

 “Can I make you a deal?” He asks, quirking an eyebrow toward the ceiling.

 “Absolutely not.”

 “I’ll double whatever he’s paying you.” She shakes her head slowly, “Triple?”

 “This isn’t about money,” She shrugs, tilting her head again, “This is my reputation here. Once I’m in a room, only one person leaves. That’s how it’s always been, that’s how it’ll be tonight.”

 Rick takes another breath, drumming his fingers against the desk again, “Seems were at an impasse then.”

… he drove an electric car.

What kind of person actually drove an electric car?

… at least he fit in it. Somehow. It looked a bit like Origami. He folded himself into the car and looked at her until she stopped staring. Seriously, it looked the tiniest bit like there was more person than space, so... she shook her head. Tall people apparently can manage, too.

The sound of my closet door creaking open woke me up. I glance at the clock at the side of my bed. Seven o’ two blinks back at me. I pull the covers down and crane my neck to look across the room. The door to my closet is opened, just a crack. I shrug and rest my head on my pillow again, deducing that it was just my imagination.

Seconds later, the door creaks again. I sigh and push myself up into a sitting position. I look at my closet, and my pulse quickens. Peeking out from behind the door, is a face drained of any color. It belongs to a girl, but I can only figure that from the long, thin, and stringy hair that hangs limply down her back. Her face is thin and her cheek bones look as if they are going to rip through her flesh.

She has a small, bony finger wrapped around the door handle, and it’s almost as if she is hanging as opposed to standing. She catches my gaze, and her cracked lips move slightly, as if trying to say something, but nothing comes out.

I’m frozen in my bed, not knowing what to do. I watched as she lets a tiny foot emerge. She takes a cautious step out of the closet before stepping with the other foot. I stare in both wonder and fear as she rests her hands on the floor. She begins to take steps closer to my bed, on all four, like an animal in the wild.

As she comes closer, I shrink back into my pillows, in hopes that they may engulf me. When she manages to reach the end of my bed, she crouches there and grasps the blanket tightly in her frail fingers. She peeks up over the edge, watching me intently.

Then, before I knew what was happening, she changed. He face grew longer, sharper, her teeth now protruding from her mouth in the shape of dangerous fangs. Her limps stretch and become thinner, if that was even possible. Her eyes, which were once dull gray, were now completely black, like an black hole that could suck you in. Her fingernails, that were clutching my blanket, were now long, more like claws than nails.

She pushed herself up, sending her flying onto my bed and directly up to me. Her hands grabbed around the lower portion of my face, covering my mouth. She leaned in close, holding my head in place, as she brought her nose closer to me. She sniffed quickly and immediately began snorting wildly, as if she was an animal who had smelled something foul.

But whatever smell she disagreed with, did not deter her. She opened her mouth in a growl, baring her sharp fang-like teeth. I tried to scream, I tried flailing my limbs in an attempt to break free, but it was all futile. All I remember was her fangs baring closer and closer, before everything went dark and the only sound I could hear is my closet door creaking.