killercrowe:

Safia almost rolled her eyes at this man, this arrogant and cocky man as he stood there tapping his finger against his gun waiting for her motion. He was so sure of himself and his surroundings, so assured of his victory that he felt confident to play with her as though she was some minor opponent, the mouse to his cat. Safia might have been offended but she did not mind being underestimated.

She kept her position and let her eyes flick to the body that now slumped between floor and chair as at had fallen. The only emotion that registered within Safia at the sight was not grief, nor regret, but relief. Christian was dead and gone, just as she had wanted. In truth she had not known if she could pull the trigger on her mentor, he had raised her to respect him, a strong programming that had allowed him his liberties while she was younger and such programming was difficult to shake off it was so ingrained.

She looked back to Dean and tilted her head to the side as if sizing him up. She knew that he had been in this kitchen and that all her normal weapons would no longer be in their hiding places, or would be relieved of ammunition, she knew she had been set up with the knife, it was why he had moved on her so quickly, it had been expected. She had been betrayed and set up, she had come downstairs unarmed and all she had at her disposal was a knife, and everyone knew it was pointless bringing a knife to a gun fight.

He waited for her to bring the fight to him, but she knew he had the higher ground and it made the decision easier for her. “Screw this sugar.” Safia turned and was fleeing for the door she had come through. She heard the shot and sensed the bullet fly by and lodge in the door frame. It had only been a warning shot. She stepped and spun out of sight, her long legs taking her quickly the way she wanted to go and she slid with ease around the next bend dropping low. She knew he could follow her easily and as he rounded the corner she attacked. He was quick and her knife was lodged into his leg missing the artery which had been her target. He grabbed her hair yanking her up and she responded with a blow to the solar plexus and within three seconds had taken his weapon and flipped it back so it was now pointed at him angled between his ribs for his heart….assuming the S.O.B had one. 

A low, throaty chuckle emerged from Dean’s throat. The more Safia struggled against him, the more endearing she seemed. Deep down, Dean knew she was as lethal as he was, but still, he enjoyed the scuffle  with the beauty. The bitter sting of where the stainless steel blade grazed his neck was growing by the second as he stood motionless to watch her. Silently, he assessed the room, the situation. He anticipated every move she could possibly make at the time that they ran through her own mind. 

He wasn’t surprised when she bolted for the door. Her legs were swift, but his hand was lightning fast. Within a millisecond his already cocked and loaded gun was raised, aimed just to the side of her head. Killing her already would take the fun in the chase. The wood whittled from the impact of the bullet, causing her to glance over at it. In the time she turned her head, he was already lunging towards her, his broad arms roping around her frame to subdue her as he plucked her from where she hid. Their embrace was filled with anger and rage, both killers grunting as they exerted their force on one another. Their bodies were twisted and entwined in a sick tango of metal and bloodshed. 

For a moment, Safia had the upper hand. Her fingers still gripped the knife she claimed in the kitchen, wrenching it upwards to overtake him. Dean jutted backwards only enough to barely dodge the blade as it slid over his thigh, finding it’s sinking point just next to his femur, leaving a trail of broken skin where it had almost landed. He yelled out in pain as he gripped the handle, blood trickling out of his wound. He noticed as Safia scrambled and slipped his own gun from his hands after a direct shot to his chest, hot heavy breaths blasting past his lips as he stood there. In one swift motion and a grunt, he ripped the knife from his leg and tossed it, the metal clanking against the road. His eyes grew cold and dark, laden with every thought of killing her he had. Safia’s eyes were fixated down the barrel on his chest, giving her the distraction as he gritted his teeth, bringing his unharmed leg out to completely knock her footing out from beneath her. His hand clutched at the gushing laceration, willing his thigh not to collapse before he threw himself on top of her body, pushing every ounce of weight he contained onto her.

(Source: deansommers)

killercrowe:

It did not take Safia long to regain her composure and to realise the double cross and the blind that had been pulled on her. It seemed that Safia denying Christian any right to her person any further than he had already taken from her had left a sour taste in his mouth and this was his revenge. It was a good revenge she gave him that, she had not seen this betrayal coming.

She should have.

It had to have been him that had given her up on the last job, the one that he had then turned around to bring her back under his roof and his guidance. Safia would kill him for what he had done. Her loyalty to him for teaching her the craft and saving her from the streets had ended the moment she saw that…man…sitting at the table. Not good thing he had ever done before outweighed the terrible costs now that he had shown his hand. Christian would die and it would not be a swift death. 

Safia took a deep breath, this was by far the most emotional she had been in many years but she would not let the emotions hold her nor hurt her. Her hand was on the carving knife on the bench and she was sliding across the top of the counter to come down behind Dean before she had even finished exhaling. She brought the knife to his throat as she landed. “Oh I bet they are. It seems the price of dining in this home is remarkably high.” Her eyes moved to Christian which gave Dean the opening he needed but she was still fast and before he could get his chair back into her chest and wind her she was moving, knife raised in a defensive pose waiting for Dean’s next play. Christian remained seated where he was clearly waiting for an entertaining show. 

Safia hoped he enjoyed these moments for they would be his last. 

It amused Dean as Safia jumped to her reflexive instincts and slid over the counter. Dean had already anticipated the move, having surveyed Christian’s kitchen for several hours, taking in every possible inch, corner, empty space and piece of furniture that laid within it. The moment he felt the cold stainless steel blade graze his adam’s apple, he smirked. His hand already gripping the .40 caliber glock that rested beneath his belt, the barrel pointed right at her abdomen. 

