*Chapter Four – Juliet*
Stepping out into the warm sunlight, the young woman sighed and pulled her hair back. She rolled her eyes and looked around for anyone that she knew on the street, Robin or possibly Amon. She felt awfully alone. She fully didn't understand her destiny with the job she'd taken nor with herself.
"God. Why am I here?" She asked herself as she straightened her black tank top and made her way towards the local café. The thoughts ran through her mind still as she ordered her usual latté and grabbed a table on the back wall, facing the outside window. Her thoughts slipped towards the beginning of the day, when she thought about how Michael acted earlier in the day. She shook her head and pushed it off, sighing again.
I can't show my real side. She thought sadly as she stirred her drink. Her dark eyes scanned the area around her before she turned to look at the barista. The woman smiled and waved at her gently. Juliet smiled back sadly and then stood up, taking the last sip of her drink. She didn't know where she would go from there. But she knew that what her decision would change the world around here. There were lots of "witches" out there that her group needed her help to catch. With her powers, she was able to help them double what they were capturing in the previous month…
"God. I need to stop thinking of myself like a machine!" She cried out gently in the cold air, shivering gently. She sighed and made her way back to the office, deciding to give this another try. Her mind reeled as she walked through the building, her ears straining against the silence that met her.
"Anyone here??" She called out, cocking her head to the side to see if she heard any noise. Nothing but dreaded silence met her. Crying out, she dashed into the main office, her eyes taking in the gruesome sight. There was blood…and lots of it.
Don't freak out. Just make sure Michael's alright!! She thought to herself as she dashed towards the computer area, only to find it empty. She breathed out a silent prayer that he was safe. A groan caught her attention and she knelt on the floor.
"Is…That you, Juls?" The voice groaned and her heart leapt into her throat as she gathered the body into her arms. The man groaned and gripped her shirt, attempting not to get blood on the white. She demanded in a strained voice who had done this and where the others were. Michael held onto her tightly and coughed, burying his head into her chest. He told her that he didn't know.
"Juliet…I don't know what happened. I just wanted you to be safe. They came looking for you." He murmured as he held onto her. She sucked in a breath that caught in her throat. She didn't know who was after her but if they were brave enough to hurt someone she loved, then they were ready for a battle. She whimpered then let out a sob, clutching the man's body to her chest. She had to find Robin. There was no hope for the others. She just didn't know where to go.
"I can find them. I will find them!"
