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Better Than You

Chapter 2

The clash of weapon to weapon rang in her ear as she passed the training room along with the sounds of soft grunts and cries of pain when someone was struck down. A small smile came to her face, out of courtesy and respect, as one of her trainers came to her a look of disappointment on her face.

“Mistress Cara, another one of our trainees has passed away, she wasn’t strong enough for the first breaking, and her heart gave way under the Agiel.”

Cara sighed in disappointment and asked, “Did you give her the breath of life?”

The lady nodded her head vigorously, “Yes Mistress, I tried to bring her back but she was too far gone.”

Cara nodded her head and told the lady to bury the body of the young girl. She was disappointed, but this wasn’t the first time. Many young girls aren’t strong enough to make it through the vigorous training the Mord’ Sith receive. This was a tradition held out through the ages, one that was too ingrained in Cara for her to walk away. Kahlan had told Cara to try to live like a normal woman but it was impossible for her, if Kahlan knew what she was doing she would do everything in her power to stop Cara. However, Cara could not help it even though she tried to change, this is who she was. Although Cara wanted to know what it would be like for her if she were an ordinary girl, she wasn’t and she was glad. She was happy with who she was and wouldn’t have it any other way, she wouldn’t pretend to be apologetic for being what she is.

The light from the fire torches lining stonewalls danced in a warm fury as cold air blew soft blonde hair into Cara’s face. She looked out the open window into the night sky blanketing the mountains in a layer of darkness, the moon the only source of light to battle total blackness. This was her favourite time, the night was beautiful to her and she welcomed the darkness, after all there was plenty of it in her heart. She closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh, cool night air, when they opened again she saw a plane flying way too low for a passenger flyer not to mention the size. The small plane landed just outside her hidden complex and her eyebrows shot up in surprise. No one ever came here. She was sure this was hidden to most people and anyone who did wander down wasn’t ever lucky enough to get away. Her eyes narrowed and three men got out of the plane, two carried machine guns and the other wore a fancy suit and fixed his tie as they made their way to her. She shook her head, her lips pressed into a tight line and she made her way to the front entrance to meet them.

“Looks like you men are a little lost, I can’t see any reason for you to be here.” She said when she was close enough for them to hear her.

“Cara Mason is it?” The man with the tie asked her making her raise her eyebrow at him.

“I don’t know, who’s asking?” “I am Randy Lincoln, I work for the best interest of the USA, unfortunately, I can’t tell you exactly what I do but I know about you.”

“Read about me in the local paper, did you? Or did you send one of those little drones out to see if there was anything going on in the most random areas of the mountains, you people really don’t have anything better to do, do you?” The men beside him raised their guns and her hands moved to the weapons in her belt her eyes narrowing. Mord’ Sith usually only carried one Agiel, the one they were trained with. However, Cara was twice broken and therefore carried two, which was very rare, so much so that she is the only one.

“My darling, I’m not here to fight you or question what you’re doing here, even though it is illegal in every way. I am here because I know what you do. I have heard about you and your women assassins and we were hoping to employ you. We would, of course, pay you handsomely.”

She scoffed and shook her head laughing, “What makes you think I’m going to waste my time with you, you think I need money?”

“No, but I am a very influential man and if you don’t help me I can put an end to your whole operation.”

“That darling is if you make it out of here alive, which I’m not so sad to tell you isn’t going to happen.” Cara pulled her Agiels out and stood ready.

“Well, I’ve already recruited your friend so if you don’t want anything bad to happen to her I’m afraid you’re going to have to listen to what I have to say anyway.” Cara gaped at him and quickly composed herself.

“What do you mean, what friend?”

“I believe her name is Amnell? It starts with K… Kayla? Kaylan? Something rather.” As he looked at the sky thinking about whether he had the name right, acting like a right git. She knew there was a possibility of him lying about having her, but knowing Kaylan, it wasn’t a stretch for her to want to help the “good guys”.

“What do you want?” she asked and he smiled widely.

***

After the liberation of the midlands from the keeper of the underworld and the imperial order in the land Cara and Kaylan were originally from they were on a mission to help a nightwisp, a creature of magic, get to its home. They stumbled upon a portal that appeared as the nightwisp died forbidding it from warning them not to go through the portal. Cara and Kaylan knew better than to walk through a portal that was not meant for them, and to this day they do not know why or how the portal was there as they tried very hard to go back to their home. Kaylan had tripped over a vine and fell into the portal by mistake. Leaving the nightwisp, Cara followed after her and they landed in America. They were lost for a good while until they found a wizard from their world who had also fallen through the portal to this world. They had no luck in finding their way back even with the Wizard and were now stuck in this world where magic was to be hidden, but it still existed, that is how Cara’s Agiel a weapon of magic, still worked. Cara had all the Agiels of the Mord’ Sith that were ordered to be stripped of their power in her land, she was going to carry out the command of her master but falling into the new world the Agiels all recognised Cara as their new master. Kaylan had told her to get rid of them, but instead, she hid them. She had tried to be a “normal” person with Kaylan but Cara couldn’t live that way. She made an excuse of getting a new job to Kaylan and moved away from her to create her own Order here, of the Mord’ Sith. Cara hadn’t seen Kaylan for almost a year and she would see her now, in her Mord’ Sith uniform and ask questions. Cara was hoping to avoid this meeting but knew it would happen someday.

