The Sister Margaret's was quite famous. Not if you asked about it in the busy streets of New York of course. No, the people up there didn't even know that it existed and they clearly didn't care to find out about it. But if you looked down, under the sole of their shoes, you could have easily found it. Kathrine's world.

A dark and dirty place, where all of the garbage of the world hid. The people that were part of this world, just like her, were far from good. They were rats, fighting each others to eat the leftovers from anyone up there that was brave enough to feed them. They were murderers. The worst specie too, mercenaries. They killed in exchange of money and they liked to do it, they loved it. It made them fell something, adrenaline. It made them fear something, death.

They loved to feel her cold fingers graze their necks, La Muerte didn't leave any witnesses, but she had to catch them first. Them, just like rats, escaped by squeezing trough narrow openings. She liked to play the waiting game, and once in a while she succeeded on catching one of them by its tail and they all watched as it was forced to cross the line.

Kat used to find her scary. She had always feared the day that she would come and find her. But that was before, when her name meant 'Pure' and it actually reflected her soul. Now she was a cat and she had nine lives. Her life was pain and death was the only way to a peaceful moment.

But even if she ran straight into her arms Death couldn't catch her, she couldn't push her over the edge. And believe me, Kat had already tried it many times. Enough to say that she had accepted it now, she was simply waiting for her moment without caring to much about it. She was waiting for the cigarette to burn her fingers.

"Hello Kitty, waiting for a rat to pass by?" his voice brought her back. The cigarette between her fingers hadn't even reached the orange, she took one last drag before she let it fell on the sidewalk. She pushed herself away from the wall she had been leaning against and she used her shoe to crush the stump.

"Not anymore" she replied as she turned around to walk back inside, she hadn't spared him one glance. Wade laughed, she had just made a joke, he was the rat. And he was seriously whipped. He skipped in front of her to open the door, he motioned for her to go first and she rolled her eyes, letting the side of her mouth curl upwards into a small grin.

On the other side of the door Kathrine was reminded why she had had to take a moment outside, laughters and screams of joy echoed around the pub. Drinks were downed in one big gulp. People sang all together. She felt the ghost of Wade's hand on her back, between her shoulder, she let him take her to the bar — She had to go there anyway, they both knew that.

She ignored the calls of her name until she put the apron back over her clothes, she tightened it around her waist before she put her locks in a loose ponytail. "I'm coming Buck!" she shouted.

"You better" someone roared back with a laugh.

She scoffed, looking around for a bottle of something strong. She grabbed a small glass and she poured the crystal liquid, she took the shot and it made her wrinkle her nose. She leaned with her hands over the counter "What do you want Win?" she questioned to the man sitting on the other side of the wooden board, using him as a distraction from the chaos around her.

"I'd love a blowjob."

"Oh God, me too." came a voice from Kathrine's side. Weasel, her boss — He was actually the farthest thing from it but he didn't need to know that — chuckled to himself.

"The drink, moose knuckle." corrected him Wade.

The woman's smile was cheshire-like, she had tilted her head to look in Weasel's direction as she spoke "It's all yours". She grabbed her notebook and she put it into her back pocket.

"But first..." stopped her Wilson. He took out a gold card and he placed it on the counter. She grabbed it and she moved to the register, all while her boss stepped around her to prepare the drink.

She started to count the money but the merc stopped her "I ain't taking any babysitting money, alright? Make sure that gets back to Miss, uh..." he looked down, searching inside his wallet, forcing his eyes to look away from the big brown orbs at his side.

She stared back at him, amused, "Orlovsky?" she tried. She closed the cashier.

"Her." nodded Wade.

Another man at his side asked for a couple of shots, she quickly moved her hands around before she pushed three glasses of some dark brown liquid in his direction. "Thank you Kathrine" came the reply, it was mechanic, because they knew the rules. She was easy to annoy but she was hard to make angry. And her rage, God, was it scary.

