He held the card between two perfectly painted fingers, flipping it from front to back idly. The card only meant one thing; a hit had been placed and he was the one chosen by Sang Woo to do the deed. Missions were not exactly picked and chosen, Sang Woo knew who could best execute a hit and he assigned them accordingly. Many times they were sent out in pairs for safety, but Roze was the exception, the way he dealt the deed was best done in seclusion and the situations he placed himself in did not normally need someone watching his back. He crossed his legs and adjusted himself in the leather seat, long hair primped perfectly around his face. Sand Woo was waiting for him and he glanced up, green eyes blank as usual.

"Can't someone else do it?" He knew the address on the card well enough and it was not a place he was fond of in the least.

"Don't get cocky Rosela, just do as your told, besides, I thought you would be excited about this one. If I have my information right, this particular target has caused you a lot of grief." His smile was not one of happiness, instead it was evil and cold just liked the man. Roze rolled his eyes; sometimes Sang Woo embodied the word sadistic bastard.

His head tilted slightly and he glanced away, looking down at his heeled feet, the tall pumps gleaming under the light. "What is it that they want? A quiet death or shall I make it painful?"

Sang Woo was back to looking at something on his computer screen. "Doesn't matter, I'll leave that to you, but it needs to be done tonight."

He made a sound of annoyance, why this man thought he could work miracles was beyond him. "What kind of time zone is that?!"

Sang Woo just motioned him away with his hand. "Your problem not mines."

Roze rose, the short dress he wore slithering down a bit to his slender thighs. It seems he was stuck with the deed no matter what. Leaving the room he passed the computer guy clicking his way across his keyboard, Kat was scarfing down a sandwich like a starving dog, In Tak was doing with weights in the corner. They were all weird.

"Aye yo girly boy where ya headed, gonna off somebody with that poison shit of yours?" He glanced back at Kat, envious of her ability to eat like a pig and still have a feminine shape despite the fact that she was pure muscles and hit with the power of a freight truck. At least he had a prettier face than hers. He held u the calling card as answer to her question and she snickered, obviously pleased that someone would be dying tonight.

He smirked before making the transition into his own apartment quarters which were currently all his own until a new member popped up. He would have to prepare properly for tonight's hit. He only had one shot and Roze Azure did not make mistakes.

The lights were bright in the room bathed in a golden tint, it was rare to find clubs this exclusive in the Dream City but when you knew the right people nothing in the underground world could be hidden. He stood there, blending in with the audience in attendance, his cream dress came down to the top of his thighs, meshing against his skin beautifully. His hair was curled, placed in a low ponytail with a high bump to offset it; his lips were painted a pale pink to match the soft look he had created. Tilting his head, he caught sight of his target, smiling as he twirled a finger around one of the tear shaped diamond earrings he wore. There was always a quirk to being born androgynous, horny old men could never tell that he was not the object of their desire, or if they did figure it out by a few tell-tell signs than they did not care only wanted to have something feminine beneath them. Truly it did not matter, by the end of the night none of the fools obtained their goal and just like each before him, this man would find himself lifeless in a pool of crimson blood. This time however, there was a personal grivience to add to the list of crimes.

He kept his look pleasant but inside he remembered the horrid acts of the cur sitting so haughtily on the white sofa. It was many years ago when he was young, a prisoner to those fools in that wretched sterile place, a tool, a toy, an experiment. Even after causing him so much pain, doing such horrid altercations to his body, studying him like a specimen. As if it was not enough to treat him like a rat to touch him as if was a vessel for their pitiful human release. His hands clenched and he nearly cracked the flute of champagne in his hand. It didn't matter, they were all dead now by his hand and it seems this one would be joining them in hell. He tipped the glass against his lips, glancing at the man through the clear glass when his head raise and finally he noticed Roze staring. Roze lowered the glass, adjusting the straps of his sleeveless, backless dress which dipped into a deep V-Neck. Oh he was dressed to kill and it was only child's play getting the man's attention. Placing the flute on the tray of a passing waiter he walked as if the world was his runway, eerie eyes locked on the man fixing his tie and sucking in his gut to appear more attractive. His look remained the same, locked on his target like a snake ready to strike at a delicious meal but inside he laughed at the foolish old sack of flab. He could enjoy his throne while he was still a part of this world because by the end of the night he would be a fallen king indeed.

His body twisted seductively with each step, white pumps clicking against the marble floor. People parted to make a path for him, women whispered, men stared, but truly it didn't matter, he had no desire for the envy or attention of humans. When it came to his job only his target was the recipient of his attention. Others in his line of profession used their body as a weapon he just chose a less violent approach. A classy death was far more memorable than a broken neck or a bullet to the head.

Sitting next to the man he crossed his long, slender legs, smooth and shining they were the definition of sexy and he knew it; he used it to his advantage. Roze turned his head in the opposite direction, pulling out his compact mirror and reapplying his lipstick. It was time Roze played the role of Rosela.

A rough hand at his exposed knee caused him to turn his head and his thick lashed eyes turned in the man's direction, lips opened slightly to give his face a surprised look.

"Hello my darling, what lovely skin you have. I could scarcely take my eyes off of you."

He smiled, blinking his eyes slowly. "Why thank you." His voice was naturally soft, naturally breathy with a tone that could not be pegged as either gender really but indeed it did lean towards feminine. He slipped his slender fingers over the man's, they were perfect, thin and long with unmarred skin. "I saw you from across the room and I could not help myself."