***

Cara had been staring at the white interior of the plane above her for what seemed like hours, though it hadn’t been very long, she diverted her attention to the man, Randy, sitting across from her who was on his phone. She cleared her throat, her arms lightly resting on her armrests, legs outstretched in front of her with her head on the seat. She sat up and leaned in closer to him when he looked at her.

“So I’m here, yet you still haven’t told me exactly what you want from me.”

He nodded nonchalantly and waved his hand, “The details will be explained later all you need to know right now is that I have a job that requires the skills of someone like you.” As he finished speaking Cara felt the plane descending and she looked out the window to see where they were.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

As the plane landed Cara looked out the window and saw they were in a clearing surrounded by trees, she followed the man as he stood and they exited the plane.

“There is a small cottage a few kilometres southwest of this clearing, there is a package that I need you to collect from there. You’ll know it when you see it. You will go alone. I need to know that I can count on you to do your job so you will bring the package back here. If you fail, I will terminate you.”

She chuckled and shook her head, “We’re back to that are we?” Rolling her eyes Cara stepped passed Randy and made her way down the stairs and southwest to complete her so called task. She had walked for what seemed like a good twenty minutes before she could see a cottage in the distance. She didn’t understand what he was trying to accomplish with this mission, there was absolutely no trouble getting there. When she was just a few yards away from the cottage that was passed a ditch she heard someone huffing in frustration at something. When Cara was close enough to the ditch she could see who it was without giving herself away and she smiled fondly. Cara knelt on the side and held her hand out to the woman trying to climb the ditch. The woman saw Cara’s hand and looked up quickly then took it as she smiled.

“Cara?” she asked.

“Nice to see you again, Kahlan” Cara said as she hauled her old friend up onto the higher ground and embraced her briefly before pulling away and asking how they got into this situation.

“Why did you agree to help these government cronies?”

“Cara if you are here to tell me not to help then I’m sorry but-“ Cara cut her off.

“Kahlan you’ll never change.”

Kahlan looked Cara up and down and gave her a small smile, “It looks like you won’t change either. I see you still have your Mord’ Sith suit.”

Cara blinked and then shrugged, turning to the path leading back to the plane, “Yeah well, you never know when it’ll come in handy… like now.”

Cara and Kahlan both walked briskly back to the plane to carry out whatever work the government had laid out for them, Cara decided that it couldn’t hurt to do something if not for the mere fact she was bored at the training facility, and she could spend some time with Kahlan, as long as Kahlan didn’t find out that Cara failed at being “normal”.

“How’s the normal life going Cara, how is your new job?” Kaylan asked. Cara looked at her and saw that she was genuinely asking, no suspicion in her eyes. Cara looked down, the unfamiliar feeling of disappointment in herself bubbling up in her. She didn’t want to lie to Kaylan, but she was the only familiar person in this world and her oldest friend.

“Yeah, you know boring as always, I still can’t get used to it. How’s that guy you were seeing when I left?”

Kaylan frowned a little and shrugged, “I tried Cara I really did, but you know how I felt about Richard, I don’t think I’ll ever feel that way again. There was nothing there so I quickly broke it off.”

“Kaylan, you know we aren’t ever going back there, we’ve tried, Richard is gone. You need to move on.” What a hypocrite, Cara thought to herself.

When the girls arrived at their destination the men blindfolded them justifying their actions by saying that they needed to keep this location a secret. They were then led into a building; they followed carefully until they could finally remove the blindfolds. They were in an investigation room at some government facility, there were computers and big tables filled with stacks of papers to the side there was a meeting room closed off with glass where three men were tied to their chairs, two were passed out while the other was looking at the table with his hands in fists.

“This way,” Randy said pointing in the direction of the meeting room, “Please have a seat.”

Cara and Kahlan walked into the room and the man who was staring blankly at the table looked up at them and raised an eyebrow, he looked at Randy, “Who the hell are they and when are you going to untie me?” Randy looked at his other men, the ones who must have brought these guys in and shook his head, “Is this the way you treat old friends? Sorry G Dragon, I’ll get those off for you.”

Cara raised an eyebrow at Jiyong as she took her seat, “G Dragon? What’s that supposed to be? A stage name? I guess a pretty boy like you is expected to go for a stupid name like that.”

“Oh Boy…” Randy muttered under his breath.

