1.YOUR REAL NAME Marie Tevis Sharp

2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME (first three letters of your first name plus izzle) Marizzle

3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (fav color and fav animal) Black Cat

4. YOUR DRAMATIC NAME: (middle name, and current street) Tevis Windcrest

5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 3 letters of mom's maiden name) Shamalew

6. YOUR SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink) Red Pepper

7. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME:(nickname of your paternal grandma/grandpa, and your favorite candy bar) Granny Heath

8. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mothers middle name and fathers middle name. I'm gonna go ahead and say switch them for the men...) Anne Thomas

9. YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one your pets) Black Lilly

10. TERRORIST NAME: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom's name spelled backward) SeviT Eirelav

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I have done 86 things...

Level 1 ( x ) Smoked A Cigarette ( x ) Smoked A Cigar SO FAR: 2

Level 2 ( x ) Are / Been In Love ( x ) dumped someone ( ) Been Fired ( x ) Been In A Fist Fight SO FAR: 5

Level 3 ( x ) Had A Crush On An Older Person ( x ) Skipped Class ( ) Slept With A Co-worker ( ) Seen Someone / Something Die SO FAR: 7

Level 4 ( x ) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your myspace Friends ( ) Been To Paris ( ) Been To Spain ( x ) Been On A Plane ( x ) Thrown Up From Drinking SO FAR: 10

Level 5 ( x ) Eaten Sushi ( ) Been Snowboarding ( ) Met Someone BECAUSE Of myspace ( x ) Been in a Mosh Pit SO FAR: 12

Level 6 ( ) Been In An Abusive Relationship ( x ) Taken Pain Killers ( ) Love/loved Someone Who You Can’t Have ( x ) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By ( x ) Made A Snow Angel SO FAR: 15

Level 7 ( x ) Had A Tea Party ( x ) Flown A Kite ( x ) Built A Sand Castle ( x ) Gone mudding- played in mud? ( x ) Played Dress Up SO FAR: 20

Level 8 ( x ) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves ( x ) Gone Sledding ( x ) Cheated While Playing A Game ( x ) Been Lonely ( x ) Fallen Asleep At Work / School SO FAR: 25

Level 9 ( x ) Watched The Sun Set ( x ) Felt An Earthquake ( x ) Killed A Snake SO FAR: 28

Level 10 ( x ) Been Tickled ( x ) Been Robbed / Vandalized ( ) Been cheated on ( x ) Been Misunderstood SO FAR: 31

Level 11 ( x ) Won A Contest ( ) Been Suspended From School ( ) Had Detention ( x ) Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident SO FAR: 33

Level 12 ( x ) Had / Have Braces ( x ) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night ( ) Danced in the moonlight SO FAR: 35

Level 13 ( x ) Hated The Way You Look ( ) Witnessed A Crime ( ) Pole Danced ( x ) Questioned Your Heart ( ) Been obsessed with post-it-notes SO FAR: 37

Level 14 ( ) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud ( x ) Been Lost ( ) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World ( x ) Swam In The Ocean ( x ) Felt Like You Were Dying SO FAR: 40

Level 15 ( x )Cried Yourself To Sleep ( x ) Played Cops And Robbers ( x ) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers ( x ) Sang Karaoke ( x ) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins SO FAR: 45

Level 16 ( ) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't ( x ) Made Prank Phone Calls ( x ) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose ( x ) Kissed In The Rain SO FAR: 48

Level 17 ( x ) written a letter to Santa Clause ( x ) Watched The Sun Set/ Sun Rise With Someone You Care/Cared About ( x ) Blown Bubbles ( ) Made A Bonfire On The Beach or anywhere SO FAR: 51

Level 18 ( ) Crashed A Party ( ) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car/Bus Full Of People ( x ) Gone Rollerskating / Blading ( x ) Had A Wish Come True ( ) Been Humped By A Monkey SO FAR: 53

Level 19 ( x ) Worn Pearls ( ) Jumped Off A Bridge ( ) Screamed "Penis" or "Vagina" ( x ) Swam With Dolphins SO FAR: 55

