*???'s POV*

I shot awake and backed up into a wall...only to find that it wasn't a wall, it was a bedframe. I was underneath thick fluffy pink covers with soft pink pillows beneath me. Dear god the whole room was pink! Then I realized that I was now in the madman's house. 'Fuck!' I rolled out of the bed finding myself to be a little woozy still. I groaned and fell back. The comfort of the sheets almost dragged me back to sleep but I fought it. I can't go back to sleep. Especially in a place that is filled to the brim with that dreadful color.

I got up and marched towards the door in the front of the room, nearly stomping to keep myself up. I reached the door and held onto the knob. 'Just have to...get out of here...' I turned the knob and ran into something, or rather, someone.

It was the man of the hour. "Oh, good morning~"

I backed away from him and looked for something to use as a weapon.

"I've taken away your weapons my dear. There's nothing here for you to use as a weapon." I looked over to the bed and noticed the wood. The bed was like a bed made for a queen. And the wood was only holding up the canvas above. Without hesitating I kicked it and managed to break off a piece, grabbing hold of it and having it face him. "Ok...did not expect that I'll admit...But you can't be that strong right now, the drug should still be in, even if it is mild."

I felt another wave of exhaustion hit me but I didn't let him see. "Try me."

He closed the door and held out his arms. "Let's tango baby." It didn't even take him a minute to grab my wrist and to pry the weapon from my hand. In another second I was beneath him with my wrists pinned to the bedding which once again lured me to want to sleep. But I refused.

"L-Let me go," I demanded.

"And what if I don't want to~?" I struggled to get him off. "You sure talk big for someone like you..."

"You...you did this to me."

"I'm sorry but I had to. You weren't giving me much of a choice."

"You...are a bastard."

He sighed and let me go. "And you...are a Rose." He looked over to me. "Is that even your name? Amber Rose?"

I glared at him. "I would never tell someone like you my name."

He shrugged and muttered something to himself. "Anyway, there's breakfast in the dining room if you're interested. I promise it isn't poisoned if you were wondering." He paused in the now open doorway. "I...would also change if I were you. I don't think going around in your underwear is a good idea...there's clothes in the closet."

When he left, I looked down to see I was indeed in my underwear with a flannel to cover my top part. It didn't really bother me that much but I knew I should at least be somewhat decent. It helps me focus if anything really and may help me get the want of sleep off of my mind.

I glanced over to the door next to the closet. I opened it to find it to be a bathroom. 'Maybe a shower would help too...'

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*Wilford's POV*

I let my cheeks go red once I was outside of her door. 'She doesn't know what she does to me, does she.' I sighed and ruffled my locks as I heard her start up the shower. That Warfy stuff was probably making her loopy still. I did give her a high dosage admittedly but if that girl could still be sober after quite a few rounds of shots, who knows what she's had experience with in the past. Maybe she's just as crazy as I am to grow tolerant to the effects of drugs and poisons!

I went to the kitchen and waited there. Dark came into view, his dark demeanor radiating in his business suite. I offered a smile and he grunted, going to go fetch some coffee. "Good morning to you too..." I muttered.

As the pot was running, he muttered, "You should've killed her."

I tilted my head back to look at him. "Well, she could be of use."

"She's an assassin and you're her target. What do you think you'll accomplish with her?"

"Well, we're assassins too; maybe she can join the crew."

I heard him groan. "What makes her different anyway? You always kill off the ones that go after you, why couldn't you do it with her?"

I thought about it. "It'd be a waste...she did disarm me y'know..."

"Because you were being reckless."

"Because she's good at what she does." He rolled his eyes and I returned to my food. "She kind of reminds me of myself..." I muttered, more to myself.

But he still caught on. "Wilford, the day any woman is like you will be the day pigs fly."

I brushed off the comment and moved the food on my plate around. In the next moment, a woman with short dark brown hair and-wait. "Amber???"

"Yeah?" she asked, clearly bored as she dried herself with a towel behind her ears.

"Your hair...Was anything from last night real?! At all?"

She laughed slightly and didn't answer, simply grabbing a plate that was left out and taking it back to a spot on the table. Dark's spot.

As she was eating, I felt Dark's eyes glaring at her like daggers. She glanced up at him. "What's your problem?" she asked.

"...You're in my spot."

"So what, are you going to cry now?" she asked in a babyish tone. "Boohoo, the big man in a business suite lost his spot."

He was annoyed now, I felt it. I heard something slice and before I could react, Dark went at her with his inhuman speed and I expected blood...but, there was nothing. Instead, there were two highly talented assassins in front of me, glaring and holding off one another, Dark with his knife nearing 'Amber' and 'Amber' with a fork. Although she was shaking slightly, she was still able to hold off against Dark's strength.

