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Mac POV
I trudged numbly in the foot deep snow; my black coat hid my face with its hood, so no one could see the gray being of a girl that is me. Gray. The gray seem to touch everything, even me. England was so colorless compared to giant lights of neon and white of America. God, I miss the color, the warmth.
"This is getting old."
The voice was right. This was getting old, quickly. This gray was getting old, the noise was getting old, they were getting old, this gig was getting old, and me, I am getting old. This selfish ranting was getting old too. I have a job to do; catching the low lives of the world and the getting the cash reward that have been stapled on their asses. I must not think now or ever.
"But you don't want to, do you?"
The little voice said to me in a little whisper that almost chilled my bones, almost. I wasn't capable of that kind of human emotion anymore.
"Liar."
Damn. Why wouldn't the voice just shut the hell up? I got to find that guy so I can live. So I can eat. So I can get on with my life. I had to find Sirius Black and get the 20,000 whatever's that came with him.
I tracked him all the way to this little lonely shack in the middle of nowhere. I moved towards the house quickly getting fasted with ever puff of my breath that arose into the cold winter day. This was the part I enjoyed, the capture. They would always run, and then I would catch them, beat them to a pulp and drag their sorry ass back to the Feds, or the Ministry. This was going to be good, I could taste it.
I reached the door, finally! I kicked it down and grabbed my thin daggers and began to twirl them in hands until, I saw him, and he was doing something to a piece of fabric. I wondered closer, he didn't look. I finally close enough to see that it wasn't cloth, it was a little dog. He was trying to save the little guy from whatever was ailing him. He was human, more human than I would ever be. He was whispering sweet nothings into its ear. Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes and I dropped my weapons. It was too much. My old dead heart was coming to its senses, he wasn't like the others. He had a heart.
His head turned sharply around to me. His eyes met mine and I saw the he was crying, crying for a fucking dog!
"Who are you?" He asked me.
I couldn't respond.
"Oh, you must be a bounty hunter", he said standing up and dusted himself off. He looked at me shocked. I guess my hood had fallen down. He saw my tear stricken checks, my cold violet eyes, and my thirteen year old weary face. He gaped and then smiled at me. He walked closer to me.
"You're too young to be doing this", he said to me in a sweet tone.
He was right. I am too young. I let the tears fall.
He walked over to me, "I can offer you a life." He stuck out his hand.
"What do you say kid? I want to help you; you're too young for all this shit."
I looked up dazed. Had he just ask me to quit and come with him? To live a life of what..
"…happiness, idiot, just what you've been looking for."
But…
"Do it. You'll just keep getting older if you don't."
I sniffled wiped the tears from my eyes. He gave me a chance for life again.
I grabbed his hand in agreement. He smiled and I smiled back.
"What's your name kid?
"Mackenzi Remes, sir." I said as I stood up.
"First thing, my name is Sirius not sir and second, that's a bloody amount of letters you got there, I'll just call you Mac instead."
"All right, Mac it is."
He handed me the little dog, who now seemed fine. He was so beautiful, a little brown husky with stunning green eyes. The pup looked at me and licked my face. The dog smell like axel grease.
"What are you going to call him?" Sirius asked.
"I'll call him Axel, 'cause he smells like it."
"Good, Mac and Axel, my new family." He whispered; Sirius turned on his heel, and hummed as he walked out of the room.
Axel barked playfully, I felt new again. The world was finally with me.
Well hello world. How you been? It's good to see you, my old friend.
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