heres chapter eight. :). thanks for the reviews! i didn't expect that many so i decided to update early for u guys. sorry its so short though.
PS: nobodys guessed who this is yet. keep trying!
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Chapter eight.
unknown p.o.v.
i smiled in pleasure as screams sounded from the small shed behind me. The smoke from the fire smelt but the happiness i was feeling didn't deter. I was on a high,then again, muder was on my top ten list of favorite things to do.
"Hey!" my partner called, running to catch up with me his black curly hair bouncing slightly with his movements. "You done?" he asked.
I nodded with a smirk on my face. "Gotten rid of all of 'em".
His face lifted into something between a smile and a grimace. The right side of his face had a huge scar running down it and to this day he still wouldn't tell me where he had gotten it.
"We better report back to him!" i continued. i was urgent to get back to him and report that the mission had been sucessful. Then again when wasn't it? i was un defeatable.
He nodded his agreement and we started walking back to the base. the hot sun shone down onto my already tanned face.
"Well done, dear" master smiled down at me. i beamed back into his face. glad i had pleased him so much.
A shadow suddenly crossed his face. i frowned.
"Master?"
"I have something to tell you." he started solemly leaning closer to me.
"What is it?"
"That mission i told you about. You know?"
"Yes, master"
He smiled at me but something strange flickered in his eyes. i couldn't make it out though.
"It's time." is all he said. but i understood perfectly.
A wicked smiled crossed my face.
you better Sleep with one eye open. Jasper Swan...
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PS: the next chapter should be longer.
PSS: i need to put an accident in here somewhere. Any idea's?
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