Chapter 9:

*Before I start the next chapter, I have two things to say!

1. Fox. What the heck Fox? You can't just go around and cancel our show like that! When I saw that it had been canceled, I was furious, and thus decided to make this fic as BEST as I possibly can.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anyone but Vivian! (If I did Alcatraz would still be on.)

Vivian had ducked behind the corner of a building as fast as she could after being chased by that blonde cop. Vivian hated running. Especially in shoes as ridiculous as black suede kitten heels. She had ran from people far to often to enjoy it. However, she loved it when people ran from her. It made her feel empowered. She stood in the dark alley, pressed up against the wall until she neither heard nor saw her presence pass. She looked up. This was also the alley she was supposed to meet the phone voice for her commission. She usually didn't do the whole pay later ordeal, but this time she made an exception. Vivian had wanted to use a knife on someone for a while now, and she jumped at the first chance to get to do so. Unfortunately, it involved the current back alley deals to get the $60,000 cash she was owed.

"Glad you could make it." A voice cut out of the dark.

"Well, you didn't think I wouldn't come to collect my pay, did you?" She responded.

"No. Of course not. I'm not stupid."

"Neither am I." She said, crossing her arms. "Hand it over."

"Hand what over?"

"Don't play dumb with me. You know exactly what I am here for. Now hand it over so I can leave."

The voice chuckled, and then stuck a manila envelope into the light. She took it and opened it, rifling through the bills, counting them. The sound of a boot turning on the hard ground came from the direction of the voice.

"Wait." She said. The sounds stopped.

"What is it princess? I don't have time to wait."

Vivian rolled her eyes.

"This is only fifty seven grand. We agreed on sixty."

"Well negotiations change sweetheart. You should know that."

"No. I did the job, and I did it well. You give me sixty thousand dollars or else."

"Or else what?" The voice sneered.

"I'll kill you and take the thousand from you."

"You wouldn't-" The voice was cut off. Vivian had pulled a knife from her belt and flung it, hitting him square in the chest. She walked over, bent down, grabbed the knife, and twisted it. He screamed in agony as she twisted it twice more. Then he was silent. She was about to wipe the blood on her dress front, and then second guessed her self. Instead she wiped the blood on his jacket, and reached in his pockets, searching. In the inside left pocket of his jacket was another envelope. She opened it. One thousand dollars. Perfect. She stuck both envelopes in her bag and walked out of the alley and onto the main sidewalk; her green lace dress swishing and her heels clacking as she hummed to herself.

"I wonder if Ernest came back?" She asked herself as she strolled down the street. She considered it a possiblity, as nothing was impossible. She just wished she could see him again.