Level 21 ( x )Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube/ice cream ( ) Kicked A Fish ( x ) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes ( ) Sat On A Roof Top SO FAR: 57

Level 22 ( x ) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs ( x ) Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel ( x ) Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours ( x ) Recently stayed up for a while talking to someone you care about SO FAR: 61

Level 23 ( x ) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree ( x ) Climbed A Tree ( x ) Been Scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone ( ) Been In A Tree House SO FAR: 64

Level 24 ( x ) Believe In Ghosts ( ) Have Had More Than 30 Pairs Of Shoes ( ) Gone Streaking ( x ) Visited Jail SO FAR: 66

Level 25 ( x ) Played Chicken ( x ) Been Pushed Into A Pool With All Your Clothes On ( x ) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger ( ) Broken A Bone ( x ) Been Easily Amused SO FAR: 70

Level 26 ( ) Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later ( ) Made A Porn Video/Asked If Was In One ( x ) Caught A Butterfly ( x ) Laughed So Hard You Cried ( x ) Cried So Hard You Laughed SO FAR: 73

Level 27 ( x ) Mooned/Flashed Someone ( x ) Had Someone Moon/Flash You ( x ) Cheated On A Test ( x ) Forgotten Someone's Name ( ) French Braided Someones Hair ( x ) Gone Skinny Dipping ( ) Been Kicked Out Of Your House ( x ) Tried To Hurt Yourself SO FAR: 79

Level 28 ( x ) Rode A Roller Coaster ( ) Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling ( x ) Had A Cavity ( ) Black-Mailed Someone ( ) Been Black Mailed SO FAR: 81

Level 29 ( x ) Been Used ( x ) Fell Going Up The Stairs ( x ) Licked A Cat ( x ) Bitten Someone ( x) Licked Someone SO FAR : 86

Level 30 ( ) Been shot at/or at gunpoint ( ) Had sex in the rain ( ) Flattened someones tires ( x ) Rode in a car/truck until the gas light came on ( x ) Got five dollars or less worth of gas TOTAL: 88

Forward:

I mentioned several times across the board that I am a writer and occasionally use images of the guys from Dommin to give a general outline of the characters that I write about. It is NOT how I think about the guys, it has NOTHING to do with their personalities in reality but it is a written expression of something going on in my head. The image that follows sort of "put" an idea in my head and I went from what I had to work with. Again, it's not what the men in the following story actually look like but it's the closest I can get.

Beware as well....these are contract killers on a job, it's a bit messy.

---- This is who we are

Ash fell idly to the ground as the man moved across the room. His eyes were as dark as his hair, his hands coated in blood, so much so it dripped from his fingertips. Around his knuckles was bound a thin silvery wire, flesh from the recent victim still present. He seemed uninterested in the mess on his clothes and body as he moved to the sink. Under his weight, the lime green linoleum cracked and whined. He smirked and his cigarette drifted into the corner of his mouth, almost falling completely. Turning on the water, it sputtered brown and murky before clearing up. He said nothing, for the longest time, as he slowly went about washing the blood from his hands and unwinding the wire from around his fingers. He'd done this enough times now to cause little harm to himself. The wire, he slid into his back pocket before rubbing the palms of his hands under the water as the violent crimson turned clear. None of it was his own, and as he pulled his hands from under the tap, they showed to be clean again. Removing the cigarette from his mouth he dropped it into the garbage disposal and turned it on, the whir of the motor being the only noise in the room save for the sputtering, whining from the man still on the floor. He was still alive...

Turning finally, he smirked and looked down at a stout mexican man who was gasping for breath on the floor in front of him. Moving back to the body, he straddled the man and crouched over him, sliding his hand into the pocket of his suit jacket and produced a sturdy switchblade. This, he trailed across the man's chest. The point was so sharp, it nicked his skin all the way down.

