Liquid Poison. (trigger warning: death)

may 8th

four p.m. | partly cloudy

Today was supposed to be any normal day. Well, as normal as it could get for the C.A.T.S. spy, Belinda Salvatierra.

It was supposed supposed to be seamless.

It was supposed to be easy.

It was very much supposed to go without a hitch.

All she was to do was get new valuable information from an informant. Or at least, that was what she had been supposedly told by one of her C.A.T.S. superiors. It was new information on possible activities of a burgeoning terrorist group that was supposed to be stopped before they had even begun...

But apparently, that wasn't exactly what happened.

---

The Spanish woman had been sitting at the dingy cafe located in a forgotten corner of Koreatown, sipping on water as she waited for the arrival of the informant. From the information that she had been given, the informant was a young man that was to be donning a brown hat with a silver insignia on it. So in that cafe, she patiently waited, sending off the waiters that kept coming to her to fetch her more water and some biscuits. They would, of course, leave and come back with what she asked, only to leave her there waiting once more.

An hour and a half had passed, and there was still no informant.

How strange, Lynn thought in befuddlement, pulling out her cellphone to place a call to her superior. But just as she was placing the call, a man suddenly sat before her. Still confused and intrigued by this, she disconnected the call as she observed the man. By the looks of it, he wasn't that young but he did have a brown hat. However, the silver insignia that was supposed to be decorating the hat was not there; there instead sat a silver ribbon.

For a moment, she pondered if perhaps her higher-ups had gotten the details wrong. But she knew better than to question them; they were never wrong. So instead, she settled on being quiet and keeping a steady gaze on the man before her, waiting for him to speak. Suddenly, the man offered her a smile; a sickening, knowing smile. It made her slightly uneasy, but she refused to show it. Instead, she offered him a placid smile of her own.

"You must be Belinda Salvatierra," the man asked. She merely continue waiting, ignoring his question as her brown eyes never wavered in their focus. He offered her another smile then and chuckling, shaking his head and taking off the hat to ruffle his dark locks. It was only then that she noticed the stranger wore make-up on his face and a wig on his head. She was absolutely confused at this point.

"I am the informant that your superiors have sent," he simply said. "I was to be given a disguise as this terrorist group has been following me in order to assassinate me."

Only slightly buying this, Belinda crossed her arms across her chest and stared at him. There was a part of that wanted to believe in this man, but her instincts were currently telling her otherwise. There was no way that this could be a coincidence, but there was perhaps the chance that someone had somehow overheard the call. If that was so, then she had to be extremely careful.

Somehow, it was almost as if the man in front of her was capable of reading minds because he immediately interrupted her thoughts. Giving her a chesire-like grin, he spoke in a smooth tone, "The password for this encounter is "circus.""

All doubts that the C.A.T.S. spy had then were immediately swept away, making her pause before she nodded at him. It had been the very word her superiors had provided as the password. To further sweep away her thoughts, he provided a silver chain with the insignia. Now that everything was in understanding, he gave her a grim smile then. "You should always be careful of whom you decide to trust."

In response to this, she nodded in understanding that this was no longer just talk. He was talking about the new terrorist group. They couldn't exactly have a direct conversation out in the open; they had to be very careful.

As their chatter continued with informative looks and coded phrases, silence filling the air once they had reached the very end. The informant then waved a waiter over, the youth perkily asking what he could do for them. The man merely muttered out "the house special" before the youth nodded and turned to her. Belinda, of course, didn't have any interest in ordering anything else, so she merely declined. However, the man suddenly began to insist that she try the house special. Shrugging, she reluctantly agreed to having the house special as well. With the order done, the youth quickly scurried away.

It didn't take too long before the waiter came back with two cups of tea in hand and set it in front of them. Brown eyes stared at the murky liquid in the cup, taking note how the tea smelled quite sweet and enticing. She didn't immediately touch the tea; she waited for the informant to start drinking it. He muttered something about this being his favorite drink or something before he began to drink the tea, looking at her expectantly. Very reluctantly, Belinda took a sip of the tea.

Upon tasting it, she took notice of the fact that the liquid tasted as sweet as it smelled, but it had a very odd underlying taste to it; she couldn't quite place it. However, the medley of flavors made it all the more delicious, so she began drinking more and more of it until she was all done. The man gave her a smile once more, suggesting that she have it again if she ever had the chance. With that, he quickly left money on the table before bidding farewell to her. The duo then went their separate ways.

---

As the Spanish femme walked down the street, she couldn't help but feel this intense oddness in her stomach. She felt quite queasy and extremely hot, finding no reason as to why she would feel this way. Dizziness and a sudden feeling of being dehydrated attacked her, making it difficult to walk or even see. Eventually, she ended up tripping along the sidewalk from the lack of control she felt over her body at that moment. It felt like her insides were burning alive and everything was spinning. Some people that were walking by offered to help her up, but as they approached her, she began to throw up.

At first, it was the normal kind of vomiting; bile and all the contents that had been in her stomach from earlier in the day. But then, it wouldn't stop. She began to throw up even more, blood coming out of her mouth. Then, it seemed as if she was throwing up bits of flesh from the oddness of the texture. All of a sudden, she felt immense pain shoot right through her as something large travel up along her throat. Her vomiting paused then, giving her a brief moment to inspect what was in front of her. From the looks of it... it almost seemed like an organ. However, she wasn't given much time to think about it as another vomiting fit struck her.

Belinda could then feel all these things curling up along her throat, scaring her out of her wits when she felt something long and endless get stuck in her throat. Choking on the vile things, she began losing consciousness as the offending object that was caught in her esophagus poured out of her mouth. At this point, she took notice of all the screaming and shouting going on around her. Very faintly in the distance, she could make out sirens. But she knew it was too late for her already; how did one survive throw up their own organs?

Shakily, she got up and forced herself to walk, dragging behind the organs that had spilled out from her. And just as she began walking across the street, she fell back to the ground only to be rammed by a large truck. She was dead upon impact.

According what could be found, people couldn't exactly say what had caused her to throw up her organs. But upon closer inspection, it was found that she had high concentration of poisons running within the rest of her body. Most of these poisons held horrific side effects such a violent vomiting, fever, dehydration, numbness, and other horrific things. All of these poisons also curiously came from highly poisonous and often deadly plants.

But who would poison her this horribly without her knowledge?

---

Not too far away from the scene, there stood a man with a grin on his face as he detached two disguises from his face. He pulled out a cellphone and dialed a number, merely muttering a "mission complete" before disconnecting the call.

There, at a corner of Koreatown, Belinda Salvatierra met her death.

Since you been gone, I been having withdrawals. You were such a habit to call. I ain't myself at all had to tell myself, She's better with some fella with a regular job, I didn't wanna get her involved. By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe. Hopped into my car drove far, Far's too close and I remember My memories no sharp, Butter knife what a life