+Long Ass Over-Due Author's Note+

Many of you have private messaged me with concerns, questions, and even some angry comments about why I haven't updated in so long. I think I may replied to two or three people. I don't even remember but I feel bad about my lack of connection with fanfiction lately.

Two months? Yeah thats about how long I've been gone.

Wow.

My explanation as to why is somewhat complicated? I don't if people on here are particularly judgemental or not, but my story about why I haven't been on here isn't exactly something that makes me look good.

I'm not going to go into detail, but I feel like you guys have been so good to me that It would be weird of me not to explain a little.

To put it lightly, extremely lightly, I got into some trouble. Now I don't mean, 'talk back to your parents and get grounded' kind of trouble. I mean police, squad car, lots of questions, kind of trouble. Without going into it much, I snuck out, took my dad's car, picked up my friends, drove to this apartment that this guy a friend of mine knew was having a party at, and things at the party didn't go well. Illegal stuff went on at said party, I'm not going into whether or not I participated in this illegal stuff or not. Cops got called, and I ended up spending about in hour in a police station, not a jail cell though.

That was about a month and a half ago. Stuff happened before that and since then, but it's personal, and I'm over it.

Hopefully my writing will go back to normal, and I guess I'll find out if I still have the same people that like my stories.

About this story-

I've decided to put Just My Luck and Blazing Weekend on a temporary hiatus. I need to get my head on straight before I end up ruining those stories. I think the best way to do that is to start a fresh idea. This story will be written in more of the style I wrote Not My Fault in.

This is just an introduction.

Marshall Anderson paced the length of the small room in the warehouse that he was currently residing in. It was an early June morning and the temperature was already high enough to cause his thin t-shirt to cling to him.

Never before in his twenty five years of living had he ever been as terrified as he was at that moment.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and his shoulders shook with the choked sobs he was trying hard to contain. He had been told to wait outside the main office in the warehouse for the boss to come get him.

He had stood in that spot too many times to count. His position this time though was not even remotely similiar to what it had been those times. Each time previous to this occasion he had been simply getting an assignment, a task, a job to carry out. He had been trusted.

Now though, he had broken that trust, he had betrayed the boss, and he had failed his task.

Forgiveness wouldn't be given. Not this time.

He knew that the second he entered that office his life would be over.

These men he worked for were brutal. What they were involved in was serious business and they would let no one ruin it for them. At first Marshall had felt honored to be excepted into this group. He was involved in something important. But he had been young and impressionable then.

Now, wiser with more years under his belt, he realized that everything that was going on was wrong. He had proof of everything that these men had done. Hell, he was the proof. In his head, he knew every meeting location, he knew dates, he knew names, he knew enough to make these people want him gone for good.

He also realized that he must be valuable to the other side too. The good side. If he went to the police, and gave up everything he knew, he could make up for the terrible things he had done. He could start life with a clean slate again. Taking another glance at the door to the office, he ran a hand through his long, sweaty brown hair, adjusted his messenger bag that was slung carelessly over his shoulder and he ran.

He ran as fast as he could.

Nothing was better than running. Especially in the morning when everything is still peaceful. It's not too cool, yet it's not uncomfortably warm. It's just perfect.

Joe Jonas ran down the empty Boston side walk.

Six o'clock in the morning was the only time he could run because any other time of the day he would be mobbed.

Their bus needed repairs, and they had time off, so they had set up residence in a luxury hotel in downtown Boston. It was relaxing to be able to stay in one place for a longer amount of time.

Joe jogged around a corner and was knocked off his feet by another body colliding with his. He slammed into the ground and felt his forearm scrape the hard concrete. He winced slightly as he touched the raw skin gingerly.

He shot a glance toward the man that he had run into and he was taken aback by his appearance.

The man looked slightly older than his older brother Kevin. His hair was everywhere and he was sweaty like he was walking through the Sahara. His eyes darted around nervously and his hands shook as he attempted to collect the belongings that had slipped from his bag.

"Here," Joe said. "Let me help you."

"No!" Marshall shouted harshly as he wrenched a paper from Joe's hands and shoved it back into his bag. He swung the bag over his shoulder and jumped to his feet unsteadily.

Joe got up as well.

"I'm sorry about bumping into you man," Joe said, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck awkwardly.

Marshall didn't appear to have heard him. He glanced over his shoulder and looked down the street. His eyes widened slightly and he abruptly took off running in the opposite direction of which he had looked.

Joe stood in place, confused. He didn't noticed that black SUV that went speeding around the corner in the direction the man had run.

He looked down when something caught his eye. He bent over and picked up a cell phone. It had somehow gone unnoticed by the man that had dropped it. Joe stuck it into his pocket and continued his run, figuring he would try to find a way to return it later.

After he reached a certain point, he turned around and ran back. His mind was now on a completely different track as he thought of the breakfast that he hoped awaited him at the hotel. As his mind wandered his feet skidded to a hault at the entrance to an alley.

A noise, a pain filled grunt had escaped the narrow opening of the alley and had drawn Joe's attention. His eyes widened as he looked into the dimly lit alley and he saw the man he had run into on his knees, to men standing before him.

The men were taking turns hitting him, yelling things at him that Joe couldn't hear. Joe was about to reach into to his pocket to call for help when he saw one of the men pull out a gun.

He froze, his mouth open in shock and terror.

Their was no hesitation in the man's movements as he raised the gun to Marshall's head and pulled the trigger. Joe jumped at let out an involuntary yell.

He immediately regretted it when the men looked his way. The pointed at him and started to walk his way but a siren in the distance stopped them. They quickly turned around and ran in the direction of their car. One of the men turned around and took a long look at Joe before he turned the corner and was out of site.

Joe stood, motionless. He couldn't move and he felt his breaths because laboured. Witnessing a murder had not been on his to-do list. Everything seemed to blend together and black spots danced in front of his eyes. He glanced down at Marshall's body and saw the blood pooling around his head before Joe's knees went weak and he fell to the ground, giving into to the stress free darkness.

I have this story all planned out, and I plan to update it everyday or every other day depending on the feedback I receive.

Please tell me what you think.