chapter: 3, what now?

an/as you might have noticed, i have this thing about using captiols. i don't like them. so if you are having problems with this fact. i don't think i care.

disclaimer: don't sue. i have nothing. i own nothing.

an/ with that out of the way lets get on with the story.
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pixie knew something was up when candy didn't shout the name of the person at the door. and the fact that brian was standing at her door a few mintutes later was a complete clue somthing was up. she walked silently down the stair ready for anything but what she saw. quater winner standing there like he was a door to door salesman.

"that the guy who shot you?" brain asked under his breath. "man, you don't do small change do ya."

"yeah well, all thing going we can't let him leave here with out knowing what he wants," she got candy attendtion and gave her that singal to let him in.
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'okay lets think, there's at lest two of them and i have no idea what's goning to happen. this is good' he thought to himself as he stepped into the house. it was a nice house, clean but cluttered, like some one had left everything out of place.

"am candy," the girl said with warning, still walking ahead of him trying to keep his atendtion focus on her, but he was looking for this gril partner. he caoght sight of a elbow fron behind a corter. but before he could see who the elbow was attacted to, candy had him sitting with his back to the only door in the room. it nice, with pictures on the walls. one of two cheerleaders dressed on their red amnd black uniforms, and anther of the guy with a camera in his hands with a baaner over his head that read 'most likly to be fired'. from the way he was smiling, one could tell that he didn't care if he was fired from whatever job he had.

quatre turned back to candy and asked about the cheerleaders. her answer never come because just then shouting came from up stiars.
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pixie knew she would have to play dumb. if she had any chance of blowing this guy off her trail. 'maybe i should blow his brains out and get it over with,' she hid the gun in the small of her back and headed to the living room."hey, butterfinger, who wsa at the door?"

she walked into the room where quatre and candy were sitting. and stopped. she saw quatre get to his feet and saw stared straight into her eyes for several mintutes. shew didn't hear candy correct her name or when brain walked into the room. 'i may be in trouble.'' who are you?"
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he knew it was her right off. there was a familiar look in those eyes, even the contacts she had to have been wearing the first time he had seen her. the look was still the same, no matter what she did to them.

"i think you who i am."


A/n:that's all she wrote folks. i blame it on my writer's block.