I saw his glare turn to curiosity as his eyebrows furrowed. "What are you?"

Her expression was blank. "Simply an average lady." She kicked forward but Dark didn't budge. Must've not been hard enough. "Damnit." She glared daggers at me with her brown eyes. "What the hell did you give me?!"

"It's called a Warfy. I'll explain more if you two could stop your little act." She growled as did Dark and they stopped, both eyeing each other to see if one would attempt to kill again. Then, hesitantly, they sat down, Dark finding himself another seat as he kept glaring at her. "Now, a Warfy is like a super drug. I'm sure you've encountered some sleeping pills and hallucinogens in the past, correct?" She nodded. "This is a mix of those things and it is mixed in a way that it is very very potent and even a little bit will have someone out...with your case I kind of went overboard a bit so as to not chance you waking up in the car."

She didn't respond and rather ate whatever was left on her plate before putting it away in the sink. She returned to the table. "So, what exactly are you planning to do with me since you haven't killed me yet?"

"Well..." I looked over to Dark to see if he had any problem with my next statement but he didn't comment. "We wanted to see if you'd be interested in joining the team."

Her face changed to a look of confusion. "What?"

"Yes~ We're offering you a place on our team of assassins!"

Her look continued till she shook her head. She looked over at Dark. "He can't be that dense can he??"

Dark nodded. "Hey! I'm not dense!" I refuted.

She looked back over to me. "I work alone. Plus-" She grabbed her fork by its teeth "-you're my target." She threw it my way at a high speed and I quickly dodged it. "Damnit." She got up. "I'm leaving. I'll just tell my client to find someone else."

"But-" She was about to go out the door when she paused at the door. She backed away from it, confusion riding her face.

"I don't th-think that i-is a good idea, Ms. Lily Mason." Her eyes widened and she backed away farther. Google soon came into view, glitching slightly and his eyes red. 'Wait, her name is Lily?'

"Wh-what is wrong with you? Your eyes-"

"That is none of y-your concern. It's either you stay here with u-us or you die Ms. Mason." Google changed his right arm to a drill and had it whirring very loudly as she dropped to the ground.

I think this is the most expression I've seen come out of her besides being bored. Maybe because it's something she doesn't understand? Then, her face changed and she quickly grabbed a chair and threw it right at him, knocking him slightly off, then she dove past him and tried to escape.

"Shit! Google, you scared her!"

"Sh-She threw a chair a-at me!"

I ran out and saw her struggling with the door which had been bolted up. She looked back and stared at me. Then she looked behind me and pressed herself further against the wall. "Wh-what is that thing?!?"

I looked over to see Google with a hurt look on his face as his eyes returned to their normal brown hugh. "I-I apologize," he muttered, "I still have you on as a threat."

I looked back to who I now assume is Lily. "Lily, this is Google. Google is an AI...but doesn't liked to be referred to as one." She looked over to him, then back to me, her face slightly relaxing but only slightly. "He won't hurt you as long as you agree to work with us."

"...You expect me just to give in to you like that?"

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*Lily's POV*

A million thoughts and questions were running through my mind. I couldn't read this Google person; he wasn't even a person! An AI, very developed by the looks of it with some minor glitching. Not even the government had a hold of that kind of technology!

I needed to concentrate. Doors are bolted, windows are also bolted- I looked over to the fireplace. 'Perfect!'

I dove for the fireplace and before they could react, I began to climb out of there.

As I reached the top, I heard them coming out from the front door. I looked at my surroundings and found I was in some neighborhood. "Hey!"

I took off and jumped onto the roof next to their house. Then I kept jumping till I reached a safe distance and jumped down onto a car. Landing with a hard 'BANG!', I grunted and rolled off, getting into the now slightly broken car and began to hotwire it. It was up and running and I took off, seeing a pink car begin to chase after me, a slightly darker pink mustache in the front.

I sped up and went through the streets, taking anything ranging from highways to freeways to back roads, my head pounding. 'Need to lose them, need to lose them! Have to get home, I'll be safe there from these psychos!'

After a while, I saw they weren't there any longer. I traveled for a while longer to make sure they were gone but they were nowhere in sight. '...Good.' I took off home.

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*Wilford's POV*

"We lost her!" I slammed my fist on the wheel, making it honk obnoxiously.

"Don't worry a-about it."

I looked over to Google. "Don't worry about it?! Why shouldn't I-"

Google pulled up a screen in front of us of a red van that was damaged heading in a certain direction. "I bu-ugged all of the cars in the neigh-eighborhood. She just happened to take one and is lea-leading us right to her-er home."

I grinned. "Well, let's go get our girl!"

She was going to join our team. Whether she liked it or not.