assassins2

Sara, Delilah, and Irene stepped out of the baggage claim from the airport- they had no problem getting through airport security, since it was about the time of spring break, and planes were filled with many college students making their way to Florida to escape the freezing tundra of the northern states. They sent their knives and guns separately through the mail, so security would have absolutely no idea that the Toledo Scalper moved locations.
“There.” Sara pointed to a man wearing a grey suit and holding a sign that said ‘Kastner.’
The group walked over to the man, and nodded. Silently, they walked out of the airport, carrying their bags, and came to a black limousine. The grey suited man opened the doors, and the girls all sat down in the back seat, across from another man, in a black suit and hat.
“So the famed Toledo Scalper is actually three girls.” He laughed. “And to think that you’re some of the best assassins out there.”
“So what do you want us to do?” Sara glared at the man. He seemed familiar to her, but she couldn’t place his face. “And how much does this pay?”
“There are five people that I want you to get rid of.” The man took off his hat. Irene gasped as she realized who they were sitting across from. Justin Timberlake was hiring an assassin! “You will receive a million per person, and another million per scalp.”
“The money sounds good.” Irene said as she calmed down. “Who are the victims?”
Justin lowered his voice, trying to create a more threatening tone. “The Backstreet Boys.”
“NO!” Delilah screamed as she slapped Sara’s leg. “I refuse to kill them! I couldn’t kill the hottest guys around!”
“Thanks a lot.” Justin grumbled as he sipped the glass of wine he had stored in the cup holder. “I was told you were professionals. Professionals DON’T turn down a gig.”
“We are professionals.” Sara stated as she glanced at Delilah. “We WILL kill them, although, we want an extra two million for Nick and AJ.”
Justin came closer to Sara, while Irene, who had silently slipped over to the bottle of wine in the car, opened the top and slipped a powder in the long neck, then swirled the bottle slowly.
“I don’t know if we can do that.”
“Then we won’t kill Nick and AJ.”
Justin sighed as he leaned back against his seat. “Fine. I’ll make Lance or someone cough it up.” He pulled a manila envelope from under the seat and handed it to Sara. “This is where they live. Try to get them all in one night. It will make your job much easier.”
Sara looked over the envelope, then handed it to Irene. “Fine. Where should we meet you to get our payment?”
“Come over to my house afterwards. I’m sure Britney and I would love to celebrate NSync’s new status as the premier boy band, once you’re done and all.”
“Are we allowed to take anything from their houses?” Irene asked as she thumbed through the envelope.
“Yeah, whatever.” Justin said as he took another sip of wine. “Just do the job.”

