I was on my knees, begging for Doe to stop. I had done something stupid and foolish and I was about to feel the consequences that would ripple through the rest of my life. Doe was an assassin; her name was rarely spoken, but those who knew of her could always trust her to get the job done. I was the only person to have seen her face, to have heard her voice, and to have actually touched her. She chose me because of my ability to teleport to any location I could visualize at whim. I knew I could be easily regarded as a convenience to her and cast off as unimportant, but she cared. I know she did.

That's why this is the first time I've ever been in the same room as her when she was going to kill. Her gravity flooded over my body and my presence reached out to feel everything it was touching. Sadly that included the victim. I could feel the fear all over her, the woman's skin was like ice and she was terrified. "Doe... please... please don't do it..." I could still speak, but I couldn't look up no matter how much I wanted to. The sound of ammo being inserted into a gun made me cringe.

"Co-come on... please? She... I don't know who she is... but she doesn't deserve this... does she?" My voice was beyond pitiful; it was pure weakness, filled with fear and nervousness. I knew it wasn't going to make a difference. I might as well have been begging for my life - I sounded the part.

"Sorry Lynn, had you stayed outside..." I tried to shriek as I felt the gun fire and the sick sensation of a bullet piercing skin, skull, and brain. I had never seen death, but I could feel the coldness in her immediately. The warmth of life suddenly disappearing shocked me and I felt like I was going to puke. I felt the weight on my body lift as Doe looked down at me. My eyes widened when I saw the woman's body sprawled out in her own study, blood seeping into the carpet. I looked at Doe once more and I felt a spark of indignation and hate that I had never felt toward her before. As I started to get up, I pictured a place far away from these two corpses.

I shrieked as I woke up in pure panic, rolling off the bed and crashing tangled in the blankets and sheets. I heard scrambling from the other room and I felt the panic well up more; only thoughts of running and getting away filled my mind. I couldn't stay there! Doe was coming for me! I tried to picture some serene place, a garden somewhere, but I couldn't think straight. A hand grabbed at one of my flailing arms and that garden came into view. I was about to go there when I felt an impact and a sharp sting across my face.

I opened my eyes and Bridget - at least I thought it was Bridget, since Charlotte would never slap me - was looking down at me. "Breath deep kiddo, come on. Yer safe here, ok?" I had tears streaming down my face, I must have looked like a wreck. My breathing was still fast and my heart felt like it was going at a thousand beats per second, but I struggled to calm down. "That a girl... come on, yer safe..." Bridget relaxed her grip on my arms as I took a few deep breaths.

"I..." Bridget just shook her head as she held me by the shoulders. I took a few more deep breaths and I felt excruciatingly hot, even while icy sweat dotted my skin. My heart beat finally came down and I took a look around: It was the hotel we booked the day before; two rooms with two beds in one room and a sort of living area in the other. Charlotte was standing in the door looking worried.

"You scared us pretty badly last night, coming home in that condition." Charlotte was genuinely worried, which relieved me considerably. "You've had nightmares where you have woken up like this before, but this... Please Lynn, tell us what is troubling you so much."

Doe had always been on my thoughts, and that nightmare was a reoccurring one. That was why I ran, why I traveled with the twins now - but it still haunted me. I knew Doe had been killing even before that night, but actually feeling it was too much.

"A lot of things, but... it's all stuff I have to take care of myself. I wouldn't want to put you two in dan--" Fuck. I already had. Doe had warned me that two people were coming for the three of us, and I hadn't poisoned them. Well, ok, I kind of did, but it was more like a super aphrodisiac instead of an actual poison.

"Lynn?" Charlotte's voice piqued with curiosity.

I shrugged as I tried to think of something to tell them. "Uhm... well, maybe it would be best if I started at the beginning...Åh I grumbled a bit incoherently. ÅgWell that woman last night, she's... and old friend, right? Her name is Doe, I 'met' her when I was five and really only have a few memories about my childhood that don't involve her. She sorta trained me, helped me out, took me in like a daughter... and... uhm." swallowed a lump in my throat; it was hard to say this. I didn't know if they would blame me for helping for so long or how they would react. I tried to open my mouth but it felt like it was wired shut.

"Yes?" Charlotte whispered into my ear and I felt her voice lace through me as little fuzz of bliss eased my anxiety. Normally I would yell at her for using her power on me, but I was really thankful for it this time.

"Doe is... an assassin..." Even with Charlotte's blissful fuzz in my mind that was still incredibly hard to say. I wasn't looking at them, but I felt their gazes meet and a bit of nervousness come over them. I know what their next question was. "Yes... she used me for my ability... so I... you know... helped kill a..." Two fingers pressed against my lips, it was always somewhat cute when they did the same thing at once; even at times like that, and I didn't finish my statement.

"It ain't yer fault ya'know? The point that yer still feeling guilty about it that much shows that ya never really wanted ta do it." Bridget was right, but I knew what was happening and I didn't run away sooner. I always had that ability to and never did...

"I know what you're thinking Lynn, and you really shouldn't. She raised you since you were five, I'm surprised you didn't follow in her foot steps." Charlotte was also right, it was hard to argue with that. "Not that any of us are completely innocent... but what we do isn't that bad!"

I groaned. The fact that people were after us sprung to the front of my mind. "We have slavers coming after us, we can't stay here too long." I squirmed a bit, hoping that it would distract them from having to tell them entirely what happened last night.

