The Last Kiss Goodnight
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Female assassin does her last official hit

NOTE: This story is a prequel to my other Melanie/Sara stories.
"Assassin by Night" can be found in Misc. stories 20, and "Murder
Mystery Cruise", "Melanie's Dark Secret", and "The Will" can be
found in Misc. stories 22.

Melanie O'Connor sat on a park bench and looked at the cigarette in
her hand.  It looked like any other cigarette, but this one was 
special.  She was going to quit smoking and this would be her last 
cigarette.  But it was also even more than that.  It was a symbol of 
the end of a phase in her life.  After she smoked it, she was going 
to do her last official hit as a professional assassin.

She placed the cigarette in her mouth, lit it, and inhaled deeply.
As she smoked, she thought back to that night fifteen years ago that
had changed her life forever...

Melanie had grown up in a poor neighborhood in New York City.  Crime
was rampant and danger was everywhere.  Her father had walked out on
the family when she was five.  Her mother was a part-time waitress,
full-time alcoholic, and full-time cocaine addict.

Melanie had been sixteen years old when it happened.  She had been
sitting at the kitchen table, doing her homework and wondering how 
she was ever going to get out of this hellhole.  Her mother was 
plopped on the couch with her favorite companion, a large bottle of
beer.

Suddenly, the front door burst open, revealing a large, ugly man with
several missing teeth. "Okay, lady," he growled, addressing Melanie's
mother. "Where's the 300 bucks you owe me for the coke?"

Melanie's mother sat up slightly straighter. "I don't have the money,"
she slurred.

"You said you'd have the money two days ago.  Then you said you'd have
it yesterday. Then you said you'd have it today. Now you say you don't
have it? Fuck that.  I ain't waitin' any longer," snarled the man.  He
reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny silver handgun.  Waving
it in the air, he threatened, "Gimme my money or I'll kill you!"

"Is that so?" said Melanie.  When the man had burst in, Melanie had 
gone straight to the bedroom to retrieve the 9mm pistol she kept in 
her underwear drawer.  Now, she was pointing the pistol right at the
intruder.

The man looked at the blonde teenage girl pointing a gun at him. "You
don't have the balls to shoot me, bitch," he smirked.  With those 
words, he underestimated Melanie - fatally so.  He was the first to do
that, but he would definitely not be the last.

Melanie lowered her aim slightly and pulled the trigger, shooting the
intruder in the groin. "Now who has no balls?" 

He crumpled to the floor, his left hand on his crotch and his right
still clutching his gun.  He raised it, aiming at Melanie.

She shot him in the head.  The man's gun fell from his fingers as he
expired.

Melanie's thoughts came back to the present.  After that first killing,
she had felt so powerful, so satisfied. For the first time in her life,
she had felt like she had some control over her destiny.

Now, fifteen years later, she had killed dozens of people and become a
wealthy woman in the process.  She had also taken up smoking.  But as
time passed, she had come to realize they were both filthy habits. She
had made up her mind to quit - quit both of them.  One last moment of
glory for each habit.

She finished her last cigarette and tossed it in an ashtray.  She then
checked the 9mm pistol in her pocket - the same one she had used that
night fifteen years ago.  It was now time to finish her second filthy
habit.

Two hours later, Melanie was standing by the side of a lonely back 
road, her hair messed up and her blouse partially unbuttoned.  She
looked at her watch.  Her target should be coming by very soon.

She heard a motor, the sound growing steadily louder and closer.  A
black Mercedes appeared on the road.  She smiled. "Right on time," she
thought.  She ran out to the middle of the road, waving her arms and
putting on the "damsel in distress" act that had lured so many men to
their doom.

Burt Barr reclined comfortably in the back seat of the black Mercedes.
The wealthy, successful drug dealer enjoyed fancy cars, expensive
booze, and sexy women. He closed his eyes and smiled to himself. "This
is the life," he thought.

Suddenly, he felt the car screech to a stop.  He opened his eyes and
yelled at his chauffeur, Jack. "What the hell's going on?"

"Her," said Jack, pointing at the distressed-looking blonde woman
standing in the middle of the road and waving her arms.  Jack, Burt,
and Burt's bodyguard, Rocky, all stared at the woman appreciatively.
She was tall and athletic-looking, about 5'9" and 135 pounds.  Her
shoulder-length blonde hair looked sexily messed up, and her deep blue
eyes stood out on her tanned face.  Her half-unbuttoned white blouse
gave a hint of her firm, round, C-cup breasts, and her black shorts
showed off her long, muscular legs.

