Hey. I realized I didn't an authors note on the first chapter. (Did I?)
So, I'm just going to give you a head's up. This is a dark story. I don't even know how it happened, it just did.
I got the idea for this from a book called The Long Game by Jennifer Lynn Barnes. I don't know if its published yet...so...I don't know if you can find it.
Basically, its about this girl, who lives near Washington D.C. She gets involved with terrorists and...other stuff.
It's really good, and after I read it last week I just felt inspired.
Anyhoo, thanks to those of you who reviewed last time.
Zen: I wish!
Ian protested, struggling against the heavy hands that held him, feeling himself dragged away from the girl he loved.
He heard the shot ring out behind him, and he stiffened. "I hate you!" He called, his voice loud in the quiet night.
The Cat came up to him.
The Cat truly was a fitting name for such a cruel man. His black eyes always glittered with a cold fire, a fire that had been stoked through years of killings.
He snuck up on his targets, like a cat sneaks up on a mouse, and then he delivered the lethal blow. His targets never knew what hit them.
Tonight was an exception. He wanted Amy to fear, to cry out, to beg for mercy. Which she had done, but Ian had already been dragged away, and all he could hear was her soft voice, a tear in it, as she had cried.
He would have done anything to take her place.
"So." The Cat said. "You know your punishment. However, tonight is an odd night. Tonight, I will show mercy, when I have none. You are not to be executed, as you should be. You are to break into Amy Cahill's home, and bring me anything that may show me what she was doing." The Cat paused, letting his words sink in. "If you do not, you will meet a cruel fate. Death by torture."
Another shot rang out. "What the-" The Cat screamed, running over.
Ian heard him yell, "What do you mean she's gone?"
Relief washed through him, and he felt his knees knock together as he crumpled to the ground.
He could hear the light steps of The Cat as he came up behind him, treading softly on the firm ground. "Change of plans." The Cat purred. "You are to find me Amy Cahill, and bring her to me, dead or alive."
Ian didn't say anything.
"Now go!" The Cat said, "Your quest begins now!"
Ian stood up, and turned to The Cat. "What if I don't want to?" He spit, all the hatred he'd kept bottled up inside of him for all these years spewing forth.
The Cat's lips parted, revealing perfect white teeth. "I suggest," He said, slowly, the way one talks to a toddler. "That you listen to me." His voice hardened, and his lips straightened. "The results won't be pretty."
Ian turned, and felt a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it, and turned around, resentment written on his shadowed face. "What?"
"I fear," The Cat said, one eyebrow twitching. "That you don't have much time. Either you find her, and bring her to me, or I'll-"
Ian knew what The Cat was going to say. He turned and ran through the dark night.
His heart beat loudly in his chest. "Amy!" He called. "Amy!"
No answer. Of course, you fool! He thought. You just confessed to her that you were supposed to kill her. She's not going to fall for anything.
He looked around him, at the dark silhouettes of the mighty oaks, the crooked pines, and he shuddered.
"Amy." He whispered. "I'd never kill you. Not unless..." He paused, biting his lip.
"I love you." He whispered, into the dark, bleak night.
Then he turned, and walked away. He would find this girl, this beauty, the girl he loved, and he would save her from...from her father.
The world had never seemed so dark and dreary as it did in that moment.
The moon was behind a cloud, and the faint starlight seemed to give no light.
Ian's feet thudded on the cold, dry ground, and he felt tears coming to his eyes.
He stopped, and fell down, his breaths coming in fast gasps.
"I can't do this." He muttered. "It's impossible."
His thoughts turned to The Cat's last words. "Or I'll-"
He was going to say, "Or I'll sell your secrets to the world."
His mind churned. His past was not something Ian was proud of.
Rather, it was something that made him whimper, cry, and moan in anguish late into the night. It was something that haunted him, that wouldn't go away, like the itch on a mosquito bite. No matter how much you scratch it, its still there, and it only gets worse.
He stared up at the dark sky, his face lifted to the faint starlight. The stars seemed very few, like the bright spots in his life. They twinkled, winking at him, as if to remind him how worthless he really was.
The bright spots. They were few. And one of them had been working with Amy. Sure, their tasks consisted of killing people, and acts of terrorism. But when he was with her, he didn't care about the blood on his hands, because there was blood on her hands too, and they were in this together.
Ian had murdered, stabbed, raped, assaulted many a girl in his lifetime, but Amy had done things that were just as bad. She didn't care if he came to her, smelling of alcohol, with the blood on his hands from a virgin he'd just raped and then murdered.
Amy accepted him for what he was, because she too, had been recruited by The Cat, who was the head of Mawt to al Hayy. Death to the living.
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See what I mean, it got kind of dark...to say the least. Anyway, drop me a review and I'll love you forever.