Chapter 2

Gloria walked down many an alleyway to get to her car. It had been 7 months since Kyle was killed. The good thing was she got all of his money, and everything that was his. She got into her car. Her cell phone rang. She looked at the ID. It said Luke Retorn. She picked it up.

"Hello?" she questioned.

"YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME," a voice said through all the static.

"Who is this?" she asked.

"YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME," the voice repeated hanging up. That was a freaky phone call. Oh well, its not like it could've been anyone too dangerous, I mean, she was in a mob, and knew how to take care of herself. She drove down the street. Her cell phone rang again.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Hello, this is Frank Bay, your boss," he said acting as if he were a guy giving her brand new news.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Its Kyle's birthday, midnight, you must make people think you still love him, and go to his grave at midnight," she said.

"Ok, I'm on it," she said. She went home walking inside. That phone call was just too weird. She couldn't call the police; she was in a mob business. She just dialed Frank's number.

"Hello?" his voice asked.

"Hey, Frank listen, I got this weird phone call. I was wondering if you could tell me what it meant?" she asked him.

"Ok, shoot," he said.

"I picked up my phone, and a voice yelled you said you loved me twice," she explained.

"That sounds weird. Well, don't worry, if anybody moves in on you, just call, and we'll take care of it," he said.

"Thanks Frank," she said hanging up. She walked into her house putting some make up on.

Midnight

Gloria rode her car to the cemetery. She got out of the car walking to Kyle's grave. She got there.

"Oh my God," she said eyeing the grave. The grave was empty. She took out a gun, and for some reason, she had the strange sensation that some one was watching her. She ran to her car driving back home, little did she know, some one dropped from the trees following her. She parked her car right in front of her house. She ran inside, and picked up the phone dialing Frank's number.

"Hello?" his voice asked.

"Hello, Frank, I just got back from the cem-" the line went dead. She hung up getting extremely scared. She reached into her pocket about to take out her cell phone realizing she had left it in the car. She turned around resting her arms on the counter feeling like she was going to puke. She suddenly heard a shuffling of feet behind her. She grabbed a knife turning around trying to bring it down on whoever it was. Who it was caught her hand in midair.

"You shouldn't play with knives," the man who stood there said softly. His face was hidden by a shadow. She was so scared. He came into the moon light. Gloria dropped the knife. It was Kyle.

"You're dead," she cried.

"Do you really think I'd die that easily," he said. Gloria put her hands over her face starting to cry.

"How?" she asked.

All the sudden, a crow flew in through the window landing on his shoulder.

"I don't even know how this happened yet," Kyle said.

"I heard you die," she said.

"And I heard before I died that you helped murder me," he said pushing her up to the counter. She was breathing really heavily now.

"I didn't," she said.

"Don't lie to me," he snarled putting his hand around her neck.

"Do you want to know why your boss killed me?" he asked.

"Yes, he never told me," she replied.

"A long time ago, about 7 years, I had a family, a wife, a little son, and a little daughter. My father and mother were in this rebellion with us against the mob that you're in. they knew that we could've brought them down, so they killed everyone. They raped and killed my wife, and they slaughtered my kids. The last thing they did was they killed my parents. I wasn't there when it happened, but I walked in on the slaughter house, they tried to kill me, but I survived, and got away," Kyle explained.

"Why didn't you go to the police?" she asked.

"I tried, but the police back there worked with the mobsters. I eventually moved far away to here changing my name, my ID, everything," he said.

"What was you're old name?" she asked.

"Retorn, Luke Retorn," he responded.

"That was you that called me?" she asked.

"Yes it was. And if I recall right, you did say you loved me," he said.

"I'm sorry Kyle," she said.

"Oh, shut up. You're not sorry, and it's not Kyle anymore, its Luke," he said.

"Ok," she responded silently.

"I am going to kill all five of those men who killed me, and I know they all killed my family, so they're as good as dead, and so are you," he said. She screamed picking up the knife, and putting it in Luke's shoulder. He let out a gasp of pain. She smiled. He slowly pulled it out. It all the sudden healed up, just automatically. He threw the knife down. She turned around grabbing her gun, but by the time she turned back around, he was gone.