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The Place of New Beginnings

May climbed back into her torn apart room. The mafia did pay a good amount, correct? She wanted to get into a good college, after all. She was perfectly capable of receiving multiple scholarships, but she couldn't get a scholarship to Niagara University, as it was in a different country.

She knew what had to be done.

She began to throw her minimal amounts of clothes and books into her school bookbag. She knew she couldn't leave through the front door without getting caught, so she decided to go out the window.

May proceeded to loosen the boards on her window for the second time that day. She listened closely for footsteps that started to near. She loosened the particle board until she could finally feel the sting of the unforgiving winter air against her pale, freckled skin once again. She threw the boards down into the road below, causing a car to swerve and nearly crash.

She didn't think this far. How would she get down from the first story roof? May knew about a tree she could climb and slide down. She knew the risks of splinters, but she would take care of that later.

She proceeded to put her plan into action.

A few blocks down, she started to feel as if she was becoming one of the snowflakes in the air from how raw and fridged she felt. She sat down in the middle of the stone sidewalk and began to dig through her bookbag to try to find a flannel or even better, a jacket. She dug and dug, but it was so jam-packed that she could barely move the things in it around.

"Hello," May heard just above her.

She looked up to see that it was a man notoriously known around the small town for being the last person teen girls were saw with before they mysteriously disappeared.

"You look cold, why don't you come home with me? It's nice and warm there," he added.

The offer of warmth was very tempting to May, but she knew better than to go off with the strange man. She was cold, not stupid.

"Oh, no thank you, sir. I'll be going now," May quickly replied. Almost too quickly. She stood up, prepared to run at any given moment.

The man grabbed her arm with such aggression that reminded her of her father. May certainly thought that this was the end of her road. A dead end, the dead part being very literal in this context.

But, before she could think of the irony of the term "dead end" for much longer, she heard a gunshot and the man was suddenly dead on the ground. Blood was flooding into the cracks of the once stone-gray sidewalk. Blood stained the knees of her faded jeans from where he drug her down with her. But it suddenly occurred to May that she might be shot too. She was prepared for her death to come any second from now. She was saying goodbye to everything she held dear to her in her head. Until she heard a rough, deep voice speak to her.

"No worries. I won't hurt you," the voice told her.

May stood up and whirled around to she who her savior was.

A teenage boy with gray eyes, dark, black hair, and of Asian decent looked back at her.

"I actually came to recruit you.", he added.

May could her her heart pounding against her chest, threatening to rip right through it, staining her shirt with blood so that it would match her jeans.

"For what, exactly?", she asked, shaking the brutal thought out of her head.

"The mafia, of course. You're smart. We have someone who's disguised as a student in each school of the district. We need some brains in the mafia, too. And you seem to fit that role, brainiac.", he explained with his voice reflecting his precision.

May raised a golden-brown eyebrow. "I don't believe you."

"Well, you don't have to, you just have to trust me."

"What's your name anyways, mystery boy?"

"Darius Hak, Miss Volkov."

May stood up and took a peek at her clothes that were stained with the warm, crimson blood of the strange man. She felt a shiver race from the top of the spine to the bottom, and it wasn't from the cold.

"Right this way," the boy named Darius told May as he began to walk down the sidewalk, sure-footed.

May didn't trust him. She wasn't even sure that Darius Hak was his true identity. But, she knew she could take him on if she had to. The only thing he had on her was height, and being short in a fight could an advantage.

"In here."

May felt herself be shoved forcefully into the door of a cement building, which would be her Place of New Beginnings.

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Hello loves! Requests are still open! Scenes with the mafia will not be accurate. I know not much about it, and will try to educate myself a bit more, but it will just be my interpretation of it. I hope to see you in the next chapter! Happy reading~!

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