Chapter 1: That Fateful Day
"Keep running, Dahlia, keep running." Young criminal Dahlia Hawthorne thought while running through the Southern California Courthouse. With one swift look behind her to make sure that she wasn't being followed, she paused, and ducked behind a pillar to slow down…. And think.
Dahlia Hawthorne was a girl of many secrets. And she would do anything to keep them that way. "Diego Armando," she muttered angrily under her breath. Diego Armando was the man that almost exposed Dahlia for the manipulating murderer in which she really was. Of course, Dahlia knew that Armando knew way too much. And the one rule of Dahlia Hawthorne was when someone knew too much… it was their time to go.
The red haired criminal reached into the pockets of her long, flowing dress, and clutched a gold chain tightly in her hand. Upon first glance, you it looked like an ordinary gold chain, with a stunning blue gem resting inside. However, this "blue gem" contained a deadly poison, in which Dahlia wasn't afraid to use.
The young mastermind had plotted to put two teaspoons of the poison in Diego Armando's coffee. This worked out perfectly, since Armando had planned to meet with Dahlia in the courthouse cafeteria that fateful day.
Hawthorne chuckled quietly. "What's done is done," she thought to herself while throwing her necklace to the ground. Dahlia sighed and leaned back on the pillar she was hiding behind.
"Armando was dead, and I have to destroy the poison in a way the police won't find it… but how would that be possible when-
Loud police sirens echoed the empty halls of the courthouse, and Dahlia's eyes widened with panic. She scooped up the necklace in her hand, and continued running like she was before.
Finally, Dahlia came across two doors. Hesitating slightly, she decided to take the one closer to her. She bursted through the doors, and closed them behind her.
Catching her breath, she started to look around. "This must be the library," she thought. "These people are so into their studies, they are completely unaware of the murder that just happened. They are such stupid children."
Dahlia put her chain deep into her pocket, and walked around the library, trying her best to blend in with the others. "Hah. Blend in." She said quietly. "I'm much too beautiful to blend in with anyone here."
Suddenly, she bumped into someone. Looking up at the blushing, happy figure with incredibly pointy hair, and idea arose in her mind. One that was brilliant, and might get her out of heaps of trouble.