The Hunted becomes the Hunter (Open ~ PM Interest)

Benjamin took several enormous breaths as he dipped around the corner of the hallway. Where was he? How had he gotten there? That was a very long story and there was no time for it now. She was out there. She was scary good, how the hell did she know where he was every single second of every goddamn minute? Those questions ran through Benjamin's head every two seconds, but were superseded by the sound of rubber soled boots lightly propelling her light form up the stairs towards his hiding spot. Soon she would round the corner and be less then fifty feet from him.

Nervously he pulled the hard metal from his pocket. He used both sweaty hands to make sure that he did not drop it. With a thick swallow he took a deep, deep breath. As the boot steps came closer and closer the breaths grew shallow and quiet until he was not breathing at all. Other then the sound of soft rubber squelching on the old tile floor there was dead silence. It was like he was in a vacuum or... Space. It was like has floating in space without anything to anchor him down, drawing closer and closer-

It was the last thought that went through his mind as he whirled around the corner and came face to face with her.

"Don't move!" The nervous waver in his voice did not go unnoticed, but after he pointed the trigger right between her feet and pulled the trigger it wouldn't matter. The loud gunshot echoed through the abandoned building. "Not another step!" He had actually fired the shot to make sure a) the gun was loaded and b) the safety was off. He thought he had everything in the right position, but that was also the first time he'd ever fired a gun. Nervously he swallowed again, and glanced over at the stairs. They were empty, it was just her.

Suddenly everything came back to him in a rush.

His life was flashing right in front of his eyes.

Benjamin W. Walters had never fired a gun, neither did he ever want to. While friends of his planned to join the Army or play basketball for the rest of their lives he steadfastly refused and instead worked tirelessly on what came both naturally and unnaturally to him. He was gifted from birth with mathematics. Combination's. Numbers. Formula's came to him like shooting, passing, and marching. He could do advanced physics and calculus in his sleep. English was a bit harder, but he worked at it and quickly mastered not only his language, but one other during high school (Latin). Later during his years at MIT he acquired basic skills in Arabic, Chinese, and Russian. However, his main focus was entirely on mathematics. Specifically algorithms for computers that described real world applications in physics, at the same time he carefully made sure to shy away from code breaking and such sorts of theory. He even went out of his way to stay away from any course that might possibly deal with that subject unless he had to.

His Masters in the subject got him a prestigious placing in government funded research labs where his computer algorithms were applied to real world simulations inside of giant CRAY computers. The past eighteen months had been mostly routine as he made progress on several interesting, but not necessarily gigantic algorithms in such things as water simulation when applied to sea currents. There were so many variables it was just finding a algorithm for each and mixing them altogether correctly, but Benjamin enjoyed it immensely and it was nowhere nearly as high pressured as other departments. Especially anything that had anything to do with the military.

Then two weeks ago he had received a letter from Joint Chief of Staff General Fitzgerald. Basically it had congratulated him for developing the "algorithms that had cracked several major codes used by enemies of the United States of America." At first Benjamin thought it was simply a mistake, and then he thought it was a prank being played on him by several of his friends, but when he received a personal phone call by the General himself he knew it was for real. He absolutely flipped. The exact words he couldn't recall except that he knew for a fact that he had called the General an, 'ignorant bastard with the entirety of his fucking brain shoved up his ass.' The man had calmly hung up, but it hadn't made Benjamin feel any better.

It turned out later that one of the nerds from a few offices down had been into Benjamin's office for a consult with one of Ben's partners and noticed that one of his algorithms could be applied to several code breaking scheme's he was working on. He had asked Ben's partner, Jamison, but the old buffoon had forgot to tell Benjamin. That had been rather nice of him, and given Benjamin quite the surprise when the General called to thank him. Of course that did little to explain why she was chasing him. Though that was a whole hell of a lot simpler.

Benjamin said slowly, in as calm a voice as he could, "What do I have to do to get you to stop!?"

She worked for the third person personal pronoun 'they.' They wanted his algorithms. They wanted him to make unbreakable codes. They wanted his brain, and if that meant breaking his body they didn't care. That was why they sent her. That was why she was standing right in front of him, confident as could be, and that was why he asked her what he had to do to get her to stop. He doubted her answer would be anything he wanted to hear, but at least he had the gun trained on her chest. The fact that she had nice breasts hadn't passed him by, especially earlier when she had tried to seduce him. It had almost worked, until he had found the gun underneath her jacket when he had woken up in the morning and tried to question her about it. That was where he had got the bruise on his jaw from. That had been quite the fight.

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It Begins

It seemed only a few days that her parents were killed. Everyone she closes her eyes, she can hear there screams. She relived that moment, every single day. Her heart beated heavily, a broken heart was part of her now. She could feel the impact of the drunk driver who hit them, T boned them. The car kept rolling and rolling. Until it hits a big tree, she was in the back seat screaming. She was only two. Bella had on a pure white dress, they were coming home from the opera. It had only been a few minutes since they laughed, she wanted to keep that moment. But now, Bella, only two. Screaming and trying to get free. Her dress, now bore the blood of her parents. Her brown eyes saw the life from them coming out of there mouths. She reached to touch her mother, but she was small, and mom was to hurt to move. She could still hear what her mother side.

"I love you...my little one"

And within a moment she opened up her eyes.

It was a time where she didn't sleep, it was the anniversary of there death, it hurt her a lot. She uses the rage to help her, nothing could hurt her any more. Bella looked into the bathroom mirror. Her deep brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. She had lost everything, she took the job of an assassin because she didn't have a life. She threw herself into battle, gun fights, her body had some bad scars. She had no idea where her life was taking her, she saw a hard life. She was only two, but she had a great memory. But she thought of something, that night..

