I am such a stupid updater. Sorry, everyone… well, I wrote another story. I will try to update my other stuff, but I have writer's block on Stronger, I've lost interest in Popped (I have to think of ideas), and I'm just lazy with In It To Win It… Nothing Else… I have the second chapter of this written, I'm just interested in seeing if anyone shows any interest in this story. I suppose this chapter acts like a prologue or something… Hmmm… I need to write something redundant here… Well, I am obsessed with RENT and Sweeney Todd right now… uhhh… hmmm… Okie, enjoy! ^^

Meet Me at Sundown

Chapter I

Trent Monroe, a regular sales associate, sat at his large desk inside his cubicle. He was a tall man. God had been kind enough to make him a charming fellow who had quite the luck with the ladies. His black hair only grazed past his eyebrows and he was clean shaven with nothing more than evening stubble. His emerald eyes were perched down at his paperwork. The cringes in his mouth, which sat on his tan skin, were pointed downwards at the paper. Trent never minded his job too much; he was always busy, but never needed to bring his work home.

Some would think a failed rocker, like himself, who was unable to get more than three gigs at a karaoke bar, would simply give up by now. This didn't phase it at all, however. He was silently practising to one day go big. His work at Sundown Corporations was only a job to support him for the time being.

The buzzing rings of phones being called and answered created the daily atmosphere of Sundown Corporations. The soft spoken secretaries answered the lines in a professional fashion each time, as if rehearsed for their debut movie audition. "Good morning, Mr. Todd." "Have a nice evening, Mrs. Montgomery." The clicks of pens, clacks of computer keys in a rhythmic pace, as if following song notes, were what Trent enjoyed the most. Back then, life might as well have been all roses and rainbows. Trent would soon learn how life could rain on his parade.

"Hey, Trent!" Trent turned his head to see his friend and co-worker, who worked inside his neighbour cubicle. Harold McGrady was a medium height man who not exactly blessed in the looks department. His eyesight was no better than a bat's and he managed only to grow a stubble on his chin. His light orange hair matched his ginger freckles. Yes, he was unattractive; however, this fellow was very intelligent. Harold aspired to become the head CIO of Sundown Corporations. He was merely working his way up the career ladder as our second protagonist.

"Hey, Man. What's up?" Trent asked his friend.

"Cody and I were going to try to get DJ out of the house to go clubbing tonight. You know, like old times?" By old times, Harold meant their high school days. Their high school days consisted of Trent dragging Harold and Cody away from their Dungeon and Dragons meeting and convincing DJ's mom that he didn't have alcohol on him.

Cody Anderson was a shorter man. Gifted with a childish image, which greatly reflected his personality, Cody was gap-toothed with short, brown hair, and a metabolism high enough to scare away any nutritionist. He was one of the few male secretaries and he loved the position with his life. The pay was nice, he was able to fool around with his buddies- minus DJ Cooke; and, to top it off, woo any of the female clients (between you and me, he was never successful with the ladies).

On the other hand, DJ Cooke was a tall, well-built black man. He could easily get any girl that he wanted, but his downfall was his timid personality. DJ was too nervous to ask anyone out or even leave his house unless necessary. It was merely ironic as he could easily kill someone with a flick of his wrist. He currently worked at a veterinarian office across the street from Sundown Co., taking care of the few pets that made it through the busy Toronto streets. He loved his job like he loved his mother (and he loved his mother dearly). DJ could take care of animals, his job was almost always safe, and he could avoid getting dragged into his friends' mischief as must as possible. Little did he know, this timid fellow could never escape the trouble his companions would bring.

"Sounds awesome, man," Trent responded. He did not have plans that night and decided that he did need a break.

"Sweet! Meet us at eight at DJ's house. We're going to surprise him," Harold smirked mischievously. Trent waved to his friend and watched him step back into his cubicle.

It was six thirty. The night was young as the street lamps began to beam down on the city sidewalk. The tall buildings looked so dark and cryptic, like a horror film. The only lights the buildings brought off came from the mini windows of offices and large windows of department stores. Evening traffic blared loudly of honking cars and motors of city buses. Workers moved at fast paces throughout the crowd, past the homeless and nocturnal prostitutes.

Trent road the elevator, his office had provided for him, down to the garage where his car was parked. His eyes were glued to his a memo that his boss had left him with at the last minute. Most would rather take the bus to get around sue to rush hour, but Trent loved his corvette; it road nice, had good gas mileage, and was a beautiful green colour. His car was the most important thing in his life next to his guitar.

The metallic elevator door opened, creating a sound the echoed throughout the garage. Trent stepped out of the elevator, not moving his eyes from the page.

"Stop!" he heard a woman cry in a broken voice, "don't come any closer!" Trent's eyes shot up towards the voice. The woman, who stood before him, had a pale face. She had short teal hair, was rather short, and held a disturbed look on her face. Blood streaked against her stomach and dripped down her arms. Her ripped stocking rode up her skirt in shreds, revealing deeper cuts. She held the trigger of a gun, shakily, in her left hand, pointed at her head. The trigger of another gun was pointed directly at the nervous worker, which was held in her right. "S-stay back!" Tears streamed down her dirty face. Trent stepped back until his back hit the elevator door. He was unsure of what to do.

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