"Slavers? I thought the slaving operation was taken down when I was... well when I was a little girl." Charlotte seemed to be taking the news that she might be made into a sex slave pretty well, or perhaps she thought it just wasn't going to happen.

I had heard of that incident, some silver skinned heroine took down the slave ring in Midas City - but that was just one night and it had been about two decades since then. "No black market stays dead for too long, Doe gets most of her 'jobs' from those meetings."

"Really?" Bridget seemed a little more than just curious.

"Well, sort of. It's a popular place for people who don't mind breaking the law to go. She will stop by there, find out who is in need of her services, and then approach them at a later time. Actually doing dealings like that inside the auction would be pretty dangerous."

I had been to a few of the auctions myself. If nothing else, it was extremely well ran. It shamed me a bit to think of the shows as quite entertaining too. "They run at almost completely random dates - they just say when to arrive at the next one the night of the auction. Location changes frequently too."

"Ya know an awfully lot about these... Ya coulda gone forward ya know and got 'em... like, stopped?" Both Charlotte and I looked at her confused. She was always the one that joked we should keep the women and find a way to sell them, after all. "What?"

"Well..." Charlotte seemed to be lost finding exactly what she wanted to say - for good reason. I should've done something, but... I was afraid that Doe would come after me if I did. That was a fear I always had. It was a poor excuse though, I could've found someone to talk to about it; the police, anyone of the heroes running around. Hell, maybe even that heroine that broke up the one in Midas was still around.

"I could have, but I didn't think about it. Right now I would really rather not deal with law enforcement, and it's been a while, things probably have changed a bit." I looked away sheepishly as I got up. "For now, I really, really, need a shower though."

"One last thing Lynn, when you came home you were uhm... Well it was obvious you were fucked. Did you get... you know, raped?" I froze in place as Charlotte asked and I felt a nervous blush spread across my face. I turned around slowly though and looked at her.

"Uhm... well... I... don't know if... you can, you know... call it rape, exactly..." I couldn't stop blushing. A part of me really missed the sex with Doe. Maybe I was just being used for that, but it always felt really good too...

Bridget looked at me. "Ya mean we can't call it rape cause it's like what we do?" I tried to meet Bridget's gaze, but it was hard. Maybe that's why I didn't feel bad about what we did to women at our shows, because I really enjoyed it and didn't consider it rape. These two though... I don't know really why they did it. For sport?

I turned away sheepishly. "Yeah, it's like that..."

"How does she do it?" Charlotte looked at me as if I had some mark on my head or some sign somewhere on my body. Being naked wasn't exactly liberating at the moment, I felt more like I was in a medical examination. Maybe she was just enjoying the view though.

"Well, I've told you about my other ability besides teleporting. It's called 'presence', remember?" They both nodded and seemed to get a little more curious. "It allows a small area of extra perception around me and lets me slightly alter how people perceive me. This allows for me to be invisible if I'm with a group. It's why you two decided I'd be a good stage magician."

"Yeah, we know that. So, how did she do it?" Bridget was getting a bit impatient.

"I'm getting to that!" I hissed at her. I was just making sure she was up to speed. "Well... it can do one more thing..." I took a deep breath and concentrated, my normal ability to sense went out about ten feet in every direction. It was quite a strain to make a rather weak attempt at this. Their eyes widened a bit as they felt extra weight on their mind. "This is called 'gravity'. Mine is very weak though. This is the strongest I can do of it and I can only hold this for a few minutes without getting a massive headache."

I let the field drop and sighed. They both looked at each other and then back at me. "That was kind of weird... so it's more extreme? She makes you incapable of thinking?" Charlotte raised an eyebrow; she was already critiquing it and she hadn't even felt a real dose.

"Well... she can choose which thoughts to weigh down and make lustful impluses the only ones you can really act on, or notions of obedience and things like that..." I sighed. If I told them the next part I knew I would regret it, but I had some pride and I couldn't let them think that was the only thing that got me. "And it blends together with 'presence' really well... When she uses it, I can feel both of our bodies perfectly and it's just..." I licked my lips to show just how good it was. They both laughed and rolled their eyes.

"But I really need a shower, so if you will excuse me-" I walked away from the two of them, feeling a little better now that I had told them everything that I thought they needed to know. They seemed to take it pretty casually too, which was very uplifting.

A woman with moss green hair walked down a rather busy street. Her cellphone began to ring and she took it out of her jeans pocket, answering it casually. "Hey." She walked for a bit more before suddenly stopping. "Oh? Really now?" She laughed a little bit as a small blush spread across her face. Something that seemed to belong on the slightly tall woman's face.

She kept talking on her cell phone as she started walking again. "Wait, repeat that?" She seemed a little surprised about what the caller was saying. "Seriously? You're the ones who got that job? Lucky bitches." The woman spoke sharply with her voice showing the signs of actual annoyance. "You know I wanted to get the Lynn job!"

It took a lot of effort for her not to throw down the phone, but what the caller was saying was apparently important enough to keep her listening. "Oh? You need my help?" She waited for further confirmation. "All right, fine, fine, but I want fifty percent... yes, fifty... Look, I don't care, 50% or no deal! Got it?" Some people looked at the woman who apparently didn't mind shouting into her phone outside. "And I get dibs too."

There was a long pause at the other end. "All right, tonight then? Excellent. I'll go get changed and we'll meet somewhere." The moss-haired woman smiled. "Yeah, sounds good, see you in two hours." With a laugh she hung up the phone. Tonight was going to be a very fun night. What to wear though? She wanted to make a good impression after all!