The club was full of beer, drugs and strippers. She had gotten the information for her hit. He was very good looking, someone she would want to be with. But she took her skills, needing to seduce him. To break his Will, to succeed in her job. She swayed her hips, dancing for only him, her brown eyes looking into his. Slowly she walked to him, and stroked his cheek, he was cute that she would confess. Her heart beating, her heart felt like it was sliding into her stomach. She did a little lap dance, grinding into him. She left him, dancing on stage, she could dance that's for sure. She slid against the pole in the center of the stage. She would sing with the music, she saw many people putting money in her boots. Her body flowing with the red pair of panties and bra, but soon she removed it. Once the dance was over she went to him, she was so sure she had him, but he knew better.

Bella remembered that moment, that act that wasn't enough. Now she looked at herself in the mirror. She was getting dressed, she was always dressed to kill. She didn't have any information, which she didn't want to know about him. Afraid if she found out he was a loving husband and a great father. She was getting into a leather pair of boots, it gave her some height since she was only 5'3. Her black leather pants showed her curves. Her long legs and she put on a spaghetti strap black shirt and a leather coat over her. Bella smirked at herself. How foolish she was...

She had followed him, into the dark. She could feel him, she was silent, her heart started to beat in her ear. She was nervous and didn't know what tonight would bring. But she heard something and when she turned...she saw a gun pointed at her. She cocked her head to the side and laughed some.

"Aww how sweet" She smirked
"Trying to protect yourself?"

Her words nothing but poison to those who she would talk to. She had her hand on her gun, her eyes looking into his, she shook her head, and laughed. Her laugh was creepy, it was enough to have your skin crawl away.

"Tsk Tsk, you are a handsome one, it's to bad you won't be coming out a winner. Because only way to get rid of me, is to kill me!" she growled.

She didn't see it coming, she heard a bang and felt something horrible. Something big was in her stomach, she collapsed to her knees, badly hurt. She looked up in surprise. She held her hand to her stomach.

"You son of a bitch" She screamed, the pain and shock was to much for her, she ends up passing out. When she wakes up, she was in the hospital. She ended up being in the hospital about a month, memories of the hospital was painful.

Bella remembered cold hands, against her stomach, she opened up her eyes for a moment. Screaming in pain, tears falling down her cheek. She heard nurses, doctors and surgeons talk about her wound. Her heart was racing, she was terrified. She was afraid the bastard got away with killing her, but something inside her made her pull through.

Bella still hurt, limped because the bullet went all over the place. She was in the shadows, even more so. She managed to track him.

"Revenge is a bitch" She growled, people thought she died..but hell no, she lives.

It was nearly two months since the whole incident had occurred. The images of the assassin were growing fainter by the day as Benjamin pressed on with his work. It had taken him nearly a week to recover after shooting her. There had only been four bullets left, and he had only hit her with one even though he was point blank from her body. The rest had all gone wild, but that wouldn't happen again.

Ever since that fated day he had done many things to improve his chances of living. There was the gym three times a week and he ran every day that he could get outside. Twice a month he made it to the shooting range and while he wasn't a sharpshooter he could at least fire his gun without closing his eyes. He could also run for about five miles before getting seriously winded. There was also a basic self-defense course the military had provided because he had screamed and raged at them because of her.

Of course the military stated that she did not exist. They hadn't found blood, shells, or the pistol that he had thrown away after firing blindly at her. The military had thought he was certifiably insane, but at least they had some sort of conscious because of how pissed off Benjamin was about the whole incident.

After finishing his work for the day Ben made sure that he had locked the office and glanced around casually to make sure no one was following him. He walked slowly out to the car. With one last glance around the parking lot he slid in and started the car. He pulled out easily and began making his way home. He never took the same route home, and he kept his gun in the car. There was a lot of work to do, and he was bringing a lot of it home today. That was where his mind was, on the math, the numbers, they swarmed his head and behind his eyes.

The radio was pulsing hard with a fast and hard beat, the latest from the Black Eyed Peas.

It is said time heals all wounds, but what if the wound never goes away?. Bella's wound was still there, causing pain where ever she goes. Bella had spent some time in the hospital, but when she got out things changed. She changed her apperance, instead of black hair she colored it blond, she lost some more weight. Bella was going to try a new approach to hunting, she would gain his trust. When he lets his guard down she would kill him. She wouldn't give up on finding him, she would do what she could.

Weather was bad, it was raining out and the wind was like a lion growling. When she was in the hospital she did some writing. No one knew she could sing or play anything, it was something she enjoyed doing. Question was...would this be a sign of giving up the gun? She enjoyed the weather, closing her eyes she smiled. Her legs began to go but she didn't know where, it was strange. But lately she has been going to places she never had before.

Bella wondered if he would recognize her, something that wouldn't go over so well. She had her gun hidden. Her fingers brushed against her cheek, removing strands of hair that were stuck to her, she saw a building and it was a café, she went inside and sat down. Looking outside..

Traffic was such a mathematical phenomenon that it took Benjamin much longer then most people to get pissed off because he was trying to figure out what started the jam and what kind of effect it would have over the traffic behind him. However, he had his limits too. The stop and go of this city was insanity. True insanity. He growled and honked his horn as some jackass waited until the last minute to shoot across the intersection, leaving Benjamin stranded on his side. He slumped back in his chair and glanced out the side window, into the cafe, and right into the eyes of a beautiful woman. He smiled and waved slightly, before turning right back to the traffic and trying to control his rapidly growing temper.