Chapter Two - Jean

    A girl walked majestically into the Eros' Eyes nightclub. She was almost 17, though her ID said 22. She had brown hair and black eyes. Beautiful yet heavy makeup obscured her actual face.

    She wore a white blouse, a white skirt and white heels. She also wore white elbow length leather gloves on her arms.

    She scanned the room. On the dance floor were many unprofessional dancers. She spotted her target by the bar. Smiling, she walked there confidently, brushing her hand on his back as she sat to get his attention. She succeeded, yet acted blissfully oblivious to his stare.

    "Bartender, a glass of martini please." she ordered.

    "Make that a couple, on me." he added. He turned to her "I honestly prefer tequila. I think it's better."

     She did not reply. The bartender soon brought over the drinks. He downed his in one gulp, while she barely tasted hers. He looked at her and she smiled back coquettishly.

    "I think a martini's better" she finally answered. Turning to the bartender, she ordered, "Another glass for him."

    It was brought over and he downed it at once. He drank drink after drink as they came. Soon he was tipsy and became very chatty in his drunken state. The girl however, had barely tasted hers.

    Looking him over, she recounted his profile. His name was James Morrison, son of Dave Morrison, an international wine exporter who undercover was a big time pimp.

    James was about 24. Tall, brawny, with brown hair and brown eyes. An all round ladies magnet and playboy, she viewed him as a fool who would sleep with the first girl who said hi. Bad for him, good for her. She smiled.

    After a few more drinks (on James obviously), he began to slur.

    "Babwee, I shust reawised we haven't danced yet. I want to swoke the fwoor."

     He led her to the dance floor. He danced sloppily, then stopped as some vomit came into his mouth. She took him to the club bathroom, where she patted his back as he emptied his bowels.

    After washing his face, he turned to her, smiling mischievously.

    "Hey hey hey! I haven't seen you without clothes."

    She fiddled shyly with her gloves.

    "I'm not ready yet." She said.

    "C'mon baby, don't be shy." he coaxed as he walked towards her.

    She looked quite coy on the outside, but was smirking devilishly on the inside. Everything was working according to plan.

    "Let's wait a little longer" she begged, backing up against the wall.

    "I don't wanna wait."he said, putting his hands on the wall as he bent to kiss her. Suddenly, he stopped cold. He looked down at his stomach. Her hands were inside him.

    Her face turned dark and ruthless.

    "I said no, jerk!" she said as she twisted her hands inside him, before forcefully pulling them out.

    She looked at her murderous hands in glee. From her formerly harmless leather gloves now protruded small sharp blades. She twisted her hands back and forth and the blades went back in. She repeated the motions with her arms pointing downwards. The blood formerly on her gloves were now on the floor. Her white gloves were as spotless as ever.

    Looking around, she noticed his blood was spreading, but the bathroom floor was slanted so it flowed the other way.

    She opened the door and walked out, smiling subtly.

    Once outside the club, she turned left and walked eight blocks. She turned a corner. A car was parked down the street.

    She got into the passenger seat. Beside her, in the driver's seat, a black haired girl wearing all black looked at her. She smiled.

    "Let's go Danielle" the girl said and started taking off her makeup.

    Back at the nightclub, commotion erupted as the body of James Morrison was found by a random guy. Someone alerted the police and James father, since he was well known. James death was bound to be a hot case, though not worth front page.

    Anyways, in the speeding vehicle, Jean had removed all her makeup. The girl that surfaced looked very different. She now had blonde hair and green eyes, and her facial features seemed transformed.

    Jean reclined on her seat and closed her eyes. After a while, she opened them and spoke.

    "Danielle , I think I want a change."

    "A change?" Danielle repeated.

    "Yeah. I want something different, like actually going to school perhaps" Jean confessed.

    Danielle was surprised.

    "You want to stop assassination?"

    "Just temporarily." Jean said. She sighed and smiled tiredly. "I'm almost 17, my time to go to high school is almost up."

    "But we're in the middle of a job, you can't go to school now!"

    Jean sighed again. "A disciple can take care of Dave Morrison."

    "But we are to to take care of the entire family."

    "I've gone through Mrs Morrison's record; hypertension and repeated heart attacks. The pain of losing her husband and kids should finish her of." Jeans smile was dark and scheming. She said to Danielle with finality, "You're coming with me."

    "Yes Jean." Danielle complied.

    Jean of course, was another girl brought up by The Man. Her alias was Jade Poison. After her separation from the girls, she had taken in Danielle, a street kid about a year younger. As time passed, she took in more and more disciples till they numbered about 30.

    They were referred to as a school. Jean trained them in the ways of an assassin. More experienced disciples helped younger members, and a sort of kinship existed among them.

    Danielle was the highest ranked pupil . She was her right hand woman and first subordinate. She learned fast, thought fast and acted fast, so within a few years , she had become almost as good as her mistress and earned the right to call her by her name, an honor unprecedented in The School's history.

    On her part, Jean was charismatic and cared for her disciples like a mother hen. They loved her and trusted her, so she was able to lead with them following loyally.

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STATUS INFO:

NAME: JEAN

AGE: 16

RANK: SSS

NICKNAME: JADE POISON.

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