Once again she ignored him. She ignored everyone, nobody seemed to be interesting enough for her liking, not even as friends, not even for a conversation. "You sure Win?" her voice was sultry — It was actually her natural tone, Wade Wilson was simply an horny motherfucker.

He hummed back in answer, trying to push away the thoughts of his name being repeated over and over. A melody made to drag him to hell without any complains. Even if he knew his fate he was sure that he would have followed her mouth anyway.

"You're a softy." she tried to insult him. He thought it was flirting. He looked into her eyes and he chuckled, she looked away from his chocolate orbs. Maybe he wasn't too far from the truth. "I bet the kid ran off without a scratch" she added, tone impassive.

"He's not a bad kid, he's..." it was his turn to look away, ashamed by his heart. Kathrine would have wanted to say that she couldn't understand him, he was lucky he still had one, but she had always been good at reading him and give reasons for his reactions. "Just a little light stalking. I was way worse than him when I was his age." Wade justified himself "I was traveling to exotic places. Baghdad, Mogadishu, Jacksonville. Meeting new and exciting people—"

"And killing them" nodded Kat along his words "You still stalk me, I've seen your instagram. So, what was special forces doing in Jacksonville?" she asked, curiosity lacing her words.

Wade loved it, her attention, it was rare and it couldn't even be described as such. Once every blue moon she asked him a question and he would burst one in his pants at the way her eyes looked inside his soul. At the end of the day, nobody was interesting enough for her, right? "That's classified." he answered before lowering his tone "They have wonderful T.G.I. Friday's."

Kathrine rolled her eyes, that's all she did with him. But it was more then enough for the man, who loved to get a reaction out of her. Just as he was about to add something more stupid Weasel showed him his strangely-named drink.

"Alright, Kalua, Bailey's, and whipped cream. I give you: A Blowjob." he motioned to the glass with his hands "Ah, why did you make me make that?" he asked the woman.

She didn't listen to him, instead she looked around the pub and she caught a glimpse of someone motioning for her to come. She grabbed a pen from the side of the cashier and she started to walk around the counter.

When she was at his side Wade stopped her from taking another step, "Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty." she looked up at him trough her lashes, he gulped down any weird thoughts. She was beautiful, he was a looser. She was the bartender and he was a killer. (This time he was really far from the truth.) "Could you bring that over to Bob, please?" she liked how that word sounded coming from his mouth "And tell him it's from Boothe, a little foreplay" he added.

She looked at him without saying anything. She turned around and she walked away. First, she needed to go get her customer's order, second she definitely wasn't going to say shit to Bob. Well maybe she was going to tell him something, but definitely not the foreplay part. Maybe.

Wade watched her walk away, following her steps with his eyes. He didn't lower his gaze, he loved the way she kept her head high as she passed trough the monsters all around her. Weasel spoke behind him "I should probably tell you to let it go but I think it's too late for it, I also like to watch you fail"

"One day I'll win" Weasel ignored his friend's pun — could it even be classified as such? — "I know it" added his friend.

"Whatever makes you sleep at night buddy" he patted Wade's back.

His eyes remained trained on the bartender. Even thought she was leaning forward to grab a napkin and clean the table all Wilson could stare at was her side profile, first her eyes, then the bridge of her nose and lastly her sharp mouth. She straightened back up and she went to give Bob his drink. "This is from Boothe, a little foreplay." she stated. Bob widened his eyes as his friends erupted into a chorus of laughter, the smell of alcohol reached Kat's nostrils but it didn't affect her, not anymore.

The man got up on his feet, looming over her. He looked down with rage in his eyes, his skin reddened quickly. Kathrine was sure that the vein on his forehead was just about to pop out. She remained still, unfazed. Dark brown eyes staring up at him, eyebrows scrunching slightly.

"Boothe?" he roared in her face. The mice squinting at the cat.

