Chapter Three: Back to Normal Life
Well, that mission was a success . . . kind of. At least the cops didn't have her on file. Guess she didn't have a criminal record like she thought she might have. That would have been a mess. It was already bad that she was carrying a bloodied man to the police, criminal or not.
Maricruz walked into her small house and sighed in exhaustion. It was just a normal house, nothing big. It wasn't a horrible dirty little shack, if that's what you're thinking. They- she owned the house, so it meant no rent. But none the less, a thirteen-year-old living in a house alone? Probably wasn't the greatest thing. There's the matter of money, food, clothing. That's when pick-pocketing isn't enough, though it brought in a few dollars. Maricruz walked down the hall, the floor making slight creaking with each step. She walked into a large room with a fairly large adult single bed.
She stared at the room from the doorway for a few seconds. She then continued into the room and walked over to a worn-out dresser. She rang her finger along the five drawers, and went back to the fourth. She pulled on of the small handles and opened the drawer, revealing a selection of guns. The fourth and fifth drawers were both like that. There was a small selection of weaponry. A magnum, red9, pistol, a TMP, and one empty space. That was usually where the Rifle would be. Of course, this was a larger-than-normal dresser. She lifted the gun into the empty dresser space. She stared at the weaponry a few more seconds, and lightly ran her fingers over the guns. She stopped at the pistol, and gently pulled it out of its slot. Maricruz sighed as she put the gun back into its space. The first gun her "father" taught her to use at age 10.
They'd shoot a few empty soda cans set up on a log with the guns, that was all they would do together. That night was only Maricruz's second sniper mission. Maricruz got up with a groan from muscle pains. If you ever saw a forty-year-old woman try and get up off the floor with back pains, you could compare Maricruz to that. It happened all the time, the pains. Not because of serious actions, but sometimes it just happens.
Maricruz walked into the living room and sighed as opened the curtains. She sneered slightly as she bright sunlight hit her face. She walked over and sat on the couch with a loud groan. She reached over to pick up the clicker for the large TV. She stretched across the couch and tapped the clicker until it was in her reach, and picked it up. She then lay back on the couch in relief that the action was over, and pressed the power button on the top corner of the remote. The television made a snapping sound before brightening to the news channel. Maricruz stretched her back until she heard small multiple cracking sounds from her back, then tuned into the news. A man with short brown hair, glossed and slicked back with styling gel, emerald green eyes, and an "I'm the big thing of TV" smile appeared on the screen. You know, the total slick stereotype news reporter. "Criminal Mitch Park: shot and arrested last night. Brought to the police by a thirteen year old girl. Yes, you heard me: thirteen years old!" the man said.
Maricruz was slightly un-amused by the way this was put. She shut off the television and walked off to another bedroom. It had a twin bed in the corner of the room, light purple walls, a white desk that turned into a vanity, and a wood dresser with an old small TV on top. She walked over to the dresser and changed into different and more normal clothing. Besides, it was rather uncomfortable walking around in a slick black bodysuit.
She took out a small wallet from her black pants. Maricruz opened t, spilling the money onto the floor. One hundred dollars in tens and a few leftover change lay on the floor. Maricruz sighed. Not enough to live on. At all. "Well, I suppose this means one thing,"
"I have to get a job."
[Hey-hey. Next chapter shall be in . . .*giggle giggle* Lil' Arty's . . . *giggle giggle giggle* Point of view.
*giggle giggle giggle giggle* K, I'll get started on it. Bye-bye! :P