A/N: Another ATW Fanfic. I really hope you guys like this one. But be warned, this fan fic is still undecided as to where it's going. Yet, it has a clear beginning, with some changes from what the real writers made happen. Yes, that's right, I'm not the real writer, and have no rights to the characters, or the show... Unless it's in my deranged mind. (Evil grin spreading.)
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Have you tooken care of the 'problem' we had," sweetly, and innocently Leitenuant Barchelli asks. Knowing, undoubtedly, the answer, and what the next move will be. After all he was the one who planned it, just like a chess match, him as being the king. Always safe and protected. Never having to fear, because his deminish would happen only after all the others',...but that was impossible. After all, a win equals ten new pieces.
Speaking a bit hesitantly, and with fear leaking with every syllable spoken replies the young, unknowing rookie.
"Without trouble. All you need to do is to come pick up-" Hesitates and thinks.
the gift we got for the hassle, sir."
"Come downstairs, and our issue will be over."
"Right now?"Unisely questioning the rule of the king. But the rookie, was obviously gaing courage. Unwise, in the face of hoping to survive and emerge.
"Yes, or I will come up. Don't forget the package," Barchelli sugar coating the threat, and granting the young cop relief... At least untill the package has been delivered.
"I'm here now, so I'm hanging up."
As he clicked the end button, the icy metallic blade, easily and quickly slices through the jugluar. Without a plea or a scream, the black haired rookie slips away, leaving Earth, with his most darkest secret and shame, unknown to one, and that one quickly takes it, to not destroy, but use.
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"Hey Richie. What are you doing here?" I ask, as soon as I notice him.
"Just came to see," Richie respnds, feeling sorry for his little sister. Every decision she makes is always challenged.
"Oh, you brought back the cake. I'm guessing Dad didn't accept it."
"No...I'm sorry."
"Do you want a piece?" I quickly ask, trying to put my thought of calling Brody, knowing that Richie would be pissed. That's why he didn't know. Just like he doesn't really know about the cause of my break up with...
'No, I've got to watch my girlish figure'- "Abby, I'm still here." God, what is wrong with her to night? I know that look...Could she be thinking about Danny... Maybe I should tell Brody about him...Get him to stop thinking about her. How can he even think about my sister like that?
"Richie, what are you thinking about? At first you were looking worried, then really pleased, and then you had the look of hurt...or maybe betrayal." He's not telling me something, and it must involve me.
"Nothing. I've gotta go," says Richie Kowalski, as he quickly stands and strides out, with a quick goodbye.
God something must be really bothering him. What does it have to do with me? Guess I'll find out later... Probably has to do with Donnie...Or Danny...Or did Brody tell him? Lately he has been trying to get me to go out with him, to piss off Richie? No...He seems to enjoy it... Not every guy has alternative motives... And he loves Richie. But maybe he knows why Richie is so distracted. Yeah, I should call him. After all, I do have nothing else to do...