She nodded back, pointing to the man on the other side of the room. Bob stepped in his direction, carefully to not bump against Kathrine on his way there — He may have been a big guy, but they all knew their place around her.

She turned on her spot, walking back towards her two acquaintances. The merc kept his gaze locked, she rolled her shoulders to try and shrug it off but it didn't work. She hated the comfort it gave her. She liked the pain, being on edge, feeling uncomfortable. Behind her Buck punched the other man on his face, a fight broke out.

Wade pushed another glass in her hand. Their fingers brushed, electricity shoot trough them."To wet your whiskers" The trio raised the glasses "Cheers" the two man said together.

"Fuck you" She downed the drink.

Wade's eyes kept on scanning her profile, she pretended to not notice it. She ignored the feeling of her skin burning. Weasel looked over her shoulder, an annoyed expression taking over his face "That's a new stool"

Kathrine turned her head just as Bob broke said stool over another man's back. She leaned back with her elbows over the counter, huffing at the thought of having to clean all that chaos. Big bears that didn't know how to move, or better yet, who didn't care who or what was in their way. The trio watched the fight with amusement, distress and indifference. Three different reactions for three different minds. One of the mercs got the better over the other and succeeded on knocking his opponent to the floor.

"Kathrine" Weasel called her name, she huffed out annoyed as she let her head fall behind. She pushed herself forward, walking towards the center of the commotion.

"Stay the fuck down." one of the mercs ordered to the body laying on the floor. Kat stepped in between them without saying a word, the watchers made it easy for her. The rats stilled, hoping that the cat had eaten already.

She grabbed a small mirror from the pocket of her apron before she kneeled down. She held the mirror over the face of the unconscious body. The sight didn't bother her, not even the blood dripping from his nose, it would have been hypocrite if it did. They all waited quietly. The mirror fogged up, he had breathed. His soul was there. Death smiled at her from the other side of the line. I'm here, waiting in the corner. Waiting for them. Waiting for you. Not a threat but a promise. A soft spoken promise to quiet down her fear.

Kat announced it, "Alive". Wade noticed the added calmness in her tone, the way her mouth twitched into an invisible smile. He wanted to swim inside her mind, take a bath with her thoughts, wash himself with her ideas. (It was clear that he didn't know about the demons up there — They would have kept him alive as they reduced him to pieces)

The people inside the bar groaned. Another fight with no end. Nobody wins tonight, nobody looses. A pointless show to watch, especially if you had bet your money on it. Especially if you have to clean the mess they caused.

Kathrine walked back to the bar, taking her spot on the other side of the counter. "Good choice Win" she commented as she started to clean a couple of glasses. Her fingers turned around the glass. Wade's eyes stuck to them, the way they moved.

"Nobody wins today." Weasel tried — And strangely succeeded — on moving his friend's focus away from the bartender's hand "But nice try, Wade."

He smiled in her direction, ignoring the other man, "You got me." She moved her gaze on him, dark chocolate eyes staring at his. "I picked Boothe in the dead pool." he admitted. He wanted to make her talk, he needed to hear her speak to him. "Who'd you pick?"

Weasel didn't get the memo. "You know, Wade, uh, um..." he looked down, trying to hide from the other man's accusing look. Kat listened with one hear as she kept on working with her hands.

"No... You did not bet on me to die." Wade looked up at the chalkboard above the bar. It had all of the information for the dead pool. He scanned it quickly with his eyes and there, on the fourth row, he found it. Weasel | $200 | Wilson, W | 39 . Wade took his time to search for the bartender's name and he grew even more curious when he realized that he couldn't find it. She hadn't bet.

"You bet on me to die." at his words Kat smirked. Wade tried to stop time, he wanted her fangs sinking into his neck. She wanted to say hi to her friend Death. "Wow. Mother fucker, you're the world's worst friend. But joke's on you. I'm living to hundred and two, and then dying, like the city of Detroit."

Kat listened to his words. Even if she was doing something else.

