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07|| Written Clarity

Outlast

07|| Written Clarity

Bright sunlight streams inside of the windows, invading my personal space. Raising an arm up in order to shield my eyes from the harmful light I try and sit up from my place in the back seat.

Slowly, but surely, I am able to get up as well as regain some of my senses and memory.

Groaning, at the pounding of my headache I take note of the draft that I was currently feeling only to look down a realize that I'm wearing a bra and panties. They were mixed and matched.

Looking through the car I'm not able to find any article of clothing besides a pair of shorts and a pullover hoodie- I struggle for a while before I am finally successful. The little energy I did have seemed to have drained doing that one activity, but I crawl over the panel separating the front and back passengers anyways.

I repeat the no pain, no gain mantra in my head numerous times.

Once I'm finally situated comfortably, I dig in my glove department and pull out an inexpensive pair of sunglasses to shade my eyes. The sun wasn't doing much for my hangover.

With a turn of my key, and putting pressure on the gas petal, I am soon on my way out of the middle of nowhere. I had no idea where I was, but I picked a random direction and hoped that it was the right one. My method proved to be of very little help as I had to circle back around to make it to the city.

My cell phone was nowhere to be seen and the digital clock in my car was cracked, preventing me from telling the time. It was very hard for me to make a somewhat accurate estimate surrounding the time.

The only thing that I did know that it was morning, thanks to the bright rays of sunlight.

New York City traffic, gave me no indications of the time, the streets were always packed with several cars- some extremely expensive and foreign while others could be compared to scrap metal in the mist of a junkyard.

The second I entered my apartment, with the door unlocked, I was welcomed back to the sound of Hoax's loud barking. Quickly I slam the door shut behind me hoping my neighbors wouldn't overhear. After that I proceeded to grab and dog treat for Hoax and a rather large sized pill for myself.

"Here boy," I call out, feeding the treat to Hoax. He hungry ate away, as I turned to the kitchen searching for a bottle of water.

Once the pill had been taken, I debate on making breakfast, but the only food I had to fill my growling stomach with was eggs, which I didn't like. Letting out a sigh I decide that I would go grocery shopping after my hang over was cured- until then I'd sleep it off and clean myself up once I awoke.

Walking towards my room I pop my back, taking note of the various knots that needed to be loosened throughout my body. Sleeping in my car, sprawled across the backseat, had not been the most comfortable way to gain rest, but when your piss-assed drunk from the copious amount of Vodka I consumed, it was hard to make decisions that I would not regret the next morning.

With a heavy sigh, I decide to stop rebuking myself- it would do absolutely no good in the long run. Yesterday, the very same method of reprimanding myself in a negative environment was the reason that I consumed so much alcohol. It was a vicious cycle, and it was ironic.

I was never one to drink much, and the one time I do decide to get drunk it's because of my younger sister Reign. At the thought of the youngest Cambridge girl, my mind instantly starts to replay our finally moments together, up until I was escorted off of Lucus's property out in the middle of no where.

The state I was currently in, didn't allow for much stabilization to elaborate upon, but I was sure about one thing: Lucus must be dealt with. I'm not sure what the plan was or how I was going to go through with it, all I knew in this moment was that I would- once and for all- take care of Lucus.

With this somewhat morbid thought, depending on the way you took it, was enough for me to crawl into my bed, pulling the sheets over my body, before my eye lids shut on their own accord, and the dream world pulled me under.

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Death. It was the ultimate way to insure that Lucus wouldn't mess with Reign or my family ever again. It was a bit far-fetched to think that I could single handily murder a man as powerful as Gage, but if it came down to it then I would eliminate the target.

Reign, I knew would be devastated, and she might hate me for the rest of her life if she found out that I was the one behind all of this madness.

All-in-all I needed the perfect plan, that way the assassination of Lucus, would be flawless. First I had to make sure that however Lucus will be murdered had 100% efficiency rate. Then it was imperative that Lucus's death couldn't be traced back to me. I was deathly afraid of what Reign's reaction would be if she ever found out, along with The Shadows.

I'm almost positive that the death of Lucus would bring about some ill-faded feelings towards me, which might end in the same fate of Lucus, yet this time in vengeance.

I slowly start to think of possibilities to make my plan work as I clean myself up. This rather long progress included taking a shower, putting on a fresh set of clothing, brushing my liquor stained teeth, and ordering groceries which were delivered to my apartment complex.

Soon enough I was comfortably seated on the couch, my hair wet and tangled into intricate knots, as I ate a microwaveable burrito.

By this time I still have no clue as to how I should navigate my plan. I had no experience in this field, before now and it was making me furious. If push came to shove I would just try using my charm on Lucus long enough for him to submit to my seduction.

Then after I gained all of his sex-driven attention, I whip out a hand gun and take care of business.

Everything about the plan was flawed, they're were too many variables and what if questions.

I don't think that I could take that big of a risk. The only other legitimate plan that crossed my mind has having some one else do the dirty work for me.

Manipulation, is a key factor in this plan. I would have to temp a large group, and then give them something in return to make them my allies.

Once again I'm put at halt, what would someone risking their lives to take down one man want? I don't have money, drugs, expensive items, or even the proper contacts to acquire the list above.

So far my first night of planning has been a bust; there is barely scraps for me to work with. This thought is far from encouraging, but it's all I have.

Instead of straining my brain for more answers, I decide to sleep off my aggravation. Tomorrow I had to work and I didn't want to to be tired.

Upon entering my bedroom, I notice a single sheet of white copy paper on my night stand. Slowly I approach it, curious as to who it was from. The lone sheet as light in between my finger tips.

Carmina,
I love Lucus, and I know what I'm doing. Everything I do, I do it for a reason. Please consider this as we all move forward with life. My decision concerning wedding Lucus has been made. If you change your mind about how you feel towards our relationship, let me know. I would love for you to attend the ceremony on July 14th 2015: save the date.
Sincerely, Reign

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Finally hit the 10,000 words mark although this chapter goes over! So happy that I'm finally getting my thoughts down, even though the 2nd draft will be much better in every aspect: plot, character development, keeping the chapters consistent, theme, description, editing, etc.