First of all, I know I'm in a lot of trouble for writing yet another new story, but it's supposed to hold you off until my next release in May, plus it's a birthday present for one of my best friends. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL! XD Anyway, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It's supposed to be a remake to one of my earlier stories, In Others' Personal Affairs, but with a few changes. Please don't hate on my for writing this! I promise it will be worth your while to read, and I'll also have a new update on all my current stories within the week. I SWEAR I WILL DO IT! I HAVE TO! HOLD ME TO THAT NOW! Please R&R!
Let me get one thing straight before I begin, this may or may not be my story. This could be the story of my next door neighbor, my dog, the postman's story for all you know, but that's not stopping you from wanting to know. But I can make one thing indefinitely clear for you, this is a cover up. A scandal of the worse kind. An attempt to prevent people from discovering the truth about a serious mistake or crime. The story I'm about to tell you is cloaked in lies and secrecy, almost to the point that you can't tell the difference between the lies and the truths, but that doesn't matter. If you are reading this, than it means our plan backfired, it means that my partner and I are in serious trouble. I admit to you know that despite the fact that this might not be my story, Zane and I are mixed up in it. We're in too deep to back away now.
If you saw us on the street, you wouldn't think twice about us. A young couple, something you see about as much as you see the weeds in an abandoned yard. A tall, muscular young man, blond with the most piercing blue eyes you've ever seen in your life. Next to him, a young woman, quite pretty. She was short, tan, with brunette hair that fell down her back with dark eyes to match. Depending on who you are, you may feel remorse, you may feel envy, you may feel the reminder of you're loved one at home, so your eyes waver a bit longer.
It's at that moment you notice the girl, though her expression never changes, her eyes are darting around quickly, as though nervous. And the man, though his naturally light skin makes it hard to tell, is paling in the face. It's upon this realization that you decide against your better judgement to follow these characters, down the sidewalk, across the street, wherever they may lead you. You keep a safe distance, of course, making sure that the woman's constant glances behind her back didn't catch you. As you pass a flower cart, you find yourself instinctively drawn to one of the beautiful bouquets, a mixture of odd white and gray roses. You bend down to take a whiff. The white roses smell sweet, but at the same time bitter, as though the day's sun had hardened their scent. The gray roses smell sour, enough to make you wrinkle your nose in disgust, but you smell something else as well. The gray roses contained a bit of spice, making the gray rose smell quite appealing at the same time disgust forms in your nose, but as you pull away, you smell the two roses scents mix, a smell you can only describe as trouble. And for a split second, the smell reminds you of the two characters you decided to follow and you straighter, your eyes searching the mid-day bustle for your pray, but they are no where to be found. Disappeared as though the wind swept them up and carried them off. You search for a while before giving up, deciding that, though interesting, the characters are not worth your time.
As you continue on your way towards your momentarily forgotten errand, you can't help but feel this sense of dread wash over you, as though your absence has brought a great evil down somewhere, but you shake it off, continuing down the road, your strange characters pushed to the back of your mind. But little did you know, life as you knew it was about to chance, about to disappear right before your very eyes. You wouldn't even have the chance to grab onto a corner before it was snapped out of your reach. But because you followed us, I feel you should have the right to know. That day, we made a deal with the devil. That day, we traded our happiness for the sake of someone who couldn't give a damn what the two of us were doing, but I've rambled on for long enough. You're probably quite confused by my nonsense, aren't you? Well, then I'll start at the beginning with the original scandal. The one that started it all, the one that cost us our livelihood and prime.
The scandal was of dirty innocence. The cover up was of bloody trade. The people before us were a no good thief and a brutal murderer. These people went into retirement long ago, the hero underneath brought into the light, but the evil creatures of the night stayed below, waiting for their chance to strike. Their means to be needed again.
I am Aryan Brookestone. I am a thief and a ruthless assassin by design.
This is Zane Julien. He is a killer, violent and cold down to the core.
Everyone loves a hero, but there's nothing like a good villain to even out the score.