Spying on the Enemy: The Grace Chronicle Prequel Book 1

by wannabe-an-author1864

Everyone has a secret. Some are just more dramatic than others. (This story is by my friend Jameson Adams, we have been working on it together and we wanted to post it)

6. Chapter 6

Moriarty's POV

The sound of something above made me stop my yelling and look up. I saw BOTH of my trapdoors open. I laughed, and grabbed my remote.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are." I heard running. I locked my door by a press of my button. Whoever it was, well, they were stuck. I could hear them try to open the door, then more footsteps. Right above me. I opened two more trap doors on order. I saw a figure in black flash over me. I shot bullets in all four, just in case the idiot was about to fly over any more. The person screamed. Excuse me—the idiot girl screamed.

"Damn girl!" I yelled. "I'm going to kill you!" Luckily, my walls are sound proofed. If not, well, I would have been in jail a long time ago. I looked at my person. "You will shut up. You will be insanely quiet while I go find my next victim, or I will shoot you." I started to walk away. "Not like you have any choice." Walking up the stairs, I loaded my gun—loudly, so the idiot girl could hear it—and shot three more bullets through the trap doors. I wasn't going to ruin my hardwood if her damn heels haven't ruined it already. The girl knew to keep her mouth shut. "Where ARE you!?" I yelled.

I heard footsteps to my left, behind me. I had the advantage: I knew the house. She didn't.

But then, I thought, if she knows my pass code, then she could have looked into my house. Then I realized it was all so stupid. I thought of putting the three pointless words at the beginning of the riddle so she would know the pass code.

If she knew any better, she would have not even come in. If she knew any better, she would know I could activate more trap doors and she could fall to her most likely death on the hard concrete floors 20 feet below. She'd at least break a bone, and I'd like to hear that scream.

OR, I thought, I could go with plan B. I could wait. And wait. And wait. Try to find her, leading her on to thing she could escape—maybe watch her even try to think she's safe. Let her crack underneath her fear. Let her drown in her fear. Let her be scared for her life.

I think I'll go with plan B, I thought.

I figured I'd put together my two favorite things: Death, and Fear.

And I really do love fear.

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