Colorful lights.

Head throbbing music.

The scent of alcohol mixed with sweat filling the nostrils of all who inhabited the rectangular club.

All one could make out, if you were tall enough, was an ocean of peoples heads, milling about and squashed together like a can of sardines.

Females were more than happy to accommodate their male guests. As long as they paid...

"Hey hot stuff," a woman with short, fiery red hair purred. She sauntered over to her male patron and straddled his lap. "What can I do for you this evening?"

"Oh, just my own private show," the man smirked, his hands itching to grab a handful of the woman's butt, which was peeking out of her tight leather shorts. "You know, it's awfully rude to dress like that and not let me have a taste."

She laughed, "You're eager aren't you?" The woman grabbed his hand, tracing it over her chest. "Names Pepper. And you?"

"Woah, what's with the formalities babe? I'm just here to get a quick fix," the man cackled.

Pepper stood up, lowering the spaghetti straps of her tank top off her shoulders. Her eyes lowered, a twinkle of mischief hidden behind them. "Well who's name am I gonna moan?"

The man gulped, shifting in his seat. "Jensen. My name is Jensen."

"Ooo, sexy," Pepper whispered, grabbing his hand. "Let's go find a room of our own and I'll give you the best show."

The red head guided Jensen through the crowd of people, leading him all the way to the back corner of the club. There was a small room with a red curtain hanging in front of it.

"This ones perfect," Pepper grinned, pulling back the curtain.

However, a man with shaggy blonde hair was already occupying the room, sitting in a chair with his back to them.

"Hey pal, get the fuck out," Jensen barked, his nerves running wild for some female attention.

The blonde man slowly turned his head to the side, revealing a piercing green eye.

"Hey, you deaf? I said get the fuck-"

Pepper suddenly shoved Jensen into the room, and he stumbled forward into the adjacent wall.

"Have fun," Pepper cooed, closing the curtain.

Jensen was on the ground, in complete shock. He shakily looked up at the mystery man who was calmly observing him.

"I'm not into that shit," Jensen stuttered, climbing to his feet. He got closer to the other man and tilted his head. "Who the fuck are you and what is this, some kind of joke?"

Immediately, the blonde man swung and connected his fist to Jensen's jaw, knocking him down once more.

"Ouch motherfucker!" Jensen howled in pain, holding his cheek. "Oh, I'm gonna kill you for that."

"Jensen fucking Jones," the man grinned, his eyes unimpressed with the threats. He stood up and kicked Jensen in the stomach.

Jensen grunted, now clutching his stomach.

"Do you remember me?" his attacker asked curiously. He pointed at his face and gave a wide grin. "Come on, you gotta remember this face."

"No I don't fucking remember you!" Jensen yelled. He attempted to get up but was knocked back down with a simple kick to the head.

"My name is Adrien Agreste. You killed my mother 13 years ago. Right in front of me. Slit her throat and I watched as the life drained from her eyes."

Suddenly the realization became apparent in Jensen's eyes. They got big, surprised that his attacker was the little boy from all those years ago.

Adrien pulled a knife out of his pocket. "And now I'm gonna make you pay."

Jensen immediately tried to scurry for the exit, but Adrien kicked his balls from behind.

Jensen coughed, wincing in immense pain. He gagged a couple times.

Adrien looked slightly disgusted with himself. "Ok ok, I'm sorry. I know that was a low blow but you were trying to leave and I can't let you do that. Not after what I went through to find your ass," Adrien laughed, feeling no remorse. He stepped closer with the very sharp knife in his hand.

"Woah, woah," Jensen coughed, chuckling nervously as he carefully watched the weapon. Don't go that far."

Adrien tilted his head, playing with the weapon in his hands. He shook his head.

"Is that what you thought when you tied up my mother," he suddenly plunged the knife into the mans shoulder, and Jensen screamed bloody murder. The ear deafening music that was an annoyance was actually coming quite in handy.

"Is that what you thought when you gagged her," Adrien pulled out the knife and stuck it into the mans thigh.

"AGHHHH!" Jensen wailed.

"Is that what you thought WHEN YOU SLICED HER THROAT IN FRONT OF HER 8 YEAR OLD SON?!" Adrien plunged the knife into Jensen's stomach, twisting slowly.

"AGHHH!" Jensen howled. "HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP-"

Adrien swung the handle of the knife against Jensen's temple and he fell to the side. Blood was seething out of his multiple stab wounds.

"You didn't show my mother any mercy. So why should I show you any?"

"Because," Jensen sputtered, coughing up blood. "You don't want to be a killer like me."

"What a pathetic plea for your life. Quite funny actually," Adrien chuckled. "I've heard better lines in a school play."

"You're fucked up," Jensen muttered, holding his bleeding stomach wound.

"Looks like we've got something in common then," Adrien shrugged.

Adrien leaned down over Jensen who was huddled together, a pool of blood starting to form on the floor. He whispered into the dying mans ear.

"I just want you to know before you die- you're a piece of shit. No one loved you. You were a mistake. And I'll find your buddy and kill him the same way I did to you." Adrien stood back up straight, breathing a sigh of relief. "Now, any last words?"

"Fuck you," Jensen mumbled.

"Aww, how original," Adrien smiled. "Boring." He took his knife and sliced the mans throat clean across.

Jensen sputtered blood, the thick red liquid oozing from his neck. His eyes grew wide as he quite literally felt his life drain away.

Adrien whistled a tune and cleaned his knife off on the mans pants before stepping over the blood and leaving the room.

*

"It's done father," Adrien stated, standing across a long wooden table.

"Did he suffer?" Gabriel Agreste asked, his face hidden by a shadow from where Adrien was standing.

"Of course," Adrien replied.

Gabriel's lips upturned into a smile. "Good." He stood up from his chair. "I've raised you to be a fine assassin."

In the doorway to the large conference room, a woman stood there. "Don't I get any credit? It wouldn't have been possible had it not been for my acting skills." Pepper emerged, ripping off her red wig to reveal long brunette hair.

"Yes, Lila. A congratulations is in order for you as well," Gabriel nodded.

"Wow, she pretended to be a prostitute," Adrien mumbled, looking away.

"Hey, I'd like to see you convince a man straighter than straight into a room alone with you. Yeah, I'll wait," Lila crossed her arms.

"Now, now, both of you are important to these missions," Gabriel sternly said. "Which is why I need both of you on board for this next one."

"I'm ready, Sir," Lila clapped her hands together.

"Yeah, she's ready to slip on that skanky outfit again and stick her ass in someone's face," Adrien smirked.

Lila jabbed an elbow into his side. "Fuck you."

"Enough," Gabriel warned. "You two are seasoned assassins but still bicker like children. Get it together."

Adrien crossed his arms and sighed. "What's our next mission?"

"It hasn't been like our other missions," Gabriel cleared his throat, shuffling through papers on his desk.

Adrien raised his eyebrow. "How?"

Gabriel found the paper he was looking for and slid it across the surface to Lila and Adrien. Lila squinted her eyes before picking up and examining the paper while Adrien peeked over her shoulder.

Lila's suspicious look turned into a grin as her eyes glanced over the paper with details of their mission. "Oooh, I can't wait for this one."