***

“I still don’t like this.” Delilah said as she whimpered behind Sara as they walked on the houseboat where their first victim lived.
“Shut up.” Sara snapped as she turned around to stare at the elder blond. For some reason, Sara and Irene insisted that Delilah actually come with them on this job. Delilah hated that she was involved in this. She really wished that she wouldn’t have followed Sara and Irene out of the cafeteria that fateful day.
Irene stopped suddenly. There was a black kitten laying in front of her. She pointed down at the cat, and then stepped over it. Sara followed suit, and easily made her way over the kitten.
“HOLY SHIT!” Delilah screamed as she stepped on the kitten. The poor animal screamed as well, as the girl stepped on it tail.
A light flashed on in the houseboat. Kevin was awake, which was going to cause a problem. Sara and Irene both pulled out their guns, with Irene pointing hers at Delilah, and Sara trudging forward towards the light, hoping to get Kevin before he called the police.
BAM!
Delilah’s body slumped as the bullet pierced her heart, ending her life instantaneously. Irene ran from the site towards the light. Sara had both Kevin and a sandy haired woman at bay with her gun. Kevin was holding a phone, and it was still ringing.
“Go ahead.”
BAM!
Sara’s gun, which had been trained on Kevin, quickly moved from him and shot the sandy haired woman between the eyes. Kevin gasped as her blood splattered across the room, and on him as well. He also dropped the phone in the process. Sara walked closer to Kevin, keeping the gun pointed at his head the entire time.
“What do you want!?!” He whispered as he backed away from the crazed girl. He came up against the wall, and tried to get away from them, but Irene had already boxed him in, while brandishing the bread knife.
His brown eyes grew wide as he felt the one girl grab him and hold the gun to his throbbing temple. The other, he couldn't tell which was which- they were both clad from head to toe in black, walked up to him weilding the trademark oversharpened breadknife. The woman he was with was already dead... the one with the gun had turned it on his wife before she had a chance to react...
"What do you want?" He wimpered, knowing that he could probably overpower both attakers, but the one with the gun was a terrific marksman. She hadn't even tried to kill the woman who was struggling to get out of bed, and with her gun pressed against his temple.... "I'll give you anything!"
"Shut the fuck up." Irene smiled beneath her black mask, edging the breadknife close to his throat, then looked up at her partner. "Should we be nice?"
Sara nodded. "Nah. I really never liked him."
Kevin screamed as he felt the cold metal pressed against his forehead. The breadknife... he had read about the killers who had travelled the midwest, scalping and killing high profile celebrities.... and he never thought that they would be cruel enough to scalp first, then end his life. If only he hadn't dropped the phone just as Brian picked up at his end....
I really think we should kill him first." Irene whispered as she pulled the knife away from his forehead. "It's just not fair to have him suffer a tourture that should be reserved for someone like Brian."
"Just cut his bloody head off!" Sara screamed as she turned the gun towards Irene. "And if you won't do it, give me the damn knife!"
Sighing audibly, Irene shook her head as she adjusted the breadknife in her hand. "I'm sorry man."
His scream was deafening, but inaudible to the outside world. Kevin could feel the blood stinging his eyes... his blood... and he could feel the pain of the knife scraping across his skull. He wanted to pass out and die right there, but he was being punished for something. He prayed that God would forgive him in his last moments in this world, but he remained conscious. Tears, stained with blood dripped down his cheeks, as he continued his silent vigil, hoping the girls would end his life soon.
Irene held the scalp in front of Kevin's face, while Sara positioned the gun under his chin, forcing him to look up.
Another shriek escaped from his lips as he saw the black clad girl holding the chunk of skin and black hair in front of him. "Why won't you kill me?" He whispered .
Sara just laughed. "Because I want it that way."
Irene looked back at Sara as she threw Kevin's scalp in the brown plastic bag she used for such purposes. "You want the honors?"
"Nah. You're the expert carver." Sara said as she moved the gun back up towards his temple. Kevin remained crying, while he felt the now warm metal against his throat.
"This won't hurt a bit." Irene whispered as she slid the knife across his throat, cutting through the jugular, and spilling blood all over his floor. The first of the Backstreet Boys was gone, and the girls only had four more to eliminate before they received payment.
Kevin's body fell to the floor with a thud, and in the silence, the girls could hear Brian's screaming from the telephone. The girls looked at each other... this was going to be harder than they thought.
Sighing, Sara walked over to the phone and picked it up. "Bri? It's me... there was some stalker on here... Kevin took care of her."
"But I heard a gunshot."
"Yeah. That was Kevin... she charged him with a knife.... it was scary."
"Do you want me to call the cops?"
"No... I'll do it."
"You sure about this? Do you two want to come over tonight?"
Sara sighed. "Kevin can't. He's got to wait here for the police so he can explain the situation."
"Are you sure?"
"Listen, Brian, we're fine. I'll have Kevin call you first thing after the police leave."
Sara hung up the cell phone and threw it out the window, and in to the ocean. "Brian's going to probably call the police. I need to get over there in some of that woman's clothes. You get the bodies into the water."
Irene nodded as she cleaned the knife. "I sure hope that God is forgiving." She simply stated as she grabbed Kevin's limp body and drug him to the outside deck of the boat.
With one quick toss, he was out in the ocean. For her own safety, she really hoped there were sharks near, but knowing her luck, the corpse would somehow have her name written on it as it washed up on shore.
She grabbed the woman's body as well... she was quite beautiful, from what was left of her face. Sara's bullet had peirced her between the eyes, shattering most of the front of her head. She didn't have much of a face left.
"Bless you two." Irene bowed her head as she made the sign of the cross, then walked back in to the room where Sara stood, wearing a pair of the woman's jeans and a sweatshirt of Kevin's. "I'll have to burn these later." She said as she walked past Irene, and handed her partner in crime her black clothing.

