Viarrah was just leaving the building when she heard something move behind her. She spun around quickly, ready to defend from whoever or whatever it was. She stayed silent for a moment and then relaxed. A figure in dark jeans, a black hoodie with the hood raised and a black mask covering their mouth stood, leaning against the wall. Viarrah sighed.
"What do you want?" She asked the figure. The figure stayed silent.
"Look I don't have time for this right now, so tell me whatever it is you need to or piss off."
"The king grows unsatisfied. He believes that you are becoming too attached to the target." spoke the figure. The voice neither masculine nor feminine, stern with a kind of softness to it.
"He asked me to do the job because he knew I could do it. If he has a problem with HOW I'm doing it then he can come up here himself and talk to me." Viarrah replied. There was silence for a moment.
"Fine," said the figure, "but hurry up."
"Yeah yeah, whatever." Viarrah stood and watched as the figure disappeared into the shadows of a nearby alleyway.
"Bitch..." she whispered to herself... but something wasn't right. She put a hand to her face and felt it, a tear run down her cheek.
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Whisper in the Dark
FanfictionIn an alternate timeline where Never's best friend Mimi is murdered, a darkness threatens to consume her. will her friends be able to save her in time Or will Never be consumed by the darkness and bring about the end of the world? This is a splatoon...
