Addicted to her predator

Madeleine de Proust

A woman is like a tea bag – you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water. Tiara is just like that a wild lioness who cannot be tamed by anyone, at least until now! She is all; a glamorous, young and a mighty woman, when she walks she bring out urge in men and women to turn around and look at her well defined carved body with jet black hairs brushing over her silky white skin. Blood underneath her skin is rushing such that it gives pinkish hue to her cheeks and velvety lips. Her lynx eyes sparkling like a honey in sunlight but reflecting innocence as untouched kitten. She is one of her kind!

When a butterfly is formed, the caterpillars not only spoke of her beauty but also of her weirdness. And wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings now.

Deep inside thick forest of tall pine trees which has silence and peace, but also its own chaos. Tiara leans forward with a bow in her hand and hairs moving steadily on her body. Due to cold weather her nose and cheeks are red with sharp glimpse in her eyes. Aiming at a distance of 2 km she released the arrow, which hit the target on the furthest tree trunk, explained in just two words Perfect Shot it was!!!! like all the previous ones.

Even in cold weather due to 5 hour long practice, sweat is coming down from her feminine long neck to her chest portraying her beauty. She looked at Azlan and throw the bow at him with a sparkle in her eyes.

“You seem exhausted now, lets move back to red zone”, Azlan pleaded.

No answer from Tiara, she is reloading the sniper.

“You have been here since last 5 hours, you need to rest” Azlan said in a low voice.

Still no response…

After a while Tiara said coldly: “Come here Azlan!”

She moved toward Azlan and gave him a coin.

“On count of three, flip the coin in air,” Tiara said while positioning Azlan.

“One …. Two…. and Three!”, Tiara exclaimed.

*Gunshot*

She targeted the coin in air with a sniper remarkably. Azlan trembled yet smiling picked up a ring that was left of a coin from a ground.

Azlan knew that she is the best shooter “CARBON” can have – Real diamond. He remembered, the light in Tiara’s eyes when he first met her at new comrade meeting. Azlan was her guide as well a good companion. He’s always with new organizational members, checking them and telling them rules in a five days’ trial period.

Tiara left the gun and headed back towards black Bentley, Azlan following her. She drifted it spreading dust clouds behind, Azlan taking support of dashboard took long breath as Tiara raced Bentley towards red zone.

Azlan Point of View (POV)

Tiara is a quite girl yet very observant. I am working for CARBON since when I was 16 years, I’ve trained multiple people for the organization as it was my duty. But she …. she is different. Tiara don’t like to engage in conversation other than work, and I haven’t seen her smiling until now. Today is her 4th day of training with me and she is already acing it. It seems like her sole life purpose is to achieve something which isn’t clear yet because no one in such a young age is this much focused as she is being only 19 years.

Usually there was silence in car or otherwise Azlan starts conversation.

“You have done a great job today,” said Azlan.

Tiara just nodded her head but don’t said a word.

“How is your uncle?”, Azlan asked in a low tone. Tiara doesn’t talk about anyone from her family, her Uncle Jordan is the one took her here.

“I have not spoken to him since my entry into cartel”, Tiara replied.

Azlan looked at her for a second and then turn his face to look outside. It started raining and temperature dropped more.

They stopped in front of an isolated wooden house. Tiara moved out of the car and handed the keys to a another man standing there looking like a guard with a AR rifle.

Azlan went inside a cozy house, holding the door for Tiara. Fire was burning in ingle with a sweet aroma coming from a kitchen, which hit her strongly and reminded her of something familiar but she doesn’t get a moment to think as suddenly a mature woman appeared with a bright smile on a face.

“You are back! I have been waiting for you both (looking at Azlan)”, Morgan (a middle-aged woman) said joyously.

“There is something for you in bedroom”, Morgan said looking at Tiara with a smile on her face.

Tiara looked at warmly at Morgan and nodded then went upstairs.

She opened the door of her room *cracking voice of wooden room door*.

She looked around the room and saw on left side near the window is a chocolate brownie with a candle lighted on it, she looked at it for 2 minutes still. Then moved towards the window, she removed her black leather jacket and tied her long hair in a bun. She then sat on a couch and noticed the note beside brownie saying “Birthday Wishes Tiara!”

The note and that smell of freshly baked brownie took her to past. It was totally involuntary, a gist of fresh air caressed her face. Everything of present seemed blurry as she was shifted to past….an ordinary girl studying in college with her …. younger sister …. Emma …. and her... parents ...… mom …. and dad. Living a peaceful family life laughing and smiling.

It’s been ages that she has not laughed or giggled, that naughty lovable girl is transformed into serious, strong and focused or one can say into a mature lady!

There are two types of pains, one that hurts you and the other that changes you… forever!

Flashbacks appeared before her eyes, indeed a sudden rush of memories - Madeleine de Proust.