A/N- I also forgot to mention that there are "colorful" words.
Maya
Today was the day I fucked everything up. The day they found out, the day that reminded me of what I did. What I had become. I'm sticking it out in a cabin in the Rockies. Just a bunch of plants and my 3 cats, 3 dogs and a horse. Ginger unfortunately died 3 years ago, and I buried her under a Ginger plant.
I have my dogs, Oreo, Goldie, Flash, I know, I know, not the most creative. Then there's the cats, Fluffy, Spot and Darkness, I found them out in the wilderness as kittens on a stormy night. I have a horse named Shadowhunt, whom I got from the nearest local town from a cheap horse dealer who mistreated his animals. I'm pretty sure that what he was doing was illegal and later exposed him putting him in jail. I use an old technique to preserve my food, the pet food and hay, it's old but efficient. I also occasionally head down to a small town about 5 miles and get fresh food, which is quite a relief to me.
Life's changed so much, but I look the same. Blond hair, pale skin, that sort of shit. Life sucks you know. It's not everyday that you're a forced ex double agent who is being hunted by the Organization for possibly destroying the world more than once indirectly along with feeding information to the Other Side.
A small blue jay flitters to and fro from the trees. Without a care in the world. Wish I could be like that, free. But here I am, off the grid, in the woods, in a cabin, with animals.
The few hours that pass feel like millions of years.
Then a bolt of lightning strikes a mountain in my view. Then it begins to rain. First it was a pitter-patter, but in the matter of seconds it became buckets and buckets of water. A freak storm
Oreo barks, frightened by the deafening clap of thunder. I gather up all my pets and carefully put them in the guest bedroom, since it's the most soundproof. They calm down a little bit.
"Shhh," I murmur.
There's a knock at the door. My head shoots up, did the Organization find me? I carefully make my way over to the door and open it by a centimeter. The body of a man, most likely hiker, is on the porch.
I open the door wider and reach out pulling him inside. I turn over his body and recognize his face. Farkle.