A/N: So this is the vague introduction of the two main female characters in the fic. I have taken these characters from The Sword of Truth series. I love those books and the way they protrayed Cara on the show holy fuck. She is my all time favourite fictional character, she’s fucking great and I wanted to do a story with her, being her so yeah.... I hope you like it, and I hope I manage to do her justice.

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jiyongisbae · 7 years ago

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Better Than You

CHAPTER 1

He stood looking outside his penthouse apartment glass wall at the buzzing city below him his hands clasped behind his back. The television behind him played the evening news but he didn’t pay much attention to it. Apparently, the president was giving a speech about random shit he didn’t care for but that was until he heard the screams. He turned around cocking an eyebrow as his gaze fell to the flat screen. The president was on the ground, and people in the crowd were falling as the journalist spoke of the terrorist attack. The sound of his door opening in a rush pulled him out of his thoughts but his eyes remained on the screen. The focus of the camera fell to the building opposite the speech podium and Jiyong could see the silhouettes of two men. It wasn’t clear for those who didn’t know who the men were to identify them based on that image, but Jiyong would never forget. He knew exactly who shot these people, he also knew they weren’t trying to be conspicuous. He shook his head, the tinge of regret reared its ugly head but he pushed those feelings down and turned to the person who had disturbed him.

“So you’ve seen the news? You know what’s going to happen now right? They’ll know who it was that shot the President, but why did he not kill him? He never misses a shot? -” Youngbae asked, tilting his head to the side in thought.

Jiyong held his hand up to stop him from stammering out all these questions rolling his eyes in mild annoyance. He sighed deeply and walked over to the door, passed Youngbae to exit the room, Youngbae followed suit.

“I don’t know what he’s playing at, you knew him as well as I do, as far as the government is involved we don’t know how they’re going to go about this. To be honest we’ve got too much shit to do here to bother with their crap and since when does the president concern me?”

“Yeah but we know him, they’ll want our help I’m sure.” Jiyong stopped in his tracks just as Seungri turned the corner and almost walked into him.

“I got a phone call from a private untraceable number, I think you know who it is,” he said passing the phone to Jiyong. He took the phone from Seungri’s hand and held it to his ear.

“I hope you have a really good reason for calling me.”

The man on the phone replied after a pause, “My, My G Dragon, testy as always I see, you know we have a deal and when I need your help-” Jiyong cut him off “I’ve already done enough, if you recall I just helped you throw two serial murderers and that hacker in jail just last month. I’m not a hero and I’m not your disposable weapon either. I could easily walk out of this deal; you seem to get more out of it than me. Quite frankly, I don’t have time to go on another mission for you.” He cut the call and threw the phone aside. He turned his attention to Seungri who was looking at his phone now broken on the floor.

“Seungri...” Blinking Seungri looked at his leader.

“I want you to take some men and go to New York, there’s going to be a weapons deal at the waterfront, intercept and take the weapons, take them to our stronghold in North Carolina. I’ve already set up a buyer who will meet you there so do not fail.” He turned to Youngbae and continued. “I want you to take the dirty cash we have and bid on the paintings at the auction here in LA tomorrow, get rid of it all and then we’ll resell the paintings. I’m going to Las Vegas and I want you to keep me posted on how you get on. I know you’ll do well,” he said to them both menacingly and gave a curt smirk then stalked off to his room.

“Fucking hell who pissed in his cornflakes?” Youngbae asked Seungri who shook his head. “He’s always in this kind of mood this time of year, you know that let him sulk in his room, Mino and the other guys are playing basketball out back, let’s waste them.”

The next day Jiyong had his bag packed for his trip to Las Vegas, he was going to be overseeing the running of the clubs that he owned there. He had worked too hard to build his empire to let it crumble now because of him. He was the most influential crime lord in the US, there was a reward of 5 billion dollars for his head and yet no one could touch him. He had immunity from the authorities because of his dealings with the government but that relationship was starting to get on his nerves. He had full control of various states and most people either avoided him because of respect or fear. However, if he weren’t holding his reputation at all costs, if he allowed himself to slip from his responsibilities someone would hit him when he was down. He couldn't give anyone the opportunity; this was all he was now.

He lifted his bag and looked around his room in the building that he owned, looked out the window and walked out of the room. He walked through all the familiar corridors of warm yellow lighting and maroon walls to the lift and he took it to the ground floor, he exited the building to his Lamborghini. He popped the boot of the car and threw his bag in, closed it and walked to the front of the car. However, before he could open the door to get into the driver's seat he felt a pinprick in his neck. He felt dizzy and groggy, he tried to reach up to his neck but his eyes couldn't stay open and all he saw was black.

When he awoke he was sitting in a chair with his wrists held on the arm rest by some metal cuffs, in front of him was a table and as he extended his gaze his eyes adjusted to the view of big computers, glass and white walls. He looked to the side and saw Youngbae and Seungri in the same position as him. He sighed and lowered his head; he knew he now had no choice but to do "the right thing".

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