Piercing green eyes looked down into the water and watched as the unnamed blonde was slowly consumed by the murky water surrounding her. Why are you doing this, she had screamed at the other girl. The brunette stood up straight on the dock, but continued to look. She almost felt that if she stayed so close to the water, something or someone would pop out of the water and grab her. Almost like a stereotypical scene from a horror film.
The brunettes name, you ask? Her name is Theresa Dougherty, a girl with a dark past and an even darker future. Theresa can hardly remember a time where she wasn't doing something illegal. She hated talking about her past and she hated reflecting on it even more. Maybe the alcohol and drugs would subside the pain but they never fully got rid of it. They never did, nor will they ever. Theresa realized that only a year earlier, not that that had stopped her from continuing to commit heinous crimes, much like the one she had just commited.
"Why are you doing this?!" The girl had screamed at Theresa before she was forced to drink some sort of volatile concoction. Within moments the girl began to shake violently, foam pouring from her mouth. The green eyed beauty merely looked at her and said, in the calmest voice possible, "Because I can."
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"Chastity, get this combo platter to table eleven, please." Familiar green eyes set themselves upon the plate on the corner. Chastity picked them up and made her way to the table of hungry customers. It was a table of four men, all in business suits. She never understood why people in suits came into diners to eat their meals. Surely, if you were in a suit, you could afford to eat somewhere nicer. Or hell, bring your own damn food. Why would you want to eat at a place where flies sit on your food before they are brought to your table? She really couldn't understand it and a part of her didn't want to. She didn't care enough to understand.
She approached the table and gave the gentlemen the most delightful smile she could muster. It took a lot to come up with that smile but if she wanted a good tip, she had to behave herself. She needed to behave herself regardless. If she didn't, she knew that Eunice Bloom was going to be on her ass. That bitch has been chasing her since she killed that drug addict in her little abandoned cottage. Of course, the feds never found the cottage, since Theresa moved the body to a completely different city, in the next state over. That was when she was living in Maine, though. Now she was in Washington, a small town just south of Vancouver. A town where there was nothing but yokels. People that Theresa could never see herself being around but now she had to. She had no other options. Flights out of the country were far too expensive and all the money that Theresa had possessed was taken by the government, those bastards. They called it 'dirty money,' which is probably was but it was still hers for Christ sake.
Chastity placed the plate onto the table, asked if they needed anything else and went on her merry way. Her piercing green eyes fell upon a very familiar face, one she hadn't seen since she left the apartment this morning. "Rhiley! Over here."
Rhiley McClain was the only person that Chastity had a friendship with. She was a lot like her, except she didn't murder people like Chastity's alter-ego did. Rhiley could have been a great influence on her growing up, at least she thought she would have been. When Chastity had moved to this po-dunk little town, she was 22. Now, a year later and sober, the 27 year old Rhiley, still kept Chastity under her wing. She had even gotten Chastity a job at the diner. "When is your shift over?"
"In about an hour. Figured I'd go back home and do some laundry."
"Oh good," Rhiley started. "I have a bunch of it sitting on the floor in the bathroom. I sort of ransacked the bin to find a somewhat clean workshirt."
Chastity couldn't help but smile. Actually, it was probably the only time she had a geniune smile on her face. No one else could have made her happy. Rhiley was like the big sister she always wanted, and regretted not having when she was living in Maine. Rhily had helped her over so many hurdles, she even knew about her past- her parents, the one murder that could have brought her to prison for life and her real name; Theresa Aislin Dougherty. "I'll make sure to get everything clean."
Rhiley smirked at her. A smirk that she knew all too well. "Good, because I always keep up your messes."
Theresa turned to look at Rhiley and narrowed her eyes, playfully. "Very funny."
Thankfully no one in this small town new anything about Theresa or her past and the one person that did, wasn't ever going to say anything. Theresa was lost in her thoughts, but only for a moment, when someone lightly touched her elbow. "Miss…" It was a husky male voice that caused her to turn around. "Can I get some more coffee?"
Something in his voice hinted that he was a little annoyed at her. Theresa returned quickly with his coffee. This wasn't her customer but often times, they would give her a little tip just for being kind. Something that clearly wasn't in her nature. Thank God she was a good actress. Hell, if she wasn't she would have been caught by Agent Bloom ages ago.