Hairy. His sweaty palms were disgustingly hairy and he was ugly, his nose was big and red from too much alcohol, his hair was thinning, he was more fat than he was muscles and he shone as if someone had slathered him in grease. His smell was repugnant as well. Roze could live through all of that however; the end of the play was always worth waiting through the intervals.

Fernando, that was the man's name, cleared his throat and adjusted his tie again. The suit was obviously too damn tight, but he wanted to appear youthful and fit to attract young women. Here the fool was acting pleased with himself over luring such a beauty over to him. The pig could bask in his glory for now, soon he would be nothing but a pile of rotting flesh.

"Ah I do have a certain charm about me." His other hand came to cover Roze's has he leaned in with his offensive breath tickling Roze's neck. "What is your name my beauty, I must know the name of such a beautiful flower."

He nearly scoffed. If Roze was any flower he would be a rose, beautiful to the eyes but covered in thorns hell bent on ripping flesh. This rose was deadly however, each and every thorn dripped with a deadly poison of an endless quantity.

Roze leaned down, his black hair sliding against his long neck. "It's Rosela and you are?"

Fernando's hand was moving up his thigh as he spoke. "I'm Fernando D'dore a very rich man young lady, I'd love to spoil you rotten."

Roze smirked and stopped his hand by trapping it between his clamped thighs before he slipped his hand from between the man's framing his jaw with painted fingers. This fool had no idea that nothing in his possession could do anything to make him fall for his disgusting persona. Still he had a job to do and money to make so he played the role perfectly. "Not here," he whispered in the man's ear while his free hand trailed across the flabby thigh, moving further to boldly cup the man's erection. "I'd prefer to go to the back I'm not a quiet lady."

The man chuckled, slicking back his thinning hair before rising and pulling Roze to his feet, leading him away to the back. This rat made it far too easy feeding himself to the hidden snake with ease.

His back hit the wall as the man's mouth attached to his neck. There was no class as the sloppy mouth was placed on his skin, grabby hands hoisting up the bottom of his dress, other hand trying to fondle his chest.

"You have no tits but that's fine, little one's work too. Besides," the man cupped his ass and squeezed roughly, "I can get off to this just fine. You want me to slid these panties aside and fuck you against the wall."

He mentally rolled his eyes, what a sloppy pig this man was. Roze pushed against his shoulders, causing him to back into the bed where he pushed him down.

"Oh ho ho you like to take charge do you?"

Rose smirked, sitting on the man's lap, his dress rising, feeling the erection pressing against his thigh. What a pity, he had a big dick. His lips met the man's and his tongue snaked into the fool's mouth. His saliva when he wanted it to be, was a slow parasitic to humans. Just to he sure he reach into his hair, pretending to let down the ponytail but really he was slipping free a wire then needle. He slid it into the man's neck but distracted the fool by a harsh bite to his lip at the same time.

"Ouch, you're a feisty bitch aren't you?"

Again he only smirked as the man tossed him on the bed, bending over him, quickly working at his pants to free his gorging erection. Roze planted his legs firmly on the white sheets, his feet were still in his pumps and he only narrowed his eyes at his legs being raised, cream colored panties slipping down his thighs.

The look of shock on the man's face amused him. "What the fuck? You're a man?"

Roze simply smiled at him, this was always truly an amusing part.

"Ah fuck it, a hole's a hole, you had me fooled. I'll still fuck you raw."

Amusing, silly human man had no idea the things happening to his body, oh but he was quickly coming to realize. He hands fell from Roze's legs and he glanced at his hands as if was seeing double, most likely he was.

"What in the…hell?"

Roze chuckled softly as the man began to fall against the bed, struggling to control his muscles which were now locking up, prohibiting him from moving. He rose, sliding up the underwear which had been removed, giving the fool a pitying look.

"What the fuck di you… do…to me?"

Fernando fell back onto the bed and Roze smiled, tying his hair back up before he rose from the bed looming over the old bastard. "Fernando D'dore, owner of the Jewelry shop in Northern Nyxis, you sold fake diamonds and paltry brass painted gold. You are accused of the crime of false merchandise and theft of money and your penalty will be death."

Done reading the card he kissed it, throwing it atop the man's who eyes were wide with fear, his throat muscles locked up as well, rendering him unable to speak. Going over to his bag he pulled out a long and thin blade, followed by a vile of green liquid which he slowly coated the knife with. Ripping open the straining suit he wasted no time slicing down the fat, jutting gut.

Fernando's body convulsed in pain and Roze chuckled with mirth. "This is for your poor business sense." The skin there bubbled as the flesh burned from his concoction and blood slowly began to leak out, staining the sheets leak by leak. He walked around the bed; leaning over the man's whose eyes shone with pain. He wasted no time again, making sure to carefully slice a thin line across the man's neck so he would not bleed out to fast. "That is for the grievance you have caused our client."

Finally he roamed back around to the end of the bed. It was funny how the man could feel everything but could not scream in pain. He leaned over, pouring the rest of the burning content on the man's dick, watching the flesh bubble and burned away at the acid like substance. "And that is for ever daring to touch me with your filthy human hands. Do you remember you disgusting dog? No, I guarantee your dick does. Payback is a bitch, but death will embrace you lovingly."

He dropped the vile back in his bag along with his blade before plucking at the card and running it through the man's blood. It would be waiting on Sang Woo's desk as a confirmation of completion. This was all in a day's work and in the end he remained spotless while his victims were stained with their sins.

A/N: A blurb from the Role-play site I am on. I haven't hand any story ideas lately but I write there a lot. Want to write with me? I'd love to write with you so come join at http(:)(/) (/)somnia(/) ?action=forum or incase the link screws up it's called Somnia on the hit points network!