Neko.

Chapter 11: The Show.

"As I had slept." The dream that I had was more odd than any of the other dreams that I had. I had a dream where I saw somewhere in the city two armed men robbing a bank.

I could see them clear as day stealing Diamonds. Shinny necklaces. And even a beautiful cat mask. But just all of a sudden. Bam! I saw something attacking him like a wild animal.

It had tossed him with great strength and had turned its attention to the other guy. After whatever it was that had attacked them. It had taken the bags. And left.

It had run out of the window. Across the rooftops. And then up a wall and into the room that I was in. And out of nowhere. Aunt Saraya had walked into my room.

(Saraya) Okay, Willow. It's time to get up. Now get your butt moving. But I was not in the bed. She did wake up Misty though. What? Willow. She looked up and found me sleeping on top of a shelf.

Willow! Her shouting had freaked me out that I had fallen from the top and I had landed on my feet. While my aunt look at me confused and she wasn't the only one.

What the? Willow, how did you get up there? I don't know I was asleep in the bed and somehow I was up there. Well, get dressed it's time to go. Got it.

I had quickly gotten dressed but as I did I noticed that the rug underneath the bed was a little messed up. It looked like something had come into the room. But I checked the window and it was locked.

Misty? Did you see anything? Misty just look at me. Nevermind. Willow! Yeah, I'm coming. I had grab one of my jackets and left the room not knowing that the mask from my dream was underneath my bed.

We had come down to the lobby where pulling up out front was a dark blue Mustang. Here you are, Ms. Saraya. The bell boy said.

Thank you, Nigel. This is your car? Yes, it is. Well, get in. I did and we went blazing down the street. Meanwhile elsewhere in his big house. Walker was watching the new report.

And that fact that they said that I had a picture of him. It had boiled his blood so much that he had tossed a chair at the screen yelling furiously.

Great. So not only does this little girl have my amulet. But now she also has a photo of me. Hopefully, she got your good side boss. This is no time for jokes.

If that photo is shown to the court. What court sir? The court that I have to attend within three days. And once they see that. They will lock me up for good and I will never see the light of day.

Did anyone find anything on this girl? Nothing. Much only she does have an aunt, who works at the fashion hall. Okay, so she has an aunt. What does that tell us?

We know where she is going. Okay, where is she? Our inside man down at the station is looking into that as we speak. Good. Nothing has changed. We need to find this girl And kill her before she has the chance to show that picture to anyone.

She showed it to that detective. But we are handling that. We sent out our top hitman and his crew to take him out. He's heading for the fashion show. Wait fashion show? Yes, sit.

You said that the girl has an aunt who works at the fashion hall right? Yes. Well then, it looks like we know where she is going. This is good we can take out two birds with one bullet.

Tell him, No witnesses. Yes. Mr. Walker, sir. We had arrived out front of the building where the show would be held at. Once the car had stopped I leap out like I had just gotten off of a rollercoaster.

Shit! Did you have to drive so fast? You could have slowed down. Now where is the fun in that? Come on. Inside there was a large stage with a walkway.

We headed to the back where the models were and there we had let the fashion designer and the man who was funding this little show.

(Man 1) What do you think sir?

(Man 2) I believe that it might be some of your best work yet, Ray. I can agree with that. Ah! There she is. My best designer ever. Kisses. Both Aunt Saraya and Ray had given each other air kisses.

Hello, Saraya. I am glad to see that you could make it. I believe that I am on time. As always. But I see that you are not alone. Who is your friend here?

She's my niece. I didn't know that you have a niece. Well, last night was the first time that we had met in person. Well, it is nice to meet you anyway.

My name is Ray. I am your aunt's best friend. This handsome man right here is. Joseph Cooper. And please don't call me handsome like Ray. Oh, sorry. You know how I feel about tall men in suits.

Okay. I said. Wait a second. Did you say that your last name was Cooper?
Yes, it is. And what might your name be young lady? Willow. Willow Witmore.

Witmore? I thought that you look familiar. You go to school with my daughter. Veronica. Shit. I thought that your last name sounded familiar.

Look, if your daughter told you that we are friends. Don't worry Ms. Witmore I know that my daughter has been bullying you. My driver has been telling me how she behaves around others.

I'm sorry about how she has been treating you. Oh, um. Thank you. You are way nicer than your daughter is. Just then it was time for the show to start.

(Ray) Oh. Show time. Better go and get started. It was nice meeting you Willow oh and I love your outfit. If you ever want a job as a model. Let me know. Me too. Well, guess I better go and have a seat.

Backstage. What? Like you told me, Willow. We can't have you out in the open like this. See you after the show. As I watch my aunt walk away. She was starting to push my buttons more than Veronica did. 

For most of the show, I was watching model after model walking out onto the catwalk. It was the most boring job. While my aunt was enjoying both her and Ray's work she was also trying to pick us some men as well.

Ugh. Can this be any more boring? It was about to get interesting. Because outside a black Van had pulled up at the same time the detective had arrived.

He came in through the front while heavily armed men had come crashing in through the back door. But it did not take them long to crash the party as gunfire had gone off.

Shut up! Everyone on just shut up. No one moves and nobody dies. Ooh. Hey, boss. Check out this fine piece of work.

Oh, yeah I see. Are you that famous designer? Saraya Santana. Well now, it looks like we have hit the jackpot. NCPD! The detective had shouted pointing his gun at them.

Don't move. But the head robber had shot him anyway.