Okay, may I just say….BA DA DA DAAAAAAAAAAA! It's SEQUEL TIIIIIIIIMMMEEEEEEEEEE XD I was just so excited that I just haaaad to say that before the story gets started….XD I'M JUST SO EXCITTEEEEEEEEED! hehe….

As a tall blonde finished brushing her teeth, she set down her toothbrush and picked up the cup residing beside the faucet of her sink. She filled it a quarter with water and took a sip. Before she swallowed it, she swished the water around in her mouth and spat it back into the sink slowly. She took another sip and once again let it pour out of her mouth. The third sip she allowed to slither down her throat as to drain the minty flavor of her toothpaste from her mouth.

Setting down the cup, she went to her bedroom-which was right next to the bathroom-and sat on her bed as she grabbed her phone and surfed through her texts. With hair tied back in a messy bun, she set her phone on her nightstand beside her bed and allowed her phone to charge. She laid out flat on her bed and stared out the window of her room and into the night sky, oblivious to the man staring through her other window secretively.

Spending as many years in jail as he had allowed him to reflect on his strategies and change them. He learned how to and how not to kill someone (thanks to one of his cellmates from before he'd been moved to the d ward for stabbing an inmate) and had learned the proper way to seek revenge on little girls for busting him for killing her parents. He knew what he was doing now. Jail would do that to you.

He smirked at her appearing innocence as she closed her eyes and turned on her side and drifted into a world of dreams. He moved inside the apartment building and found the office of the manager. Using a bobby pin to pick the lock, he searched the desk to find the master key. Once the key was possessed, he took the stairs up to the correct floor and came to a door. Unlocking it and walking in, he found a pen and some paper. Too cliché. He grabbed the ketchup from the fridge and squirted it onto her fridge door. Walking out carefully, he laughed.

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As the girl woke with a yawn and slowly shuffled her way to the kitchen, she opened her windows as she went along (the sun didn't enter her apartment very well, one reason it was so cheap) she noticed a bottle of ketchup on her kitchen counter. She could've sworn she hadn't gotten out the ketchup, and if she had she knew she would've put it away. Then she caught sight of her fridge.

I'm coming for you.

Chloe jumped at the message and stared at it blankly until her brain finally moved her body to clean off the ketchup from the fridge door and get moving with the rest of her day. She grabbed a sponge first and wiped it over the edible message from the stainless-steel fridge door. She wiped a paper towel over the now wet area and threw it out. Making sure everything was clean, she took a step back and sighed, brushing her hand through her hair. Stress wasn't a good thing to bring to work when you worked at S.H.I.E.L.D. She walked back past her room and into her bathroom to begin getting ready for work.

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In the dark alleyway, the escaped criminal evaluated the weapons he had laid out. He had everything in order, and he could take out that pesky little girl out anytime he desired; but that was too easy. She couldn't get off that easy. She would pay for tattling on him, and her vengeance would be a slow and painful one. She would suffer for what she's done to me, he thought. He would not be stopped by a puny little girl and take it lightly. No, he does not suffer those things lightly. I am Brent Garcia, he thought, and I do not suffer fools lightly.

Locking and loading a large gun, he said,

"I'm coming for you, stupid little girl," he paused, "and you won't see anything coming."

OOOOH, SEQUELS ARE FUN! I know, that chapter was short. But there will be more, do not fear! So review!