Killings

Killings: Introduction
Sailormoon (Haruka) fanfiction
immo - immo@hamena.org
rating:PG-13

Been writing so much fiction in other places, I thought I should go back to my roots. What made me start writing in
the first place. Ah, Sailormoon, how much hours of entertainment have you provided me? Really, just the prologue.
An idea I just got. I really should be studying for my exam that I\'m going to be having in... oh... 19 minutes?

Reviews, comments, complaints, suggestions, etc. All are welcome. And believe me, reviews make me get off my lazy
ass and actually write! Tell me how you like/love/hate this little piece, k?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kim Possible and its characters nor do I make money off of what I\'m doing, though I wished I did. This is purely for my own and others\' enjoyment, I have no money, please don\'t sue me! This disclaimer also applies to all chapters after this :D have a nice day!

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\"Oh Carl,\" Haruka sang her little rendition of Neil Sedaka\'s \'Oh Carol\' softly to herself, as she looked
around the hallway. \"I am but a fool...\"
Her steps echoed on the stairs, and she could hear the sound of someone, scurrying along on the second
floor. She looked positively devastating with her dusty black leather jacket, and sunglasses. She smirked a bit,
laughing at herself. Too much Matrix. The second and the third installment of the trilogy had been crap, but damnit
if she didn\'t love the costumes. She pushed the sunglasses up so they rested on her head. It was stupid to wear
sunglasses in the house when it killed your visibility.
\"Darlin\' I love you--\" She kicked open a door, and ducked to the side when there were answering shots. She
counted them carefully, took a deep breath, and rolled into the room, quickly killing a woman and rendering the
shooter harmless. \"--though you treat me cruel... you hurt me--\"
\"Please...\" The man looked up at the blonde, pleadingly. \"...please...\"
\"And you made me cry,\" She placed a finger on her lips, urging him to be silent. \"But if you leave me, I
will surely die.\"
Two shots into his head, one to kill him, two because she was overzealous and liked to know that when she
worked, she gave 110%.
Carl Maximoff. The man had been a snitch. And the Russian mob would not stand for it. He must be made an
example of. So they hired one of the best, and the best, the very best of them all was Tenoh Haruka. She was utterly
heartless and in all her years in the business, had never botched up a job.
She was the one they called, when things needed that extra, personal touch.
\"With love, Mr Maximoff,\" Haruka bent down and relieved the man of all the valuables he carried. \"From
Russia.\"
The mob didn\'t care who knew, just really, that everyone knew that those who crossed the Russian mob, did
not live to cross them again. Taking out a five Kopeck coin, she casually tossed it in the air and caught it. She
opened the man\'s mouth, and placed the coin under Carl\'s tongue. She looked over at the body of the late Carl\'s
wife.
\"Too bad,\" Haruka said wistfully, when she saw that Mrs Maximoff had been beautiful.
Neighbors must have called the police now. This was a quiet neighborhood. Gunshots would be reported and
police would arrive on the scene momentarily. Stepping away from the carcass, she made her way to the nursery to
finish off what she had been sent to do.
Every Maximoff in the household had to die.