Well, Violet, what are you going to do now?

A teenage girl sat on a bench, deep in thought as she let out a sigh, almost smiling as she watched the white puff come from her mouth and fade into nothing. Oh how the beauties of the world enchanted her with their great ironies. She couldn't help but chuckle, the world seemed to just keep spinning no matter how weird her life got.

The night before last she had been walking home from her job at the pet shop, coated in dog fur as always, with a faint smell of cat urine on the edge of her pants. Most people would have been complaining, but she had nothing to complain about. She loved her job; it was the best thing that had ever happened to her. As she reminisced on how wonderful her day had been, and eerie feeling swallowed that joy. She felt a chill rising slowly up her spine, gripping her body tightly as goose bumps rose on her skin. She could hear footsteps.

She spun around, not even thinking of what could be following her. "Who's there?!" She screeched, her heart beating so fast she thought it would leap out of her chest. No one answered her. The only thing she saw was the sidewalk and a lamp post that cast it's greetings down an alley. The alley.

Violet nearly jumped out of her skin as the realization hit her like a baseball to the face. She had forgotten the one place that the bad guys always hide- everyone knew the bad stuff went on in the alley! And what had she done? Just turned around and kept walking! She gritted her teeth, cursing herself as she grabbed her bag. The feeling that someone was watching her was filling her again, she had to go. She glanced left to right, something catching her eye immediately. A man walking a Pomeranian seemed a little out of place. For one thing he was wearing all black and sunglasses on a cloudy day, two…if felt like he was watching her.

He is watching me. She told herself, standing up and throwing her bag onto her shoulder. With another soft sigh she walked away from the bench. The man had stopped, allowing the tiny dog to do its business on a fire hydrant, and suddenly he was headed in the same direction as her.

Violet clenched her fists and immediately unclenched them, reminding herself to stay perfectly silent since she was playing the "innocent little girl" card.

She forced herself to be distracted by the way her shoelaces bounced and occasionally dragged in puddles. The man was keeping his distance, which meant that he had no goal of approaching her, but he did want to keep his eyes on her.

I should have known, with what I'm involved in…what is he, under-cover cop? FBI? Something more, perhaps..? She gritted her teeth. I knew I shouldn't have pulled an idiotic move like that…it's just like what happened to the first Kira… She felt a faint bead of sweat on her forehead. It was exactly like what happened to the last Kira. She had done something stupid and brash; something only someone that lived there would know about. Of course she could create the illusion that this new Kira was country hopping…but London would still be so significant, being her first big show off of her power.

She shivered, praying the man would imagine it being from the cold. She felt like she was in a game of monkey in the middle, having no control over anything whatsoever. And that really pissed her off.

She glanced at the man. I can't kill him either; it would draw too much attention towards myself…then again...That would also create fear in whoever is chasing me since they already understand what's going on. Obviously they would have to understand the concept behind the Eyes, and how I could kill them if I even got a glimpse of them… She could feel a headache coming on at this point. But is that really what I should do? No, it's way too risky. Guns shoot faster than I can write, and with enough proof, I could easily end up dead before even opening the notebook.

"Get into your apartment and don't do anything stupid." A soft voice ordered in her ear. Violet took out her key and hurried into the building, hoping the man wouldn't follow as she rushed to the apartment.

He doesn't need to…they're already watching me right now…