Bloodshed

Chapter 23: Failed and Fallen

- Picture of Jameson Collins above:)

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Clara's point of view:

I decided to skip my classes today. You're wrong if you think that it was because of the incident with Ripper a while ago. I've had enough of him anymore, shedding tears was purely pathetic and useless, so to speak. I've spent months and years crying and bearing the excruciating pain he gave me, it was more than enough.

I can do better than to cry. I won't let my emotions ruin everything that was bound to happen according to my plan. I won't let my plans go to waste. I'm skipping classes today because Clarisse called me for the changes in our plans.

Jameson Collins, our 4th target, had plans of escaping today. We received a report that he booked a flight to Canada yesterday. And his fucking flight was due 10am today.

It's 8:30am in my watch. We had plenty of time to organize everything.

Actually, we planned to kill Jameson 11pm tonight, in his own house, in his own room. But I guess we've got to change it.

Jameson Collin's soon-to-be dead body would be lying on the tiled floors of CORONAL INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT at exactly 10am today.

I immediately made my way towards my locker and dropped my things. I proceeded to the comfort room to change.

I wore my black pants, red converse and some black polo on my top. I wore my signature gloves, hat and my big shades that covers almost half of my face. I also applied my red spotlight lipstick.

I grabbed my black bag as soon as I was finished.

Meet me at the airport. Wear your disguise. Don't forget to wear your mask.

These was the text that I send to Clarisse while I'm walking towards the back gate of Royalty High. As quiet as a mouse, I opened it and made my way outside. I came running the moment a guard approaches me.

" Hey!!! Get back here!!! "

I ran towards the first car I've seen and forcely threw a big rock on its glass window, breaking it to pieces. I wasted no chance, I climbed inside of it. And just as before the guards came in, I successfully started the engine and went off. My speed: 140 mph.

I hear shouting, but I just smirked and laughed.

That's right. I can play games better than anyone! Hahahaha!

You're dead, Jameson Collins.

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