The King's of New York

The Dangers of the Dark

Devil underneath your grin, sweet thing bet you play to win

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Hermione

EVERY since last night I have been trying convince myself from not having a full blown nervous breakdown. But every time my mind traces back to that night, the battle between my mind and consciousness drains me.

I decided to take the day off, reposting to Dr. Webb that I was exhausted. Which wasn't far from the truth. Usually I would beg Dr. Webb to not send me home, but with last night and the emotions running through me, I am deterring.

After the men had left I immediately clean up the bloody mess and scrubbed the tools for an hour straight. I avoided Xena all night and made myself busy with random work. I filed Dr. Webb's post patient files; all 193 files.

My guilt and nerves are causing me to gain a rash on my wrist, from my scratching and nervous rubbing. I know the south end of the hospital's cameras were down because of the construction. But it didn't change the fact that I am an accessory to a crime.

What if I do get caught? I can't tell anyone what happened. The blonde man made it clear that he could hurt me and my mom at any time.

The entire day consisted of me trying to calm myself down and get some study long done. With time nearing seven I decided to get off my couch.

My apartment was a studio apartment in Brooklyn, but I was still paying an arm and leg for rent. The coziness of the place and my independent mindset made rent worth it. Plus the large bay window displeased a view of Manhattan's horizon and the Brooklyn Bridge.

Sliding on my boots and jacket, I grab my wristlet and head out my apartment. As I walk down the narrow, old, cemented, dirty staircase, I noted an old man with a long gray beard sleeping on the steps.

Once I push the doors open of the building, the New York breeze and sound of car horns greeted my senses.

But in seconds the breeze around me stops, and a dark shadow overtakes me. I step back fixing my gaze on a brown hair man with light  subtle highlights staring down at me. He sported a well tailored suit and black sunglasses and I don't miss the fresh trimmed beard.

Something about him looked familiar...

"Can I help you?" I ask suddenly realizing I just shamelessly checked him out.

I feel my face heat up when he displays clear signs that he enjoyed every bit of it.

"You don't remember me bella (beautiful)?" The man asks and I cock my head to the side confused.

Who is Bella?

He removes his glasses smirking, and once his eyes meet mine, the back of my neck hairs stand up. I instantly back away from him, but he grabs my wrist gently. My eyes widen and my gaze snaps at his hand.

"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. I just want to take you to meet someone." He explains.

He must not have his brain.

"I am not going anywhere with you! I told your blonde friend that I won't tell anyone, so please just leave me alone! I promise I won't tell a soul!" I pleaded my voice gaining a few bystander's gazes.

"Maybe that wasn't the best approach. My boss wants to meet you. He wants to say thank you personally for attending to his wound last night." He says in all seriousness.

My eyes fall on the black Audi SUV behind him as I weigh the outcome if I just bolt down the street. Surely he won't shoot me in front of all these people walking past us.