Seeing Red

It wasn't so much the messed up cosmetic surgery that bothered her, but the reasoning behind her getting a pirate ship tattooed on her arse.

Yeah she'd been at a party that night and the girls had dared her to inject whatever it is they inject into wrinkles but an inked Black Pearl was another matter.

Thinking about it, she didn't even remember making the decision. She didn't remember walking through the door of the tattoo shop. In fact, what the hell, she didn't remember anything after that wrinkle injection.

Odd.

She sat at the red light tapping her hand on the steering wheel trying hard to recollect that night. The light turned green. A car horn behind her soon brought her out of her daze.

Sleep was calling. She felt really tired recently. And that was another thing...

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She woke with a start. Pain seered through her body. She felt like she'd done sixteen rounds in a boxing ring.

Slowly easing herself up, she stared at herself in the mirror. A gash above her eyebrow was the first thing she saw. A bruise on her cheek. 

Then it hit her. Flashes of the night before. A stranger in a tux, two in fact now she thought of it, hang on... three. No, wait... there were seven of these men and she decked each and every one of them with a right hook and perfect ninja style kicks. Only one left an imprint and it bloody hurt but she made sure she broke his neck.

What?

She broke a man's neck with her bare hands?

She leaned into the mirror, panicked, taking in the damage to her face and then she saw it. A red light pulsed in her eye.

She stopped. Dead. Still.

Her point of view no longer the mirror but a scrolling code sequence. A name. A place. Her next target.

She blinked.

God her face was a mess. Where had she put her make up? She looked at her watch.

Shit, she was late for work too.