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Chapter Five

Charles Anderson was anything but a liar. He prided himself on telling the truth; in fact he could proudly say he was one of the most talented doctors in the area.

He had personally been surprised when a young girl had accepted his invitation to dinner, and then proceeded to ask him if he was married, making him vow to tell the truth.

He had hastily and inconspicuously removed his wedding ring and smiled, unwilling to hurt the poor girl who looked up with such innocent eyes.

Being only twenty-one at the time, he had not had time to boast how he always told the truth.

Now he was sat in a room, with a minor headache, which he self diagnosed as nothing more than a bump on the head.

He was lucky; some of the other men had needed shirts made into makeshift bandages for cuts and what not. They were all relatively fine though. Until she had come back, carrying a bloody figure.

He had waited until she left, smirking deeply, before he raced over, the others hot on his heals.

He pressed his hand over the kid's wrist, blood everywhere. He paused for a moment, begging for a tiny beat.

"He's just…god…he's gotta be the youngest, what twenty-four?" A guy, Tony, said. Most of the guys had been here years ago and where all ranging in ages from thirty up.

In fact, it had been a good shock for the oldest, at the age of forty-four to return here and find little Molly still at the age of twenty-one sitting before them before knocking them out and bringing them here.

Apparently it seemed this fellow had returned faster than the rest and paid for it.

Charles set the others to washing the blood off the chest and arms of the new comer with the little water that dripped from the tap in the back of the almost bare room.

He started to bouncing his hands over the kid's heart and slowly but surely a single beat came through alone, then another and another.

But he could see the blood staining the floor and knew, if a hospital didn't come soon or the kid didn't awaken…he could do nothing but watch and wait.

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The figure moved along the shadows, following the black car with precision, if the man found his brother she would be ended.

Her master would kill her. She needed to remove the opposition, and she knew the perfect way to do it.

If she couldn't stop him finding his brother, she'd take him to his brother, and they could die together.

She watched silently as the car rumbled to a stop and the man in question rested his head on the steering wheel, driving for hours and finding nothing had made him weary, inattentive.

She smiled, now was the time to strike.

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Ok, sorry for the delay in updates, but if you like this can I recommend reading My Fight Not Yours by Deana-Samantha. It's me and my sis, except I wrote most of it. Sorry for the short chapter.

Ok, I wanna thank all the reviewers for their inspiring ramble of words, they are the reason you got this chapter today and not in a couple of weeks time.

Please review! I'll update faster that way…thanks. Deana aka ShadowMayne