"I have to tell you, Juan...you've had this coming for some time..." His voice was smooth, determined though accented with something not quite comforting. He wasn't a man you'd want speaking to you, and judging by the heavy artillery on him at the moment, he wasn't someone you wanted around you at all. A noise from the other room alerted him immediately, though he didn't move to look up, never removing his eyes from "Juan" under him. Another man entered the room, this one slightly shorter than the first, his hair curling in the front, masking his dark eyes in a veil of blackness. He said nothing, merely stood in the doorway, his hands crossed over the black dress shirt he wore. On his shoulders hung a set of holsters, both holding .45 calibers. There was another on his hip as well as a small pistol that was strapped to his right leg, just above his boot. Comparing the two men, there were stark contrasts. The shorter man was darker, his lips were thin and curled into a curled into a sneer reminiscent of Sid Vicious. He said nothing in the time he stood in the doorway, his dark eyes watching the first man carefully, almost calculating his movements. The silence was shattered by a crash in the living room followed by a few insults and and another crash. The second man narrowed his eyes and snarled, walking from the room without a word. The look on his face had been one of 'get it over with.'

It was one fluid movement that took Juan Haldiz's life. A flick of the tall man's blade and the blood popped from his throat as he gasped for his final breath. The rest poured from his throat like from a sliced balloon. Rising from the ground in a steady movement, the man stood, looking down at Juan for a moment before wiping his hand over his face and neck, only smearing the blood, but made no effort to wash it from his skin. He walked from the room and down the hall where there were three others, the shorter man had his hand gripped into the shirt of one of his partners. As the first entered the room, he tossed the younger from him and looked at him. No words could properly describe the cold chill his gaze would have caused someone who was unaccustomed to him.

"Done."

The shorter man raised an eyebrow and looked towards the door, nodding to it for a moment before looking at possibly the youngest member of this little group.

Find the computer and wipe it. We've got 20 minutes. He moved and faced the taller man again. Too long, Lawson. Too long.

Lawson smirked slightly but said nothing as he slid the blade across a cleaning cloth and wiped the blood from it. A gun would have been faster, and they'd known it, but then again, a gun in a quiet Mexican town would have drawn too much attention to them. Still, no one down here talks. They just know better. The younger one steadied himself on his feet from behind thrown and made a face, only briefly looking upset before he continued to do his job. There was no time to be hurt by their boss, they had a job to do. He was Jet, their youngest member and though he didn't have the same ruthless attitude as his older counterparts, the jagged cut of his body gave him the look of being more than he was. Gray was the other one helping him, he played surveillance when he needed to, though his specialty was more to do with poisons. He'd had his fun earlier with the man now dead in the kitchen. Gray was the only one among them who was certifiably insane, the boss appeased his demons and he had his uses. They all did.

Lawson moved to the corner of the room, sliding the switchblade back into his coat. He had several in there, a row on each side sewn into his coat personally. They held varying sizes of knives, daggers and just stray blades covered so they would cause no damage to him but could kill with just a throw. He was deadly...he always had been.

Their real names were unimportant in this business. As were the extenuating circumstances that causes normal men to turn their backs on the law and go into business for themselves. What these men had in common was their desire for a different line of work, one that could accommodate their specialties and keep them from being too...well....bored in having a normal life. Their "names" now were nothing more than titles, a way of recognition to what they do for a living but nothing more than that. None of them described the men, and they weren't there as placeholders for something else. It just was, how it was. Jet finally found what he was looking for and knelt down, sitting on the tops of his feet as he cleared the hard drive, saving all the information they needed while removing anything else that may be interesting to the authorities. He was fast, his fingers barely striking the keys. He was the newest of the group and had yet to dress the part he as playing. While Lawson wore a suit coat over a reddish brown dress shirt, black slacks and shined dress shoes, Jet was sitting pretty in a pair of converse hi-tops and a black t-shirt. Their boss, Drayton, was clad in all black as well, his pants were black jeans and his shoes were combat boots, military issue. Gray's choices were a charcoal shirt and pants combination in dress shoes likened to Lawson's, but without the handy little knife trick in the tips. While Jet may have looked innocent, don't let the look fool you, he was just as deadly as the rest.

