CHAPTER 3

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Chapter 3:

Celeste P.O.V.

No no no.Not Volt..not volt..anyone but bloody Volt..I paced around after the thugs left me in the guest room,awaiting my impending doom..How could he be here..This was such a lousy plan..Now what.Focus Celeste...focus...

I called Finn through my burner phone..

"Finn ...I'm in trouble..Remember that guy with Marco..That's Volt...and he asked Marco to hand me over as a special favour "

"Did you just say Volt...S***...this is bad...we need to get you out of there"

"No forget it...I can escape...I have a plan"

"Celeste this is no child's play....I'm coming up.."

"No Finn...that would make it worse,take the boys back to the station...Trust me...I will be out in an hour"

"Celeste.."

"Go"I switched off the phone..

Yeah who am I kidding..one hour...I would be dead by that time.Let me give you a back story on Mr. Volt so that you understand the gravity of this situation.

Once upon a time,that is 3 years ago Mr. Phil Deacon,brother of mafia man Mr Duncun wanted to run for mayor in our small little town.He did everything right-bribed people for votes,hung out with business men,threatened others for support..yeah everything right except one little thing.You see his brother and Mr Phil didn't have a good relationship.Lets say huge gang wars etc....So when Mr. Duncun heard that is brother was running for mayor..he knew it would be bad for business.So he made a plan to get rid of his brother.

Mr.Phil was well protected with police and many of his own special trained men.So to kill Phil he needed someone really good.So he called Volt.

Under the nose of 70 men ,Mr Phil fell into eternal sleep.No one could point it back to Mr. Duncun ,though everyone knew it.

Mr. Duncun was a happy man...too happy.He helped the police find Volt,because he wanted to get rid of all the strings.

First there went a group of 2 officers..then 10 ...then 20...none came back and no bodies were found

Days later Mr Duncun's body was found infront of the station...atleast with 100 countable cuts...No one saw anything.

Volt was never found or heard of again.We were told stories about him in training.Every man fears him friend or foe.

And right now I was petrified. The door opened ,my feet were frozen to the floor.He appeared with a smile and greeted me.But I couldn't look past the silver blade in his hand....

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