A/N Hello, everyone! This is my new, multi-chapter project, A Thousand Unseen Stars (a story in bite sized chapters). I wanted a challenge, so each chapter will be less than 500 words long. I've got it all planned out, and I won't post a chapter until I finish the one after it, so hopefully I'll be more consistent with updating.
Those of you who have read my other stories, prepare for something different....No humor. Gasp. I know. I'm not sure I can do it...but I'll try. XD If you want something funnier, then go check out any of my other stories.
Speaking of which: Any of you who follow Before It's Too Late, I've updated. It's kinda the climax chapter, and I was kind of expecting more than three reviews....okay. On with the story. :P
I believe that no one is born good or bad. Anyone has the capacity to be both. The ones who are born around those who will encourage them to be good people are lucky. But even those who aren't can still find goodness in them, brought out by those who want to help. It's the ones who are born around those who don't care if they are good or bad people and still become wonderful people who are the lucky souls.
He was made for this.
The door was no problem. They slipped inside the house and split up. The littlest girl stood in the center of the room. "Clear. They're sleeping." She swallowed. "Target down that hall, first door to the left."
He gestured to the other girl. "Check the computers."
He walked silently down the hall, pushing open the door to the target's room.
The woman was sleeping, as she should be at two in the morning. The wee hours of the morning are when the human body is the weakest.
He noticed a picture of a young girl on the woman's dresser. Her daughter, then. The girl had the same face. There was a brief jolt of emotion in his chest. Well, this wasn't his fault, what he had to do.
He made it quick and painless, a short snap to the neck. She wouldn't have felt anything.
He left the room quickly. The youngest girl watched him with her penetrating blue eyes.
"It's done," he told her unnecessarily.
"She had a daughter," the girl said softly. "She's twelve."
He didn't reply.
The second girl appeared with a laptop. "It's on here," she said, eyes bright. "Everything. I checked all the other computers, but there aren't any back-up files. I can check the internet storage account she had when we get back--"
"Do you need anything else here?" he interrupted.
She sighed. "No."
He turned to the first girl. "The daughter...she knew nothing?"
The girl shook her head, tears in her eyes. He pretended not to see. "We're done here, then."
They exited the house, into the cool desert night. He spread wings and jumped into the air, like a dark angel. The two followed.
Valencia (Val) Martinez was 46 found dead of a suspected homicide early this morning. Her house appeared to have been broken into during the night. Her daughter found her in her bed this with a broken neck and called 911. The 12 year old girl was shaken but unharmed.
Valencia was born March 5th 1963, to Maria and Roberto Martinez. She graduated from University of California with a veterinary degree and moved to Mesa, AZ soon after, eventually opening her own practice. She volunteered around the community and was a regular donor to local charities. She is survived by one daughter, a sister and a nephew. Preceded in death by her husband, Daniel and her two parents. Anyone with information pertaining to her death should contact the police.
Word count: 496
A/N I can't express how much I'd love to know what you thought of that...*wink, wink*
Till the next update,
BlueWingedKitty