Downtown in the capital city of the Holy Light Empire, on a busy city corner glowing with fluorescent lights of various neon colors, Holy Trinity was open and in full swing. Young men and women laughed as they came and went from the night club. The bass of the music within could be felt by those outside, and the night was alive with all kinds of sights and sounds.
Adding to those sounds was the roar of a powerful V12 engine as a metallic and lustrous Giallo Orion painted Lamborghini raced towards the circle drive of the night club where it slowed to a crawl. People looked on in awe as the V12 roar softened to a purr. While luxury cars were a common occurrence at Holy Trinity, Lamborghinis were always a sight to behold.
The supercar came to a stop right in front of the club’s entrance. The driver side scissor door opened upward and a black stiletto boot adorning a long sexy leg stepped out. Xenia then raised her entire body from the low-profile car as she stood with a presence which people gawked at. She flipped her ponytail over her shoulder and tossed the keys to valet as she strut herself up the walkway as everyone in the vicinity had their eyes glued to her stunning entrance and even more stunning body.
Across the street was an unmarked white van with two men sitting inside. “Gentleman, she haskhj arrrivadfdf.”
A voice in the headset responded, “Please repeat. Your last transmission was unclear. Over.”
Detective Fincher finished his bite of donut filling his mouth and cleared his throat with coffee, so he could speak clearly, “Pardon me. Damn donuts. She has arrived.”
“Confirmed, Fincher. Keep an eye on her. When she enters one of our designated areas let us know, so we can take her down in the surveillance blind spots.” The team leader responded.
Fincher looked to Bobby, “Keep an eye on her Bobby. That shouldn’t be too hard. Every one else seems to be doing it without being commanded to do so.”
Bobby nodded, “I won’t take my eyes off of her, Boss.”
Bobby studied the surveillance screens as a bouncer instructed Xenia to hold her arms outstretched. The bouncer then pat her down running his hands down her body and along her every curve wishing he could keep going.
Xenia smiled with her eyes at the bouncer and said, “If you like what you feel then find me later. I’m quite simply to die for.”
Xenia then walked past the stunned bouncer and entered the night club with flashing lights abound reflecting off of her shiny black catsuit as the techno-house music pumped hard and fast sending vibrations all up and down her body.
She smiled underneath her mask and seamlessly assimilated into the mob of people dancing in the center of the club.
She found herself up against a random stranger, a man who couldn’t keep his hands off of her perfect body as she danced up against him. She lowered her mask briefly and leaned in kissing his neck as they danced together. Xenia then looked up at him and stuck out her tongue.
The man reached into his pocket and placed a small pill of ecstasy on her tongue. She smiled as the music reached its climax with all of the layered beats culminating into a sound that sent the crowd into a frenzy. She swallowed the pill regardless of the fact that it would have little effect on her body. For the moment, she was just a regular person losing herself in the music and partying with strangers.
After dancing for a few minutes, she pushed her face mask back into position and began to push her way towards what she knew was the first of several blind spots she intended to visit.
Bobby hurriedly spoke into the communication channel, “She’s approaching sector 1. Imminent arrival!”
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The second Xenia cleared the mob, a man grabbed her arm forcefully and threw her up against a wall in a dark corner. He yelled to her over the music, “Hands behind your back!! Don’t struggle! You’re coming with me!”
Xenia smiled under her mask and obeyed as she put her hands behind her back. The man approached with handcuffs. However, as he reached around to cuff her, she jumped up clinging to him and wrapping her legs around his waist.
The man began to attempt to punch her and headbutt her; however, Xenia severely limited his range of motion with the position in which she clung to his body. Any onlooker was either oblivious to their commotion, high out of their minds, or assumed they couldn’t wait to have sex – a not uncommon sight within the club.
The elite operative struggled mightily flailing against her while she merely held tightly and enjoyed the desperate commotion against her body. The rush of the music and the impact of his body against hers turned her on.
Her moans and his screams were drowned out by the music; however, Xenia could still speak crystal clear into his thoughts as she said, “Would you care to join me on the dance floor? A last dance, for you.”
She then took her right hand and reached into the air. A void portal opened, and with precision, she retrieved one of the steel knives she had laid out on her bed earlier. She lowered her face mask down to her chin and licked the sharp edge of the blade cutting her tongue as she did.
“It feels so so good! I want you to try it! I insist! Try it and then we can dance!” Xenia then took the blade and stabbed it into the man’s abdomen from the lateral side.
She bit her lip in pleasure as she shoved the blade deeper and deeper until the entire blade was within his abdomen. She pushed the very last tip of the knife’s handle into his abdominal cavity and then she healed the exterior wound trapping the sharp knife inside of him.
She raised her face mask back up and spoke into his thoughts, “Every single movement, every single pulse of bass, every single second, you are going to be feeling exquisite pain. My knife is inside of you, and I am going to dance on you so hard until your insides are cut up and you bleed to death for me.”
She released her legs from around his waist, and she took his hand leading him onto the dance floor where people ran into and bumped up against him causing him to yell in pain.
The techno-house music seamlessly transitioned into a new song as the DJ mixed the two together, and Xenia grabbed the operative’s hands forcing them upon her body as she pushed herself up against him focusing her movements on and up against his abdomen.
They danced hard with Xenia bloodbending him subtly to keep him from falling to the floor. Each movement resulted in subtle cuts inside his abdomen as the knife blade was jostled and forced up against nerves, vessels, small intestine, large intestine, liver, mesentery, and mesocolic tissue. Blood was beginning to pool within his abdominal cavity, and there was nothing he could do. Even if he had complete control of his body and the situation, the entrance wound had been healed shut by Xenia.
Although the music drowned out the man’s screams, Xenia could hear every single cry of pain from within his thoughts, and she danced to his pleas for help and cries of pain just as much as she danced to the music.
After enjoying the music to its fullest, Xenia gave the operative a big hug with her arms wrapped around his lower back putting an excruciating amount of pressure on his abdomen. She could feel the knife cutting into something large as she began to feel a bounding pulse against her body.
“Must be the aorta or the mesenteric artery. A large vessel is cut. I can feel your pulse rebounding against the pressure of your abdomen filling with blood.” She lowered her mask and lunged in kissing him. She then raised it back up and said, “Thanks for the amazing night. Enjoy the rest of your night. Enjoy the rest of your short life.”
She released her bloodbending grip of him causing him to fall to the floor. People jumped back; however, they merely pulled him by his feet to the edge of the mob assuming he, like many others, had taken one too many hits of his drug of choice.
The party continued raging on as Xenia expertly maneuvered her way through the crowd dancing with people as she went.
Bobby had a tense sweat building on his face as he called out to the team leader, “Uhh team leader, this is Bobby speaking. Alpha 1 is down. I repeat he is down. Not visibly injured, but down at the edge of the dance floor, and Sareena is making her way towards Sector 2!”
The team leader responded, “You hear that Alpha 2? She’s coming your way. Get ready.”
“Confirmed team leader, Alpha 2 in position.” Bobby looked on as Alpha 2 moved into position.
Fincher responded, “Let’s hope this goes well. If not, I may have to get involved. And I hate getting involved. There are no donuts in the void. And there certainly isn’t any coffee.”
Bobby couldn’t believe how light hearted his boss was as he watched Xenia snake her way through the crowd.
Xenia made it to the edge of Sector 2 and smiled underneath her mask, “Okay boys, who wants to play with me next!”