"She's a pretty one," said Burt. "I say we pick her up and take her to
the mansion with us." He climbed out of the Mercedes. Rocky, the ever-
cautious bodyguard, climbed out too, his Uzi submachine gun slung 
across his chest.

"Please, guys, can you help me?" said Melanie, making her voice higher
pitched than normal. "I had an accident and my car's busted, and my 
cell phone doesn't work out here.  Could you possibly give me a ride?"

"We'll be glad to, baby," said Burt, staring lewdly at her cleavage.
"We'll give you a ride you won't soon forget."

Melanie, a talented actress, managed to keep from rolling her eyes.
"Oh, thank you so much," she said.  She started walking towards the
Mercedes, then paused as if a sudden thought had struck her. "On 
second thought, maybe you could take a look at my car, see if you can
fix it?"

"Sure, we can take a look," said Burt. "But I'm not sure how much we
can do out here, without any tools."

"Great," said Melanie. "Follow me." She started off into the woods
bordering the road.

"Uh, boss, maybe this isn't such a good idea," Rocky said in a low
voice.

"What's the big deal? It's just a harmless chick," Burt replied.
Melanie, who had her back to them, smiled to herself.  If he only
knew...

"I lost control of the car and went plowing right off the road and
into the woods," said Melanie as she led the two men into the trees,
Burt staring at her firm ass and Rocky frowning nervously.

They came to a small clearing.  Melanie pointed at her car. "There it
is," she said.

"But it looks fine.  It doesn't look like it's been in an accident,"
said Rocky, staring at the car.  He clicked his Uzi's safety off.
"Now why don't you tell me what you're really...hey, where are you?"

While Rocky and Burt had been staring at the car, Melanie had snuck
around behind them.  She roundhouse kicked Rocky in the head, sending
him to the ground. "Does that answer your question?" she smirked.

Burt whirled around, a furious look on his face. "Why, you bitch," he
snarled.  He swung his fist at her, which she easily ducked under.
She then knocked him down with a brutal punch to his jaw.

Melanie relieved Rocky of his Uzi and tossed it into the woods.  She
then stomped on his face and followed it up with a barrage of vicious
kicks to his side, breaking several of his ribs.

Burt climbed back to his feet and began sneaking up on Melanie from
behind. He put his arms out, preparing to grab her...and was suddenly
sent flying backward by the blonde woman's powerful back kick to his
chest.  Melanie kicked Rocky in the head, then spun around to face
Burt. She laughed loudly, a smile lighting up her pretty face. "What,
you thought you could get the drop on me, asshole?" she smirked. "I
don't think so.  I'm blonde, not stupid."

"You cunt," growled Burt, aiming a kick at her, which she easily 
dodged. "Such dirty language," said Melanie.  She began punching him
repeatedly in the face. "Maybe some knuckle sandwiches will help your
mouth." After several punches, she paused and laughed. "Good 
sandwiches, huh? The blood looks just like ketchup.  I like ketchup 
in my sandwiches." She slammed her knee into his crotch.  As he 
doubled over with a girly squeal, she straightened him out with a 
high kick to his jaw, then knocked him to the ground with a spin kick
to the side of his head.

Melanie turned to Rocky, who was groaning.  She walked over and stood
over him, crossing her slender but muscular arms in front of her.  He
stared up at her, a look of fear on his scarred face.

"How do you want it? Arms or legs?" she asked. He looked at her well-
toned arms. "Arms it is then," she said.  She bent down and swiftly
and brutally snapped his neck.

A pissing noise was heard.  Melanie looked over at Burt, who had wet
his pants upon seeing what had happened to his bodyguard.  The blonde
Amazon laughed. "Pussy," she taunted him. "Well, same question to 
you."

"You seem to like looking at my legs," she said. "You got 'em." With
that, she dropped down and wrapped her lethal, muscular thighs around
his neck.  She began choking him with all her strength.  Burt thrashed
and struggled, but he was completely helpless against her killer legs.
His face grew paler and bluer, and his struggles grew weaker and weaker,
as she increased the strangulation power.  She looked fondly at her
tanned, slim, but incredibly strong thighs. "Love you, ladies," she 
said with a smile.  She continued squeezing her victim, finally 
releasing him long after he was dead.

Melanie stood up and looked at the scene with satisfaction.  She did a
pretty standing back handspring to celebrate, then headed back to the
road.  She walked up to the driver's side of the black Mercedes.

"Where's Burt and Rocky?" asked the driver.

"Oh, they're trying to fix my car," she answered. She gave him a bright
smile. "What's your name?"

"Jack Ives, the Third," he said.

