Delightful Deceit

Chapter One -Participating in an illegal drug trade

Disclaimer:

English is not my first language (my mother tongue is Sindarin if you curious).
I own none of the characters. Or the pictures except for the main cover (I drew it myself (sad face).

The first thing I saw were brown eyes. Russet like red sands from ancient lands, had swept over a sun kissed ground. I remember they were beautiful. At the time I had nothing to compare them to, yet I still knew they were beyond contrast.
Under the sweet caramel haze a harrowed vessel stared though an empty soul. They held no hope.

A hopeless soul was the first being I met.

When its hands gently pulled me from the roots where I was born. I knew it was the first person I touched. And when it guided me from my home it was the first thing I knew.

Still I was only just born.

I had only just awoken.

Seven years later

The alleyway gave off a strong sense of enmity. Submerged in shadows it lay empty and cold. Anything could be hidden in its depths.

In the late night, under a blinking light a young woman entered the alley. She nervously hugged her body, scooching further in between the two buildings.

"No need to be so nervous y/n," a voice cooed in her ear. The woman continued into the alley. The voice carried on. "I have my eyes on you."

The woman discreetly glanced toward a small crack in the wall. Hidden tremendously well, she knew a camera was placed. After all, she had helped set it up earlier that day.

She readjusted the earpiece and rolled her shoulders, trying to relax. The voice went on with its chatters.

Cars and bicycles rushed by. Even in the night the city was wide awake.

Minutes seeped away. Y/n was no longer nervous, only cold. Ever so often people would walk by the alleyway.

Her thoughts were gone as soon as a weird set of noises reached her ear.

"Munch gdjf.'' The sound was disgusting. She fought the urge to rip out the earpiece. "Much munch, this crab is amazing, munch munch." Thankfully it stopped.

After several more minutes of silence, and standing shivering with chattering teeth. A high pitched voice began to sing in her ear.

"Seasons don't fear the reaper, blah blah, mumble don't know the words."

The woman smiled gently and peaked toward the camera again. She didn't feel so cold anymore.

"We'll be able to fly." It continued before going into some obnoxiously high notes "don't fear the reaper."

The voice then goes deep to sing, "Baby, I'm your man~."

She sings along in her head smiling at the goofy voices.

"La, la, la, la, la, alright this guy is half an hour late." The voice explains. "Hold on one sec, I'll be back."

She worriedly waits.

Without the distraction the alleyway seemed colder. She could have sworn she could see shadows creep toward her. She had an odd feeling she wasn't alone anymore.

A murder of crows caw on the roof tops above her.

Not yet.

Every second went by she nervously tapped her foot against the ground waiting for her informant to come back.