The men removed themselves from the house the same way they had come in. Drayton out the door first, Lawson behind him, though he moved to open the door to the sleek Lexus SUV and held it such until Drayton and Jet were inside. Gray slid into the passenger seat and Lawson moved around to the driver's seat, sliding into the vehicle easily and putting it into gear. Silence was the only thing filling the van of men, Jet was sitting on the right of Drayton, his head down, he was in communications with the person who had sent them on the job in the first place, working out the transactions. They were heading for the other border crossing, not the Texan one they'd entered but the one on the side of Los Angeles. As the sun crept down below the horizon, Drayton was the only one that had shifted slightly, merely laying his head against the glass for a moment and resting his eyes. None of them spoke, none of them had to. It wasn't until they approached the border that Gray spoke, turning his attention to Lawson for a moment. In the darkness there was nothing about him worth mentioning but as they were approaching the lighted streets and border patrol, he'd noticed the drying blood on his partner's neck. "We should stop soon."

Lawson nodded and pulled into a little rest area, stopping off to the side of the street lamps, they could see but no one else could. Not that there was anyone else there though. Jet climbed from the back of the van and moved around to the back, pulling open the trunk and proceeded to set four bags onto the concrete at his feet while simultaneously lifting a hidden compartment, opening it and setting his computer and various bits of technology inside. Lawson slid from the driver's seat, leaning into the other side of the van and lightly laid his hand on Drayton to rouse him, careful not to shake him, he tended to shoot first and ask questions later if someone surprised him. Opening one eye, he moved a hand through his hair and nodded to Lawson, stepping out and stretching slightly. Walking to Jet, he took the bag waiting on the ground for him and carried it to the restroom without so much as a hello. After rearranging the trunk, the other three followed suit. About ten minutes later all four of them reemerged, their clothes different and as cleaned up as they could be given the circumstances of where they were stopped. The suitcases they had carried in now held their old clothes, each man still had a concealed item on them somewhere, while the vast majority of their weapons had already been put away and safely hidden away. Drayton took driving this time with Jet in the front seat. Gray and Lawson sat beside one another, all of them appeared to be more relaxed, though looks can be deceiving.

Silence fell between the four, as they drove. The border crossing was effortless as ever, they had their passports, names different this time. A product of the young one up front, Jet had his talents but then again, they all did. All of them had something they'd come from, or something they may have been running from and yet none of them knew the others' stories. The only two who spoke to one another on a basis were Lawson and Drayton, though when there was nothing to be said, there were no words between them. There never needed to be. This was who they were. Most people referred to them as a cleaning crew, when one killer couldn't get it done, it was their job to mop up the area. Their real use was much more serious. Their jobs were carefully selected and nothing stopped them when they got started. There were only a few set rules between them:

1. Never take a job if the circumstances seem shady. Basically do your homework, if no information can be found on the employer or the one he wants killed, leave them. No amount of money will help you if you're arrested.

2. If someone else is hired to do the same job for "security" take the cut and leave. There's no point if your client doesn't believe you can accomplish the job. He'll learn the hard way...when you take your money and him out so he can no longer pay the other hired "help"

3. Never, NEVER get involved with other hit men or groups of hit men. It only ends badly. Case and point, any and all interactions with the female contract killer known as The Black Widow. Interaction with her tends to end is pain* **

4. If you can't do it, don't push it.

5. If someone is injured or killed on the job, leave them. They shouldn't have gotten caught. *Unfortunately this rule has been broken several times in relation to all of the team, most recently it was Jet and the misfortune of running into and stepping on the toes of one of their own. The Black Widow is not to be trifled with, and finding themselves bound and gagged wasn't exactly how they wanted that job to end.

The rules must be followed, even if sometimes smudged. Ignoring them means death. And that is not something that can be easily pushed off. Finding and training a new member to the team is often more trouble than it's worth. Jet is the newest member and had to prove himself more than the rest, Drayton and Lawson have been the original pair, adding Gray several years into their business, they took a chance on the kid with an affinity for poisoning for fun. Jet...well he was just there. Drayton had found the kid by accident and somehow he fit into their group relatively well. He won't leave them either, the rules all apply but sometimes they need to be bent just a bit.