***

Just drop me off at the bus stop." Sara said as Irene stopped the nondescript rental Escort. "Give me ten minutes. I'll head west after I'm done on the main road."
Sara sighed as she holstered the knife under the sweatshirt. This was going to be fun. Of all the members, she liked Brian the least. She wanted this one for herself, just so she could have the satisfaction of ending his pathetic existance.
Sara sighed as she knocked on the door of Brian's house. The strawberry blond peeked out his curtain, and smiled as he saw the woman. Without his glasses, he couldn't really make out features, so he truly believed that this was Kevin's wife.
"You must be so scared." He smiled as he opened the door. "Do you know if Kevin turned his phone off. I tried calling him again, and all I got was voicemail."
Sara walked in the house. "He's probably talking to the police still and just forgot to turn it back on."
She sat down on his living room couch. "Is Leighanne home?"
Brian shook his head. "No, she's out on a business trip. I'm suprised Kevin didn't tell you."
"Oh, okay. He's forgetful about things like that."
Sara moved her hand across her torso, just to make sure the knife was still attached to her. It was.
"So Bri, what would you have done if some crazed fangirl came after you with a knife?"
"Called the cops if I had the chance."
Sara looked around the room. There were no telephones. She smiled.
"Would you have shot her?"
Brian shook his head. "Not unless she came at me with the intent to kill."
"That's one of the commandments... thou shalt not kill."
Brian eyed Sara suspiciously. "When did you start quoting scripture?"
She smiled sweetly as she walked over to Brian and sat on his lap. "Kev's been teaching me about our saviour Jesus Christ. I never knew I could be religious.
Brian shifted nervously under Sara’s weight. “Is there a reason that you’re sitting here?”
Sara started to cry, hoping that this performace would be convincing enough to fool Brian. “I’m just so scared.” She looked in to his eyes. “And I’m so lonely.”
Brian tried to gently push her off, but instead Sara turned and straddled his lap. “I don’t think Kevin or Leighanne would like you to say that. And I know that I’m totally uncomfortable right now.”
Sara sighed as she leaned in closer to Brian. “I don’t think Kevin will ever have to find out.”
The strawberry blond was being torn in two directions. Part of him wanted to just grab this woman who was throwing herself at him and do what he pleased, while the other part kept screaming ‘commandment number nine!’
“I can’t do-“ Brian was silenced by Sara’s lips being pressed to his own. He panicked, yet this felt right. He had never let himself succumb to any temptation before. Perhaps he should see what he was missing.
Slowly, Sara pulled the knife out from underneath her sweatshirt and set it on the table next to them. This would be fun, although she would have to imagine him as someone else. Closing her eyes, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
“I still don’t know if this is right.” Brian gasped for air as he broke the kiss. “I mean, what if Kevin finds out? We're both married.”
“They can both go to hell Bri.” Sara whispered as she pulled Brian to the floor. “I want you.”
Although she wanted to puke, Sara kept the cherade up, allowing Brian to get her shirt off. She knew that she’d have to act quickly with this killing, before he realized that this wasn’t the woman she shot about a half hour prior. Keeping one hand on his ass, Sara reached up to the coffeetable where the knife was sitting, and brought it down to the floor. With a quick push, Sara was on top of him, holding the knife over his neck.
“Who are you!?!” Brian screamed as he stared up at the blond, who was only in a black bra and panties.
“I’m sure you’ve heard of me.” Sara smiled as she kissed his forehead. “I’m the Toledo Scalper.”
With one quick motion, the knife sliced through his neck, and the crimson blood gushed forth, on to Sara and the white carpet.
Sara quickly stood up and put her clothes back on. She didn’t need to take the scalp from this one… she had seen too much of him already.
Kicking his body one last time, Sara sighed as she left the house. “I hope you rot in hell, Brian.”

