Accused

Chapter Seven

Okay so this is all completely new now, the others were more serious editing but from here on it's going to be all new content. 

I wanted to dedicate this to SamlovescookiesVarro because I probably wouldn't have written this if they hadn't been so nice about this story so thank you so much, I hope you enjoy it :)

-7-

-20 months ago-

“Hana are you awake?” Sarah shouted from the living room. It had been another days since we went to the storage locker; Sarah felt like she needed a little bit more time before she brought up more memories of Jack much to my annoyance. I thought we should be getting through the locations as quickly as we could.

I was perched on the bed in the spare bedroom, flicking through the file of Eagle members that Sarah had given me the other day.

“Yeah I’m up.” I called back. Actually I had been up for most of the night. Trying to sleep had been a useless as all I could see when I closed my eyes were images of Eric and Carly being murdered in their beds. Then I pictured Jeremy, so young and so innocent, way too innocent to be caught up in everything.

All of this just added up to reliving Jack’s murder is when I completely gave up on sleeping. There was no way I was going to get to sleep with thoughts like that racing through my head.

“What are you doing?” Sarah said, walking through the door, leaning on the door frame. She looked better today, the bags under her eyes were less pronounced and her skin had a little more colour in them.

“Just reading through what you gave me.” I smiled, holding up the folder.

“Ah good, shall I test you?” She asked, coming over and picking up the folder.

“Who is this?” Holding a photo out to me I took in the man in front of me

“Easy that’s Monty, last name unknown. He is a field agent for The Eagles; his speciality is hand to hand combat. He’s been a member for five years now and was Jack’s good friend.” I said, the facts rolling off my tongue.

He was pretty damn good at torturing as well.

“Well done.” Sarah commented and picked out the next one.

“That is… Baxter Walker. He is one of the oldest members of The Eagles, because of this we presume he knows a lot of The Eagles plans. He is known for his killer aim from a distant, getting his nickname The Sniper.”

He was scary looking that was for sure; the kind of person if you saw walking towards you on the street you would cross to the other side of the road. He had a shaggy black hair that looked greasy in the picture. His mouth was incredibly thin and there was a scar in his eyebrow. His eyes were a stormy grey which seemed to hold incredible anger. Just looking at them made me squirm slightly.

“Correct, the thing is with Baxter is that he will always see you before you see him. And he can shoot someone from so far away, the chances are is that you won’t get to see him before it’s too late.” Sarah said, putting the picture back in the pile.

“That’s nice to know…” I muttered, fidgeting anxiously. I didn’t like looking through pictures of people that wanted to kill me and learning just how they could do it.

“Okay next one.” Sarah said, holding up one of the photos.

I frowned not recognising who it was. He was young, probably only a few years older than me and looked the most normal out of all the pictures I’d seen.