The Bar

~Six Days Later~

I stalked into the bar, my hood pulled low to shield my face, my cloak fluttered around me like a shield. My eyes instantly darted to the bar. I stood there for a moment as I raked my eyes over all the large, scary looking men that crowded the small bar. Some leered at me while others studied me, looking to see if I was a threat.
I certainly am, darlings.

I headed over to the bartender once I was finished doing a sweep of the room. Taking note of all the exits and entrances the place had. Don't want anyone to escape now, do I?

Without a sound I sat down on one of the wooden stools. I crossed my arms and laid them on the table silently. Gajeel had already been in here before. He had blended right in, like I knew he would, and had reported back to me that the people at at the bar had been talking about some kind of 'great defeat' that they had made recently. That only had made my blood boil even more. It had been six days. Six long, agonizing, lonely days without him. I never realized how broken I was until I had met him and Fairy Tail. Now, just when I was being put back together again, I get shattered once more. Now, I had to find my missing piece.

I didn't have to wait long for the bartender to take notice of me, like the rest of the people in the bar had already done. "What do you want?" the man asked me as he looked my up and down. It wasn't like he could see much of anything anyway.

I smiled beneath my hood.

"Its not want I want. Its what I need." The man raised his eyebrow, "And what do you need?" My eyes darted to the right, then to the left. Half of the people's eyes were on me now and they were listening to me closely. Curious bunch aren't they?

I turned back to the bartender, "I need to know where I can find a man who is in close contact with the Dark Wizard Master."

The man's brown eyes widened for a fraction of a second, before they went back to being at half mast, but I caught it. He knew what I needed.
"I don't know anyone like that." Even though he sounded bored, the little hitch to his words made him a liar. Oh, how I loathed those who lied to me.

I smirked, "He might be gloating about something." The bartender's breath hitched again.

Got him.

My voice turned cold and drenched in poison. "He just might be gloating about a kill that he recently made." I uncrossed my arms and dug my nails into the bar. The bartender took a noticeable step back. It seemed like the temperature had gotten 20 degrees colder in here. Tension seemed to be thickening the air. Making it harder to breath.

My voice got harder. "He might be saying that he killed a real strong enemy..." My eyes flashed to the barkeeper's arm.

He had moved it.

He was reaching for something.

I smirked, stupid liar. "There has been no one here that has been saying those type of things." The man insisted. I slammed my fist onto the table, making the glasses shake, and making some fall over. I was growing tired of his game.

"I'm. Not. Finished." I growled out lowly. Now all eyes were on me. Just how I liked it. I slowly stood up, talking as I went. "A Fire Dragon Slayer by the name of Natsu Dragneel, The Salamander of Fairy Tail." The bartender's brown eyes flashed and his hand shot out from under the table.

A gun was in his hand and he had already pulled the trigger. A shot rang out that broke the deafening silence. For a long moment nothing moved, breathed, or made a sound.
I had already moved.
I had the gun out of the man's hand in a blink of an eye.
I spun the gun on him and put my finger on the trigger. The bartender's hands went up in a harmless gesture. Signaling to me that he gave up and wasn't going to try anything else.

I laughed.

"Do you really think that that is going to not make me shoot you?" Before he could open his mouth, I pulled the trigger, and shot him point blank in the chest. He went down with a gurgle and he did not get back up.

I tsked, "It's not nice to point guns at people, darling." I spun and shot the guy that had been trying to sneak up on me.
Headshot.
The man went down with a thump.

Now all the people in the bar were in an uproar. Some were calling upon their Magic while others drew their weapons. I laughed at them all. I lazily withdrew my daggers that I had already called upon, just in case I would need them faster, and turned to the next man that ran at me.

I threw my dagger and it sank hilt deep into the man's chest. I walked over to the dead man and put my foot on his stomach. I bent down and yanked out my dagger. I slowly lifted my head and smiled as I flicked the blood away.

"Bitch is crazy!" One of the men yelled as he ran right out of the bar. Gajeel would take care of him. Some men followed close behind, those were the smart ones. The ones who stayed, well, now I knew who the dumbasses were.

A man hit his fists together and yelled, "Ice daggers!" Daggers made of ice, sharp as real daggers, came flying at me. I moved my head a fraction of an inch, one dagger flew by. The second dagger came at me from my lower left. I shifted my leg and the dagger passed me by harmlessly.

The third, and last dagger made of ice, came straight for my heart. I let out a grunt as I leaned back, the dagger was so close, that it brushed my nose as it flew passed. I came back up and I threw my other dagger. It connected with the Ice Wizards eye and he died instantly.

I flipped the gun in my hand and looked at all the men, who were now staring at me with a hint of fear in their eyes. "Lets try this again, gentlemen." I said, still flipping the gun in my hand. I leaned forward, a deadly smile played on my lips, "Where is the son of a bitch who killed the love of my life?"

The men exchanged glances then one stepped forward fearfully. "There was a man here a couple of days ago. He told us a tale about how he had killed a Dragon Slayer." The man chuckled nervously, "We didn't believe him. I mean, kill a Dragon Slayer, that just seemed a little bit too far fetched."

He laughed nervously again but stopped when he saw my expression. "What else did he say?" I said, not taking my eyes off the man. "He took great offense and demanded what he could do to show us that he was telling the truth."

I narrowed my eyes. "What did he give you?" I said through clenched teeth. I was going to be sick. I didn't want to know. But I knew that I had to see what it was. It could help me find my missing puzzle piece.

The man who was speaking glanced at a man with blond hair, he nodded, and the blond guy departed from the group. He returned after a moment with something in his hands.

He came up to me and handed it to me. I took it after a moment of hesitation. I looked down at what he had given me, it was a small box. I glanced up at the man then back to the box. I was afraid...oh so afraid to open this box. Terrified, even. For what lay in this box could either give me hope or give me crushing despair. I took a deep breath and with a flick of my wrist, the lid of the box came off.

I looked inside and almost collapsed with the wave of shock and pain that washed over me. My hand shot to my mouth as a gasp escaped me. In the box...was Natsu's scarf...drenched in blood. I opened my mouth and an inhuman sound escaped me.

I fell to my knees and tears were already threatening to fall down my cheeks. But I wouldn't let them. The next tears that I would cry would be tears of joy. With shaking hands I reached into the box and pulled out his scarf. The blood was dry but I could still detect a different smell off of the scarf.

I brought the scarf to my chest and closed my eyes. It still smelled of Natsu. That summer's day smell. My eyes flashed open and I locked my eyes on the man who I had been speaking with.

"Where is he? Where is the man who gave you this?!" He didn't answer me. I slowly stood up, Natsu's scarf still clutched firmly in my hands.

"I said. Where. Is. HE!" I screamed as I took a threatening step forward. The man swallowed and told me where to find him. With a flick of my blood soaked dagger, I turned, and left with another clue to completing the puzzle.

Author's Note:
I dedicate this chapter to swampy153 who has been voting, commenting, saying the sweetest things about my writing, and has forgiven me after I kicked her in the feels.

Freya is one step closer to finding Natsu.

Freya is not playing with anyone now.

She is full on serious and full on killer.

The assassin in her has finally made an appearance.

See you all in the next chapter!

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