Disclaimer: I do not, under any circumstances, own Twilight.

There were three things I was absolutely sure of. One, Zeke was an idiot. Two, Brett was an even bigger idiot, and three, I was an even bigger idiot than them for going along with this.

"Okay. You guys stay out here. I'm going to go talk to J." Brett explained.

"But, I want to go with you." Zeke pouted.

Brett took a drag of his cigarette. Then, as a ring of smoke left his mouth said calmly, "I know you do, but J doesn't know you. Maybe some other time."

I snorted. "Maybe some other time? And what makes you think we'll be coming back?"

"Just stay out here and keep quiet. Can you handle that?"

"Yes." Zeke and I muttered, solemnly.

"Great!" and with that, Brett turned around and sauntered out of the alley way, acting like he owned the place. I was stuck babysitting Zeke.

The wet ground beneath me was agitating. The light drizzle and the sound of cars zooming by gave me a headache. It was five in the morning for god's sake! Who in their right minds would be up this early? I was tired and restless. What was taking Brett so long?

It seemed Zeke was feeling the same as me, because right after the thought he stated. "I'm bored. Where's Brett?"

"I don't know, Zeke."

"We should go find him."

I looked at him quizzically. "Are you crazy?"

"No, just bored." He smiled droopily. There was a pause. "I'm serious though. We should go find him."

"No. He told us to stay here."

"Well, I'm going. Have fun with the rats dear Bella boo." He got up and jogged the way Brett had gone. Not looking back once to see if I was okay.

I groaned. Could this get any worse? "Wait up! I'm coming!"

Zeke looked over at me. "That's what she said."

"You're disgusting."

We didn't speak after that, just kept jogging the way we thought Brett had gone. It wasn't to hard either. I saw a couple rats, staring at us with carnivores, beady eyes. We hoped over a few trash cans in the way, and ducked when we saw people. Like I said, easy. Then, we got to a fork in the road and it wasn't so easy. Or so quiet.

"We should go that way." Zeke yelled.

"Why would we go that way? This way on the other hand is exactly where we should be heading!"

"We need to go this way! It's abandon and we all know drug lords and other criminals hide out in abandoned apartments." Zeke stated like it was a known fact.

"Zeke, that's only in movies. They probably try to stay inconspicuous so they stay in apartments not abandoned. That is this way, where the civilization is!"

"You know what? Why don't you just go your way, and I'll go mine! Whoever finds Brett first owes the other a soda!" Zeke yelled. His face turned as red as a tomato.

"Fine!" I yelled.

"Fine!" He yelled back, echoing me.

We stormed off in different directions. Me towards civilization; Zeke towards abandonment.

Maybe I shouldn't have done that. I looked back, but it was too late. The buildings I had left Zeke at were nowhere in sight; Zeke with it. I sighed. There was no reason to turn back now. Zeke was Zeke; he would be okay.

I was closer to the houses now; walking past a few. There was shouting in one.

"Get back here!" A gruff voice shouted in anger.

"NO!" A familiar voice cried.

"Brett?" I breathed in confusion. There was gun shots heard throughout the street. "BRETT!" I screamed, running toward the gun shots.

I pushed open the door of where I thought the shots had been shot.

"Brett?" No answer.

"Brett?" Still no answer.

"Brett?" I practically screamed.

Someone grabbed me from behind, pushing me into a dark corner. I tried to scream, but a hand slapped over my mouth. I tried hitting, kicking, and just plain struggling.

"Let go of me!" I tried to scream.

A hand wrapped around my waist. No! I couldn't go down like this. The only part of me I could move was my mouth. Hoping I didn't get aids or something I bit down on the hand that held me captive.

"Ah," my captor yelled, but it worked. He let me go. "Damn it."

I fell to the ground with a thud. Then, as quickly as I could without falling back down I jumped up, ready to run.

"God damn it Bella! Knock it off!" Brett cursed.

"Brett?"

"Yes Brett! Are you trying to get yourself killed! I told you and Zeke to stay in place! That reminds me! Where is Zeke?" He yelled.

"Well…..Zeke….I went with him…..got in fight…..don't know-" I was cut off.

"Shh! Quiet!" Brett pulled me back into the shadow.

We stayed like that for what felt like forever. I heard footsteps coming closer. Closer… and closer…and closer. Zeke walked by whistling. Behind me, Brett relaxed.

"There you are."

Zeke looked over at us. Then he screamed. "Mother Bloody Mary!"

"Shut up!" Brett yelled.

"Do not tell me to shut up! You just scared the living hell out of me and you want to shut up! That just doesn't work man! Do not tell me to-"

"There you are Brett." I gruff voice cut in.

Zeke looked over at the little midget of a man. He had a cane and an eye patch. In the hand that wasn't holding the cane was a little hand gun. "Who are you?"

"You know who I am Brett stop playing. Now give me the documents or give me the money." He said sternly.

"I'm not Brett; the names Zeke. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I said not to play games with me!" Midget man was screaming now.

"He's telling the truth!" Brett cut in, stepping out of the shadow and letting me go.

"There're two of you?"

"No there are three." I sighed.

"Well, that just means there're three bodies to get rid of." Midget man sighed. Holy crow!

"You are one freaky midget." Zeke said slowly.

In response the midget cocked his gun, "The names J."

Four things happened all at once, then. J fired the gun at Zeke.

"No," Brett screamed, lunging at the gun and throwing the bullet of course. It whizzed by my shoulder, hitting a wall behind me. I screamed out; along with Zeke. You could hardly tell who was screaming. Zeke's voice was so high pitched.

"Run!" Brett yelled, over our shouts.

He grabbed my arm, haling me up from my protective crouch. Then, he grabbed Zeke by the ear. That was the only way to grab him since he was having a panic attack. "Come on!" He screamed.

We took off down the hall and out the door. Gun shots and shouts were heard from behind us, but we kept running. We didn't stop. Not until there was no more sounds except for are foots steps on the pavement and only the sight of abandoned warehouses.

"I thought you were going this way?" I panted at Zeke.

"I changed my mind." Zeke breathed out.

"Of course."

"Here," Brett threw a packet at the two of us.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Your new identities," Brett smiled.

"How'd he get them done so fast?" Zeke questioned.

"I called ahead."

"Of course," I sat up from my spot.

I opened the little yellow packet. It was a complicating document. That was all I could tell you. But, there was one thing that stood out for me.

Goodbye Bella Swan and hello Liberty Bell Johnson.

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