Moonlight travels over pale hands fiddling with a wispy blue ring. The figure was dressed in midnight black with matching shoes Cold, grey eyes looked out over New York city. Gleaming lights shine from windows of all shapes and sizes. The empire state building stands in the middle proud and tall.
There was a sudden knock at the door.
"Come in."
The door opened and a girl wearing a ragged top and trousers stepped forward through the wooden door. Shaking, she bowed nervously. When she spoke her voice quivered,
"Master."
"Is it..." the figure snapped sharply.
"Yes, it is done."
"Good."
"What will you do?"
"Don't trouble me any further, servant. You know enough as it is."
"Of course, of course."
"Good, I dismiss you."
As she left, she muttered quietly and quickly under her breath.
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Abigail Wind - Aim and Fire
MaceraAbigail Wind is just an ordinary girl. Or so she thought. When her mother dies, the police put it down to suicide. But Abigail and her best friend, Josh know differently. They know it was murder. The next day after school there's a man in sunglasses...