Weasel voice cracked as he answered back, ashamed of his own actions. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to win money. I never win anything." he explained with sad eyes turned down to the floor.

"Whatever." Wilson shrugged. He tilted his head to shout at the people inside the pub "Soldiers of fortune, drinks on me!"

Kat slapped the back of his head, he held it as he turned back to look at her and let out a sound of pain. Behind him, everyone in the bar cheered and rose their glasses to the merc words. It was going to be a long night, she was sure of it. She grabbed her notebook and she went to go take the new orders as her boss screamed over the voice of the clients "Domestic! Nothing imported."

Kathrine took a couple of orders, they all went the same "What can i get you?" she asked in a soft tone — At least for her, on the outside she looked quite blank — they answered with the name of some strange drink that obviously included some weird innuendos and she clicked her tongue before stepping away. She didn't ask if they wanted 'Anything else' because if that had been the case, they could have told her everything right away. She wasn't famous for her sweetness, they all knew that. They didn't expect much more from someone working there. The Sister Margaret's wasn't a place for the weak, Kathrine Kruse was everything but that.

But even if her fangs had ripped out the jugulars out of many necks and her nails had done the same to countless of hearts, when she finally finished with the orders and her eyes landed back on the bar she couldn't help but stop on her tracks.

There, almost in her place, a woman was talking with Wade. She had a look in her orbs that Kathrine knew far too well, it was the one of a woman who was used to charm every men lucky enough to end up in front of her. Wade Winston Wilson was her newest pray, but he was far too interesting for Vanessa to let him go too easily.

Kat knew Vanessa, of course she did. They both worked there, just on two different side of the counter. They both helped their clients clean their blood filled mouths, one with drinks the other with her tongue. They were so similar, Kat could see the pain of her past behind the other woman's eyes, yet so different. Vanessa was a place where you could go to search for comfort, she resembled a pillow, soft and round on the edges. Rough only if she needed too, only if she had to. Kathrine was the other side of the coin, a bed of nails, the corner where they pushed you to face your punishment, edges so sharp that you could cut yourself even if you simply stepped too close.

Wade, a merc too good for his line of work, with a mouth similar to Kat's, he had met Vanessa. Right in that moment, in front of Kathrine's eyes. She observed the two as he put an hand on her shoulder, the other woman shrugged it off. The merc was attracting her in, but money came first, they always did. That's why she did it, that's why they all did it. All except Kat, because as much as she believed it she wasn't part of that world (She was far worst, you'll see how bad she can get).

Vanessa laughed. Kathrine felt something thug in her chest. This confused her, she wasn't supposed to have something in that spot. She should had an endless hole that couldn't ever be filled. What's this? Why is she feeling something? Kat was scar—Kat shook her head.

Vanessa put a gift card in Wade's mouth and walked away. And he, without too many thoughts, followed her outside. Kathrine shouldn't feel anything, that's the only reason why she was surprised. She knew the merc was too good for her. She knew he had been only joking around. She knew she didn't like those kind of attentions. She knew she would be happier if he let her off his hook.

"Did she just put a gift card in his mouth?" Weasel voice made her blink a couple of times. She turned her head to look over her shoulder where the door stood. She could almost see them thrown against a wall, tongues dancing together as their bodies tried to merge into one. (An image really far from reality) Her head turned back to the front, she looked to the floor as she thought about it.

"Mhmm" was all she could muster to say. Because she had never been one to say much. She had always been ready to scream and shout but she wasn't one to whisper about her thoughts. Kathrine looked into her boss' eyes as she put on her mask of blankness again. Her body hurting inside out, for a moment she wished that her pain was caused by the man that had left. Maybe, if that had been the case, she could have found something to make it better. To make it right. But the world is a mess and she's at the center. Her soul and body had hurt all night — They had been hurting for years — and there was nothing that could make it better.

There was nothing that could make it right.

Author's Note:
Sooo, i did this...
Yes, that's all i have to say