Tuesday, 18 September 2012

Letters, Questions and Four men

Good afternoon! well evening, and here i am again! how occasional do i have to be! So slowly painting my bridge and I were talking about our blogs and how i haven't written one in ages and ages. Maybe i needed kick starting into writing again, and after getting a little inspiration form the Road to creativity (great blog steph i enjoy reading it!) Here it goes.

So slowly painting my bridge had a birthday not so  long ago and for her birthday i decided to write a lwetter a day for her (all in one go and all in a nice box to keep.) but wow had i underestimated the task?! Yes!

So heres the question, if you had to write a letter a day to anyone for a year who would it be and what would your first letter say?

Now i'm quite used to writing letter to my pen friend but recently i haven't really written anything but i've been reading! I've gone back through all my marian keyes books and re read the lot. So whats your favourite book? and why?


Alright, Extract time. and it's a long one. Feedback welcome. XxX



Four men.

She looked around as she came in, but somehow she didn’t see him by the door way.
She wouldn’t have recognised him if she had.
Watching her he saw her glance through a sheaf of papers held loosely in her hands then drop them onto a small table. Other things were clearly on her mind.
So far he had seen ten of the eleven members of the K.T. This was the eleventh.
The second deadly woman, the fourth ranking member, shortly to be shunted down to five.
He had met her trainee a few days earlier and had been impressed by what he saw.
Tiger had not been like Bears protégée Eagle, he was an all round perfect hit man who didn’t quail at causing a woman pain.
“This one,” He thought “Always needs a reason to kill.”
He watched her sigh and move towards the half open door way slowly and pause there, not knocking to announce herself.
“At least she didn’t pass that trait on to him.”
Her breathing steadied out into low long breaths.
Cat, Bear and Lion had been in Lion’s meeting room for a while now,
‘Nearly two hours.’ he contemplated watching her brow furrow. He felt his own brow crease. He knew what they were discussing in there and was interested to see her reaction.
   He took a step towards her as she took a small step back rocking on her heels as if wanting to turn away from what she was hearing but couldn’t.
Then her eyes widened in shock and he found himself wanting to hug her, to comfort her. This of course would not do her any good.
He kept moving slow footstep after slow footstep matching her breathing until he was only a step behind her. She took another step and his arm’s closed around her waist.
“Eavesdropping,” he started in his deep tone “Never did any one any good.”
She tried to turn so he placed his hands at the crook of her elbows forcing her to stay still.
She smiled, and suddenly he wasn’t sure if she was who he thought she was.
“Your name girl?”
She didn’t answer, so quietly; almost like sharing a secret he whispered his request again into her ear.
“Your name?”
“You tell me yours.” She started, turning her head towards him slightly. “And I’ll consider telling you mine.”
He let himself smile at that response and buried his head into her hair his cheek along side hers.
He had done the same to the other one many years ago, he could remember how she smelt, the perfume she wore, and how her hair had been dark not as dark as this woman before him. He breathed in a deep satisfying sniff and relaxed into her sent.
“I can smell the fire in your soul.” he said partly hoping to scare her a little. But she smiled again.
“I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.” She replied.
He chuckled at that.
“So you must be Rabbit.”
He ran a hand through her hair
“Soft, light hearted and fluffy.”
He ran his hand down following the curvature of her spine.
“Lion certainly has a high opinion of you.”
She straightened up as he reached the base of her back.
“But personally,” he continued. “I don’t see the fluffy, soft, light hearted, rabbit.”
He wrapped his hands once more round her waist and pulled her into him.
“I see the sly, dangerous, and quick, Fox.”
He reached over her and tugged at her hair his hand stroking her cheek.
She opened he mouth to retort but the door swung open and Cat cast them both a half approved glance.
For half a second he thought she was going to say something any way, but Cat motioned back towards the meeting room.
“I take it you’re ready.”
Fox motioned towards the table with the stack of notes and Cat shook her head slightly glancing at the man.
“A million reasons not, to kill someone.”
She looked back at Fox.
“If you worked twice as hard at just doing your job then you’d probably have my job.”
Fox kept her eyes on Cat not glancing towards him.
“Good job I don’t then.”
She headed into the room without a backwards glance as Cat turned back to the man.
“What is it with you and dark haired women?”
Fox didn’t see his smile or Cat’s returning frown.

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As soon as Fox left the office, Cat turned to Lion.
“I know you place a lot of trust on her,”
Lion didn’t reply.
“And I know your predecessor admired her compassion,”
Lion leaned forward slightly folding his arms on the table in front of him.
“Cat, the point you’re trying to make would help me a lot.”
Bear next to him smiled. 
“Keep Harry away from her.”
Lion tipped his head sideways curiously.
“I can see history repeating itself.” she said pushing her blond hair over her shoulders. Lion smiled.
“Your compassion rarely surfaces” He started. “And I never would have guessed you would have some for Fox.” He leant back on his chair. “The pair of you has more disagreements than any of my operatives put together, and I have already made you one promise today.”
Cat nodded and looked at Bear.
“You can go Cat; I wish to speak to Bear privately.”

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Harry watched her closely over the next few days, watching her make her calls on Lion’s clients collecting money or excuses the job that none of the others wanted.
Then he watched her kill.
Lion had already told him that this was a rare occurrence one that came with a lot of protests normally.
Harry had wanted to see her kill, ever since he had read her file read how she had made her first hit. And then the blow came.
Max.
He had kissed her.
Max.
 All the years had not erased his name from harry’s memory.
Max.
His arms had folded round her.
 Both there smiles had matched. Max couldn’t know what she did. If he knew how she silently built up the trust in Lions clients, and then just as silently killed them for their empty promises of repayment, there would be trouble between them.
Max. He was the one who had picked the boy to die instead of the girl. He was the one who had been just as heartbroken to see the girls blood shower down onto the grey office carpet. Max. He was the one, out of the two of them who had found Fox. Felicity Witchley and Max Sanders. He would not last.

Harry wasn’t the only one who watched Fox and Max together that early October morning. Adam watched too. Regretful that his time with her had been cut short. Envious that she smiled with Max instead of him. Neither he nor Harry saw the forth man. 

Even the early October morning had shadows, places to hide in, places to watch from but Xander Cages eyes were not on Fox. They had been, until he had seen Harry.

As Fox passed Adam, he heard a phone ring out. Both Max and fox scrabbled to find there cell phones then Smiling he heard fox say
“It’s me. Hello?”
They started walking again Fox clearly in the middle of a one way conversation she still looked happy but her eyes had lost there light.
“Okay, thanks.” She rang off.
Max noticing her pace slowing as she stowed her phone back into her pocket matched step with her.
“Problem at work?” he asked.
She smiled up at him, interlocking her fingers with his once more.
“Nothing that can’t wait until morning.” The light returned as she looked at him.
“Where do you fancy going for dinner?” He asked, “I don’t feel like forcing you to wash up after you’ve been working so hard.”