Nikita let out a sharp breath and stared at the girl.

In Russia, Sasha was short for Alexandra.

Could she know?

Did she know?

The thin girl sat down onto the floor and lit a cigarette. Looking up at Nikita, she motioned for her to sit on the floor next to her.

"Sasha ran away. I don't remember when. Time passes by slowly in this hell hole, I never know what day it is."

"Do you know where? Or why?"

The girl gave Nikita a glare.

"Why else? To get out. We don't even get paid for our work here."

Nikita nodded. It was Amanda's first rule to never cut off a prisoner- if they were talking, you could distract them to the point of not speaking again. She figured it was a good time to apply the manipulative bitch's rules.

The girl stretched her legs out in front of her and continued smoking. "It was probably more then 2 years ago when Vlad called her into his office. He always liked her a little too much and the same with me. In our group- we were the first ones. There was a time when he would 'train' just us. Now that Sasha's gone, I'm his only favorite left."

She finished smoking and stubbed the butt into the ground.

"But you don't care about that. Anyway, one day he called her into the office and was yelling at her. You see, in this place, we're allowed to do whatever we want as long as we bring back customers. But Vlad was worried Sasha was tricking him. She'd become friends with this boy and Vlad though she'd been giving him free treatment."

The girl looked over.

"What's your name?"

"Nikita."

"That's a boy's name."

"Yeah. I've been told."

The girl chuckled.

"That's basically it. It was then she decided she'd had enough and when he told her to you know she grabbed a knife from the desk and cut his cheek open."

"Wow."

"Yeah. The she knocked him out and ran for it. She made a stop on the way to me, gave me her watch and was gone."

They both stayed silent for a while not knowing what to say.

"Do you know where I can find her?"

"I've seen traces of her around so I know where you can probably find her. She was friends with this boy- his name was Ronnie. He's the son of dealer from who Vlad buy's drugs from."

"You got an address?"

"Not exactly. It's a few blocks from here. There's a bakery around the Bright Lights club. To the right of that bakery there's an apartment complex. Apartment 4- that's Ronnie's place, I've been there before."

"Apartment 4 got it, thanks."

Nikita began to turn as the girl called out.

"Nikita!" She looked back. "What are you going to do to Sasha?"

Nikita shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm going to try help her."

The girl nodded. "Good. Tell her Irina say's hi."

"I will." Nikita reached into her packet and brought out her wallet. She counted the 3 twenty's and handed them to Irina. "Here, take them."

Irina's eyebrow's raised.

"You want to do business with me?"

Nikita chuckled. "No, not at all. But take the money. Hide it from Vlad and run. There's a woman's shelter around here, go there. Just… take care of yourself."

"Thanks… good luck finding Sasha."

Nikita ran.

Literally.

She was too close- so close. It wasn't until when she reached apartment number 4 when she realized that her whole life was about to change. Aside from the idea she had about bringing division down, the one main goal she had in life could possibly be completed within minutes.

She pressed her ear against the door and heard nothing. Anxious, she waited a few more minutes. When there was still nothing, she couldn't take it anymore. She reached into her hair and brought out a hairpin. Stretching it out as much as possible, she stuck it into the door handle and quickly worked her way until it clicked open.

Putting the now useless hairpin into her back pocket she carefully entered the apartment. It was disgusting. Packet of drugs here and there, a used needle on the table and clothing and junk all over the place. To go from the grand Udinov mansion to this was quite the downgrade.

She checked her watch.

10 o'clock. 2 hours since she entered the brothel.

She walked around some more looking into the rooms. Whoever lived here was definitely well off and definitely had a girl living here occasionally. But she would never be sure it was Alex until she saw her with her own two eyes.

She let out a sigh. It was useless to stand around here and wait for the guy, whoever he was to get back. Besides, he probably wouldn't take it to well to find someone in his room. Especially, considering this guy looked to be involved with drugs which certainly wasn't someone to be in the same room with.

Tomorrow, then. I'll be back.

The door jiggled.

Without another thought, Nikita slid under the bed and hid.

