I sighed, staring at the ceiling of the darkened room. I was really in it. The events of the day had gone by so fast I had barely kept up with the pace, let alone have time to realize I should have run away at the first whiff of trouble. But I hadn't, and here I was.
Thinking back, I realized I should have just run the second I met the person who dragged me into this. And how did it start?
With a woman.
I didn't even remotely like this woman, and I'd known her for a while now. She was obnoxious as hell, rude, way to happy, had a big black gun, and knew how to use it far too well.
Not to mention that because of her I'd nearly been killed three times over in the past twenty four hours.
In truth, I hadn't seen her in the past two years, but all this was definitely her fault. Because whenever I heard from her, bad things always happened.
Whenever I point this out, she always tells me it comes with the name. I had no doubt it did.
Her name was Chaos, and that most certainly was the story of her life and that of anyone who was unlucky enough to know her well.
So, the setup may have started with the disaster rightly named, but this particular shindig began with an envelope. You know, one of those big yellow ones.