As she made her way back to the counter, she turned to look at the man. He seemed to be of average height, which was a little taller than Theresa being that she was 5'7". He had tan skin and brown eyes that almost looked hazel in the sunlight. Maybe they were. She wasn't completely positive they were brown. He was actually rather good-looking, not that that mattered. Theresa didn't allow herself to get close to anyone besides Rhiley. Why? Maybe it was because she was scared. Or maybe it was because she didn't know what real affection was. She was only a small girl when her parents were butchered in front of her and she had lived on her own after that. She never had a real boyfriend, only men that she fucked around with.
"Chastity…Chastity!" She turned around abruptly and met the eyes of her boss. "You can clock out, hun. And while you're at it, get that guys number," she finished with a wink.
"Yeah, I don't think so. I'll see you later."
The ride home was quiet and quick, just the way she liked it. The old man from the apartment below her held open the door and gave her a small smile. Something in his smile caused her to smile back at him. Theresa would never harm an elderly person, or at least she didn't think she would. It always bothered her seeing a little old man or woman sitting by themselves at the diner. She couldn't put her finger on why it bothered her, she just knew that it did.
Her long fingers dug into her purse, grabbing at her keys. The cold of the metal touched her warm skin as she touched the top stop to her floor. Looking down the corridor she saw a very familiar face and just froze. The fiery red-headed agent that was avoided for over 3 years was now standing right outside her door. She smiled at her, her pearly whites vibrant against her blood red didn't know what to do. Should she run? Should she fight? Surely there were police outside, hiding in vans. Maybe a SWAT team. "Don't do it Theresa…"
Taking a few steps back, she wanted to run but she also wanted to know how she found her. Get some answers out of the bitch. No, that wouldn't work. Bloom would have her in cuffs before she uttered one syllable. That was it. Theresa took off down the stairs. Her tennis shoes, for once, coming in handy for something. Behind her, she could hear the fast clicking of Agent Bloom's heels. Theresa hit the bottom step and ran out the back door, heading towards her car. Her hand plunged into her purse. Damn her for not putting her house key and car keys on the same ring. Frantically, she searched but she was coming up short. Where the hell were they?
"Looking for these?" The green eyed beauty turned around quickly and stared at Bloom. What was she? Some sort of fucking Houdini? No, the keys must have dropped. Bloom swung the keys around once then clutched them in her hand. "I'm not here to take you down."
"You're so full of shit…"
"No, I'm not an agent anymore. I went rogue. I need you."
Something didn't smell right. This was a ploy. A ploy to get Theresa close enough to grab her and haul her ass off to the hole. She was going to rot in there. Theresa knew she could survive prison but she didn't want to give up her freedom. She didn't want to give up the one thing that kept her somewhat sane. Rhiley, where the hell was Rhiley when you needed her? Theresa knew her shift had just started and she was on her own. She had no weapons. Nothing. She was defenseless. "What do you want then, Bloom? You have ten seconds."
"I need more time than that to tell you what I need you for. And it's a doozy."
Something in that womans voice sounded genuine. However, Theresa still looked around her, checking her surroundings. "No one is coming for you. I can assure you. If anything they'll be coming for me, sooner than they'll be coming for you."
Closing her eyes, Theresa took a moment then spoke softly, telling the supposedly former agent to follow her. They walked back into the apartment building and up to Rhiley and Theresa's apartment. Once inside, Bloom sat down and began to weave the tale about the Saints of Boston and how her and another agent, along with a few detectives are now helping the Saints with their vigilante activities. While it was all very interesting, Theresa had no idea how she was going to help. "You know all sorts of criminals that these boys would want to find."
"Yeah, and I'm one of them, in case you've forgotten."
"Say you'll help, and I guarantee that they will not harm you."
Theresa looked out the window and set her eyes onto the pink-purple hue of the sky as the sun set. She needed to wait for Rhiley, then she would make her decision. She needed wise words and a friend. If she said 'yes', she needed to know that Rhiley wouldn't stay behind. In a few hours, Eunice Bloom would get her answer.
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