“It’s too bad you didn’t make the cut, sweetheart. I would have loved to watch you eat your last meal.”

He brought his elbow back hard into her side, his chair sliding back as his foot collided with the wood, breaking off a support beam from the bottom. He saw the cold look in her eyes and laughed directly at her, knowing that she would be fiesty and a bit harder of a mark than he’d originally planned for. He followed her gaze to Christian as he sat like a coward, slumped down in his seat. 

“What? Him?” Dean’s voice bellowed out in the silent kitchen, with the exception of heavy panting between the two killers and whipped out the glock from his back, the silencer extended from the barrel. Without hesitation, he shot Christian at a high angle down into his head, watching his body tense before dropping to the floor. He knew Safia wanted to kill him for herself, and he loved the satisfaction of taking that, too, from her. “Maybe now you’ll focus a little more.”

He stared at her from across the room. He taunted her with his eyes, his finger tapping against the side of the gun. His actions beckoned for her to make the first move, rather than offing her instantly. This one, he wanted to play with this one. It was no fun unless a little blood was shed for foreplay before the big act.

(Source: deansommers)

killercrowe:

Dean Sommers Doesn’t Exist: A Perfect Hit :: @SafiaCrowe ::

deansommers:

The familiar sound of the telephone rang out across the penthouse suite. Dean’s legs, folded up onto an ottoman shifted as he turned to look over his shoulder at the table on which the phone sat, taking in the view of the ocean for a moment before scrambling up to answer. He groaned on his…

Christian had become strange in the days that Safia had been with him, remote and detached. Not once had he attempted to even touch her, which relieved her some because she did not have to tell him no once again. 

At dinner the night before he had been even stranger, he made a call between the main course and dessert and spent the whole time looking over his cake at her with a strange smile that did much to unsettle her. She wondered if he decided he did not wish to be retired and he did not wish her to be the heir of his knowledge. If that was going to be the case she would have something to say about it. The student had long out done the master and she would snap his neck as soon as anything else. He might have been her teacher but he had never been the best of men. What sort of man takes a young girl and does what he had done. Teach her to kill and take all that was innocent about her away. She owed him much good and bad. 

And now it was breakfast and she was expected to join him in the sunshine on the deck for the meal. She strolled downstairs, wearing little but still armed. She was taking no chances. But as she walked out on to the deck she froze in step, adrenalin instantly surging through her body. “You!?” She spoke the word accusingly. That man was the last person she expected to see, or wanted to see. 

Some time had passed since Dean spoke to Christian last. It gave him more and more time to perfect his plan of attack on that Safia Crowe. With having many informants came many risks of what to believe. Any wrong move and Dean could be struggling for his life, or losing it. Though it proved to be very unlikely to pull such a move over on Dean, he kept his head low. He knew that at any moment, Christian could turn on him, leaving his little huntress to chase after Dean. It would be amusing, but after a while, it would be annoying and he would have to end her quickly and effortlessly. 

For a while, Dean watched the security feeds Christian had supplied him with. It made Dean chuckle to watch Safia feel so comfortable and right at home with the man who would sell her to the highest buyer. She never even began to question her faith in Christian as he led her astray. Day by day, he fed her bullshit lies of false protection and fake mentoring. Christian has been a father-like figure to Safia. Oh, how her face would be sodden with shock and dismay to learn the truth of how petty and vile Christian really was. 

The day had finally arrived for Dean to make his move. With more help from Christian, he made his way into the home before Safia had even awoken. With the most silent of steps and carefulness to his every move, he entered the room that she stayed in, his eyes falling upon her up close in person. He would be crazy to not, for a moment, take in her beauty. There was not a soul that could deny that she was one of the most beautiful women he had laid eyes on. It was a shame he would be the one to take it from her.

Dean ventured down to the kitchen, his hands rubbing together with a smug smile as he approached a seemingly nervous Christian.

“What’s for breakfast, rat?” 

He took a spot at the table, eating a full breakfast Christian’s help prepared. He nodded in appreciation while drinking down his coffee until hearing stirring off to the side. 

“You!?”

He grinned and dug into his waffles, spearing some sausage along with it. You know, you really should try the Belgian waffles… They’re to die for.

The familiar sound of the telephone rang out across the penthouse suite. Dean’s legs, folded up onto an ottoman shifted as he turned to look over his shoulder at the table on which the phone sat, taking in the view of the ocean for a moment before scrambling up to answer. He groaned on his way to pick up the receiver, his getaway being tarnished, as he had hoped for a peaceful vacation.

“Sommers.” He half-snorted into the phone, the line silent for a moment before the voice of one of his informants began to speak. “Always a pleasure to hear from you. And the intel? What do you have to give me on Crowe?” His brows furrowed as the voice continued. Dean grew restless as it rambled, his eyes observing his room on the coast of Monaco, searching for any signs of a breach. It was until the name ‘Crowe’ was uttered that he found interest.

“Safia… you’ve got her?” His grin slowly spread when receiving such information, quickly committing it to memory. Amused with the whereabouts of his foe, he stood up and took one last look at paradise, stretching slightly as he gazed. his smile was infallible as he spoke to the informant once more, his eyes fixed on the crashing waves of the ocean. “Maybe you are good for something, Christian.”

With one swift motion, the call was ended, the phone tossed upon the ground as he stood in the one spot, staring out into the ocean. He envisioned his plan, as though it had been imprinted on a film strip. Oh how he would execute the kill of Safia Crowe, and how he would watch her body become rid of the life it once possessed. The roaring ocean served as a background for a most devious plan. In time, he would conquer one of the most revered assassins in the world, and he knew exactly how to do it.