Ok the first chapter is super short and kinda awkward but it will make sense soon, enjoy!

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I slipped quietly through the window and looked about the living room. It looked fairly messy and uncared for. I sleekly slithered down the hallway into a room. This room was destroyed and disgusting on one side and completely neat on

the

other, as if it was waiting for someone to get home. A young man lay in the bed sleeping with a distraught look on his face. I felt a vibration in my pocket so I looked at my device. Is he finished? Hurry or I'm coming in. I ignored it and

stuck it

back in my pocket. I jerked my gun out of my belt and made a small creaking noise. The man in the bed's emerald eyes shot open and he sat up. My stomach swirled but I wasn't sad, I already knew he was it. A hand appeared on my

shoulder and I looked back, "You should have stayed, I can handle this." I turned back to my victim. He smiled and said, "I've been waiting. I always knew you would come for me." He started to step out of the bed. "Stay down or I will

pull

the trigger right now, I said stand down!" I yelled warning him. He kept nearing me and I warned again, "Stay back or I'll shoot!" "Shoot him already," the male behind me said. "I can handle this Joseph!" I snapped. Zach walked closer to

me and said, "Ah Solomon, my old friend, I see you haven't come just to visit." Zach sounded like an old man although he looked just as young as he always has, even at the age of 22. Rugged stubble on his face and his hair strangled.

"You know what side I have chosen," Solomon replied. "As you know mine," I added. "Yes I do, Spy," he said pointing to himself and smirking like old times. He reached his hand towards me face and I spoke again. "Don't touch me or I

blow," I hissed but there was no true anger behind it. Zach brushed a piece of hair behind my ear and I pulled the trigger blowing a bullet into his chest. He fell backwards and lay there motionless. Joe smiled evilly and spoke while

fingering my ring, "Ah Cameron. Good job Mrs. Solomon-Caravan." He leaned in and gave me a venomous kiss tugging viciously on my hair. He grabbed my hand and I stepped out the door with him. I smiled again as Joe kissed me more

savagely than the last, biting my lip in the process. But he wasn't aware of the note that was now in Zach's pocket and that he would soon read:

The fountain, midnight.

- C

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