Disclaimer: All characters you recognize belong to Janet Evanovich. This simply has been bugging me, and I've decided to set it free. No money is being made; this is hopefully entertaining to someone other than me.
Who Are You?
By Julia (screaminbanchee)
Prologue
I picked up the bottle of amber colored liquid. I stared at the bold letters of the headline for the world news section.
"Judge throws out previous conviction and grants a new trial after thirty three years!"
I wanted to make myself a drink, my whole body felt weary. The bottle felt heavy in my hands and my hands were trembling slightly. I've been hiding for so long, but I knew he'd come for me now. I heard the shower turn on upstairs, and knew I needed to get on with my day. My family doesn't know, how would I tell them? Would I even be able to tell them?
Gathering my every shred of resolve, I put the bottle back. There was nothing I could do. I hoped that they would show up before he found me. Wonder where they'll send me this time? I knew my private time was limited in the mornings. I had to keep up airs. I said a quick prayer that they'd accept my family too. I methodically replaced the news pages, wrapped them with the rubber band, then began my morning routine.
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Thirty years. He'd never get that time back, opportunities and power lost. The power could be reclaimed eventually, but she'd pay. He'd spent the last thirty years preparing the prefect plan. During his trial, he'd seen her picture. One of his loyal men, brought him the printout, hidden inside the jacket lining. He'd never had trouble working around the system. All you needed to know is the right people, and he knew the right people.
The files delivered to him after his photo ops showed she'd taken the last thirty years to make a life for herself. She was pictured standing in the doorway of her home. Family surrounding her. The fire, well, it wasn't pleasant, but she deserved so much more, and he knew it would only be a few months before he'd see to her receiving everything she deserved. He'd waited this long, a few more months wouldn't kill him.
Settling into the large lounge, he swirled his brandy, and watched the night skyline, thinking of what he had in store for her.
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To Be Continued...
Any guesses of who's POV begins the story? and Yes, I'm still working on I was lost, but this was bugging me, so me and my muse made a deal. I'll start this, if she helps with IWL.