"Interesting," she said.  She touched his shoulders, a seductive look 
on her face. "Do you have any children?"

"No," he replied.

"Well then, it looks like you're going to be Jack Ives, the Last." With
that, she brutally headbutted him, stunning him.  She then drew her 9mm
pistol from her pocket.  As he stared at her, frozen, a look of terror
on his face, she shot him in the head. "Goodbye, Jack," she said.  She
blew his body a kiss. "The last kiss goodnight," she thought, thinking 
of the movie with a similar title about a female assassin.  She loved
that movie.

"Well, time to start my new life," thought Melanie. "No more filthy
habits."

Three days later, she went down to the local post office for the last
time.  She opened her box and smiled when she saw the package inside.
Slitting it open with a knife and taking a peek inside, she saw her
payment for her last hit - $200,000 in cash.

She then got into her car, which was already packed with all her
belongings.  She got onto the interstate and headed for the open road,
on her way to a new town and a new life.

Arriving at her destination, she found a motel to spend the night in.
She would look for a permanent residence later.  From her "business,"
she had plenty of money with which to buy a nice house.

Feeling the need for some fresh air, Melanie went outside for a quick
walk around the motel.  As she was rounding a corner, she saw a big,
rough-looking man punching a young teenage boy in the face. "Gimme yer
money!" the man was yelling.

"Well, time to be on the side of law and order, and do it without
killing," she thought. "Although I really am tempted to break that
asshole's neck.  Come to think of it, a cigarette sounds really 
tempting too." She paused. "Oh, snap out of it, Melanie! You're 
stronger than this!"

She walked up to the big man and tapped him on the shoulder.  As he
turned around, she punched him in the nose.  He growled and tried to
take a swing at her, but she blocked his attack easily, then drove her
fist into his eye.  She followed it up with a knee to his stomach and a
cheerleader-style high kick to his face, knocking him backwards.

The man let out a roar and charged her, only to be met with her black
size 9 boot slamming into his face in another sexy high kick. This kick
sent him to the ground.  He climbed to his hands and knees, but Melanie
knocked him back down all the way with a hard kick right to his butt.
"Had enough?" she asked.

"Okay, okay, I give!" he whined.  

Melanie turned to the boy. "Are you all right?" she asked.

"I'm fine," he said. "Wow, that was so cool.  You totally kicked his 
butt.  Where did you learn to fight like that? Are you a professional
assassin or something?"

Melanie's mouth dropped open in shock before she calmed herself and
realized that the boy was just being dramatic. "Oh, I've always been
into martial arts," she said casually.

Soon, a police car arrived.  Two policemen got out.  While one of them
handcuffed the thug, the other questioned Melanie and the boy about what
had happened. "You say you kicked his ass? But you're a girl, and he's
bigger than you."

Melanie rolled her eyes and tried not to lose her temper. "It's not the
size of the girl in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the girl,"
she said.

"If you say so," shrugged the policeman.  He glanced over at the thug.
"He must have been a real wimp to have gotten beat by a chick."

"He might be a wimp, but even a strong man can be beaten by a woman in
a fight," said a female voice. "You should know that by now.  Last time
I checked, this was the 21st century, not the 13th."

Everyone turned to look at the new speaker, who had arrived in another
police car. She was an attractive brunette policewoman, about Melanie's 
age. "Take him downtown," she instructed the two policemen.

"You got it, Sara," one of them replied.  He and his partner placed the
handcuffed criminal in the back seat of their police cruiser and headed
off down the street.  The policewoman turned to Melanie with a friendly
smile. "Hi, I'm Sara Ramos," she said. "Great job kicking that jerk's
ass."

"Thanks," said Melanie. "I'm Melanie O'Connor.  New here in town, just
staying at that motel over there until I can find a permanent home."

"Well, welcome to our town," said Sara. "What do you do?"

"I'm...er...kind of in between jobs right now," Melanie answered with a
small smile.

"Ah, looking for a better job than the old one? I know how that is. 
I've been trying to get into the homicide division for a while now.  I
think I'm almost there, though." Sara grinned and tossed her hair.

"Good luck," said Melanie. "I think you'll make it."

"Thanks," replied the brunette female cop. "And good luck to you too."
She turned to the boy. "I think we'd better get you home now," she said.

"It was nice meeting you," said the blonde. "Maybe we can get together
sometime."

"Sure," said Sara. "Here's my card.  Feel free to give me a call.  Have

a good night and thanks again for kicking that guy's ass." 

Melanie smiled as she watched the brunette depart.  She had a feeling
that they would become very close friends.

THE END

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