"Ronnie man how long's this shit gonna take?" Nikita peered out from the bed covers to see 2 blondes side by side and another tall African American to the right.

"5 seconds." The blonde with the longer hair stretched out and grabbed a bag filled with something. Nikita's guessed that the white powder wasn't flour for a cake.

"Okay so what's the plan for this week?" The black man who seemed to be around 20 grabbed himself a beer from the mini fridge and began to drink.

"We're making 50 off of Alex tomorrow I'm meeting her at Baroda's tomorrow to make the deal. She lives under some bridge near by. Then there's-"

"Hold on." The other blonde spoke up. "Alex? Hot and always high Alex?"

"Yeah" Ronnie tilted his head "why?"

"Been looking for a chance for her to make me feel good. Now I've found it."

"Amen to that" the other guy continued to drink his beer. "What d'ya say, Ronnie? Want to join in on the fun? Fuck the whore?"

Ronnie shrugged.

"Guess so. Guys lets drive over to Baroda's now, I have to deliver some of his stuff. Then we can party and tomorrow, we fuck Alex."

"What time do we get there?"

"Meeting set for 12."

"Sweet. Now lets get over to Baroda's and hurry up. Big day tomorrow- she's a feisty one."

The men grabbed a few more packets and left the apartment.

Rape her? Like hell you will.

With one last glance at the apartment she left following them as they walked down the street. To make sure that she could get to Alex in time, she'd need to know where she was headed.

13 hours later…

She sat in the bathtub and drank her wine. She had followed the man to the house and scoped the parameter. After making sure she'd memorized everything there was to know about the house, she left.

And that, was how she found herself enjoying her drink,

It was time. At 11 sharp she left the bathroom and went to get changed. Wine was something she hadn't had in all her time of living in the mansion but she needed it to calm her nerves.

Neatly dressed and gun in boot she drove her car out to where she had followed the boys the other night. She parked a block away and walked the rest of the journey.

Then she saw her.

The girl hadn't really changed. Sure she'd grown taller but she still looked more or less the same. A lot like her mother.

Alex entered the building and Nikita followed.

She heard her call out his name and heard music blasting from the inside. It was only after she heard Alex yell when she entered.

"You make us feel good" she heard Ronnie say, "we make you feel good."

"No!" Alex was struggling. Nikita walked faster.

When she saw the 2 men pinning her down she lost her temper and spoke up. The original plan had been to walk in and without a word kick their asses but she felt as though her soothing and nonchalant presence was just as intimidating.

"Let the girl go." Nikita walked a few more steps. Alex was struggling and pulled one of their arms to see who had just walked in.

"What?" The blonde turned around with a gun in his hand.

Amateur. Can't even hold a gun right.

She quickly disarmed him and knocked him out.

"Who the hell are you?!" Ronnie looked over not knowing what to do.

"Fairy- godmother!" Nikita hitch kicked him to the crotch before knocking him out as well. It was only a matter of moments before all of them were on the ground.

Idiots. Also… that fairy godmother line was cute, I should use it more often.

Nikita heard a shot and turned towards Alex.

"Whoa."

Seriously, kid, put that thing down before you hurt yourself.

She walked closer. "It's okay… it's okay." She lowered her hand in a strange attempt to calm Alex down but another shot was fired. Due to years of building her reflexes, she elbowed the girl.

And then Alex was passed out as well.

Oops.

I probably shouldn't have knocked this one out.

Nikita rolled her eyes.

"Hi, I'm Nikita. Nice to meet you."

She dragged Alex off the bed and swung her over her shoulder. After she got her back to the apartment she put her in the sauna. It was going to be a long road until she was clean but when she finished, it would be worth it.

The phoenix would train the butterfly and their silent ambush against division was yet to begin.

The End

Author's Note:

Hi there. I haven't been writing anything to not bother you from reading the story but now that it's over, here I am. I'd like to thank those who've been reading and bearing with me through all these breaks I've had. It's been a long few months, which in my opinion have been worth it. Leave a comment, please! This is only a part of the many pre-pilot works I have planned so I'll hopefully see you commenting on my next story!

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