In Love With Two Chapter Five
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Chapter Five
Amber tossed and turned restlessly. She couldn't sleep, for she had too much restless energy, as she was prepared for tonight. She finally gave up on sleep and got out of bed. She got dressed and went down to the bar. She'd have to leave for her job soon anyway.
"Hey, you ready." Jonas greeted quietly, his voice reminding her how serious her job is. She looked at him in surprise, he'd never said anything about her job before, or at least he'd never seemed to acknowledge it as such a depressing event.
Amber nodded. "Yes, I really should leave now."
"Wait." Jonas said, his voice trying to sound light. "How about a drink before you leave?"
Amber managed to give him a smile as she sat down. "Okay."
He poured her a drink, which she actually sat there and sipped slowly, instead of just draining the glass. She couldn't believe she felt this weird about a job. It was work, and a job she'd been doing for the better part of her life, giving her a well-known name for it. But, tonight, she just didn't feel up for it.
Jonas looked at her, ad grinned. "Don't forget your knife." He said and picked it up from the bar and handed it to her.
She looked at him and grinned. "Thanks."
She then finished her drink and left the bar, to walk down town, where the man said her target would be. She went into the bar she was directed to, and looked around to find her client. He had to be here, otherwise she wouldn't have any idea who to kill. She turned and grinned as she spotted him at a table in a corner, smoking a cigar and surrounded by glasses.
"Which one is it?" She asked, coming up behind him.
He jumped and clutched a hand to his chest. "Ah, you startled me."
She looked at him sarcastically. "Sorry. Which guy am I after?"
"That one." He said and casually pointed to their right.
She turned her head slightly to see a man in his early thirties. He had dark crimson hair, and a short beard. He looked nervous, like he was rarely in a bar, and he was wearing black clothes. His shirt very robe-like.
"Him?" She said skeptically. "What's so special about him?"
"He owes me...a dept." The man said. "But that is not your concern, all you have to think about is his burial. And that it won't be linked with me."
"No, actually" Amber corrected casually. "My only concern is the pay. Where is it?"
"After the job." The man hissed.
"No, I take cash up front." Amber said firmly.
He glared at her, which she returned relentlessly. Finally, giving up, he thrust a bag at her, which she opened, to check its contents.
"Don't disappoint me." He hissed before leaving the table to exit the bar.
Amber glared at his back. She didn't like him, he was too snotty. However, he'd given her money, so she could live with that.
She ordered a drink and got comfortable. All she had to do now, was watch this man and wait until he left the bar.
She didn't have to wait long, as he had one awkward beer before leaving. She grinned and rose to follow. The chase begins.
The man was very nervous, and Amber knew, if she hadn't already back in the bar, that he didn't walk in these streets very often.
'Probably because he's afraid,' She thought, and was almost sorry that she was proving his fears right.
It wasn't until he went into an alleyway that she could make her move. The alleyway was dark, and empty, which made it perfect.
"Sir." She said coming up, close to him.
"Y...yes?" He stuttered, and once again she felt a pang of guilt.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, and before he could reply, she had her knife in her hand and had stabbed him in the stomach. She looked at him, unable to mistake the fear in his eyes as he looked back at her.
"Why?" he managed to mouth before falling to the ground.
Amber took one last look at the body. Now it was dead, she felt no remorse, she was like stone; cold and hard.
She picked up her knife and wiped it on his clothes, then stood up again. Before she turned around to leave, she heard a gasp come from her exit.
"What did you do?" Came a voice in absolute horror.
She spun around in dread. "Briar?"
Okay, here's an update. Please review and thanks to everyone who reviewed my other chapters, I love you guys!
Atalanta's apples: Sorry, the man is not really important, but here's an update
Crazylittlekiwifruit: Put the twinkies down, and step away slowly
SupermansLioness: NO, Sandry will not have a crush on Amber
Alenor: sorry, no. Your guess is wrong, but you get a prize for playing anyway...
nothing else worked: Hm...maybe I should have made the man Niko just to be more evil. Mwahahahah