***

“What took you so long!?!” Irene screamed as Sara shut the car door. “You said ten minutes, and you took like a forty!”
Sara shrugged. "I had to make the pure one think some dirty thoughts before I killed him." Sara said as she cleaned her knife. "I think the experience has scarred me."
"You didn't?"
"Not all the way... I would have vomited right in his face." Sara laughed as she took the other knife from Irene and started cleaning it. "I'm sure you would have done the same thing."
"Yeah. God, how could you even stomach what you did?"
Sara just shuddered. "Any problems with yours?"
"Nah. Howie was asleep, so it was a quick gig. Who's next?"
"There's three down. Do you want to go after Nick or AJ next?"
"AJ. Nick's going to be too easy. We can have fun with him before he goes. AJ's probably going to put up a fight." Irene smiled. "I like a challenge."
The two girls pulled up to the small house, which was quite a contrast to the other residences of his associates. It was dark inside, a good sign that the victim wouldn't know what hit him.
Sara nodded to Irene, who pulled out her knife as they walked to the front door, and quietly picked the lock.
"Damn. And I thought this would be a challenge. The bitch is probably asleep."
"Just shut up... you don't want me to off you like the other one." Sara snapped as they walked through the hall toward the bedroom.
Sighing, Irene opened the bedroom door, holding the knife, ready to attack, just in case he was awake for some reason
The room was dark. The fucker's asleep.... Irene sighed as she walked toward the bed.
"DROP THE KNIFE!"
Irene wheeled in surprise as the lights flew on and AJ stood there with a shotgun to her head.
"Who sent you here!?!"
Shit! This isn't good. Irene backed away from the shotgun-weilding BSB, only to trip on the bed. She fell and screamed as she saw Sara and Nick, guns trained on each other, standing in the doorway.
"You little bitches!" AJ screamed as he grabbed Irene by the neck, picking her up. "Who the fuck sent you here!"
"Don't tell him!" Sara screamed as she cocked the gun, keeping it pointed at Nick
"But what if they decide to offer us more money?"
"We've got to finish the job!" Sara fired a shot, just grazing Nick's shoulder, causing him to drop his gun.
"I'm gonna kill you!" He screamed, tackling Sara, and hitting her head against the doorframe. She groaned as she soon slipped away from consciousness, while a trail of blood dripped from the back of her skull.
"NO! WAIT! Everybody just calm down. If I tell you, what will you offer me," Irene asked AJ.
Nick kicked the unconscious Sara as he walked over to AJ and Irene. "Do you think we should even listen?"
"What choice do you have," Irene asked slyly. "I'm the only one who can tell you what's going on, since you knocked her out. You might be interested in what I have to say. I could make you an offer you can't refuse."
"I think we should just call the cops." Nick said, rubbing his arm.
"Now how can you do that if you're dead," asked Sara as she stood up with the gun in hand.
"Like I said," said Irene. "I could make you an offer you can't refuse."
"So what? What's this offer?" Nick said, pulling his gun back out and pointing it at Sara.
"If you drop your weapons we may be able to discuss something."
"Only if you drop yours."
"Agreed."
Still staring at each other, both Sara and Nick placed their handguns on the ground, then stood up, still staring at each other.
"Sit down." AJ said, motioning to Sara. The blond, who had a large gash in the back of her head from where she had been pushed in to the doorframe, slowly made her way over to the bed, then sat next to her friend.
"Who sent you, and how much are they paying you?" AJ whispered as he folded his arms. "We may have an offer for you."
Irene looked at Sara, who wasn't doing too well. She had a little blood dripping from the head wound, and was visibly starting to slip back out of conciousness. Sara slowly nodded.
"Justin Timberlake. He wants the BSB out of the picture so *NSYNC can become more popular. If you try to doublecross us, we can have this framed on someone else. Also, we can get Carter there for assult for doing this to her." Irene pointed at Sara, who was now laying flat on her back, passed out from her injury. She wasn't doing to well.
AJ growled. "I should have known the balding bastard would want us dead."
Nick continued to rub his arm. His shark tattoo would never be the same now. "I still think we should call the cops."
"Wait." Irene said, grabbing Nick's arm and staring at the wound. "We're both doctors here, and we'll get you fixed up, as long as you don't call the cops. And, we were actually hoping to have a reason to retaliate against Timberlake."
AJ pushed Irene away from Nick and back on to the bed. "So how much were they paying you for this?"
"Twelve million. Two for Kevin, Brian and Howie, and three for you two."
"So if we gave you say, twelve million, you'd kill them for us?"
Sara moaned as she sat up, rubbing her throbbing head. "You've got one problem though. If we kill all of them, you two become the prime suspects. With the other members of the BSB gone, plus *NSYNC gone, wouldn't that give you two the full opportunity to go on as Johnny No Name and whatever the hell you're doing on the side Carter?"
"She's got a point AJ." Nick sighed as he continued rubbing his arm. "Maybe if we just got rid of Timberlake and two others, we'd be safe."
"Fine then." AJ stated as he picked up his shotgun. "You two will kill Justin Timberlake, but we're coming along, just to make sure you don't doublecross us or anything."
"Fine." Irene smiled as she stood up. "Now if you don't mind, we've only got three more hours to do this. So come on boys, we've got to get this party started."