Threads of Compassion

Part 2

A/N: Coming back from the cliffhanger of last time ;) 

That was when she saw him, the murderer. He was also wearing a dark hoodie and black unassuming pants to maintain a low profile. The person was holding on to a dark brown leather messenger bag that was probably full of his shit that he sold and consumed. His left hand was on the messenger bag, covering it protectively. His other hand was in the pocket of his pants so casually she wondered how he still had a peace of mind after everything he had done.

Emily saw him approach her slowly from her peripheral view, taking his sweet sweet time. She had decided that if he had to convince her in a harsh way to come to this meeting beforehand—then she would make him go through some efforts to make her do what he wanted.

He walked in front of her and studied her casual sitting on the boulder, "Little flower is looking confident today."

She was grossed out by the way she could practically hear the smirk in his tone since she couldn't see his face. "To the point, Murderer."
He chuckled, amused by her demanding tone and confident stance, "It's funny how you think you're in charge here."

"Am I not? I'm the one you need." Emily said pointedly as she held her chin high while still hiding her face with the hoodie.

"Is that what you think? Because I'm pretty sure you're the one who needs to obey so your family can live, Little Flower. So you better not get too over-confident. Or your family won't live to the next day. And you know we keep our word." He retorted.

Emily gritted her teeth and clenched her good fist since the other one was still wounded inside her pocket. "Fine."
"Good. Now...we both know what I called you for." He said and tossed the messenger bag at her feet, on top of the boulder. "So I'll just give details. Inside that bag are packs of drugs, all I need you to do is sell them at your school. You're pretty and young and I know you're sneaky just like your brother was so I know you'll sell them well. You have 2 weeks—at most—to sell what's in that bag. You get caught, you're dead. You better sell them all by the deadline. And don't worry, Little Flower, you'll get paid just because I like you."

Emily was disgusted by the fact she would be getting paid. Although some money would be a great bonus she would never want to touch money that she would get by doing something illegal, selling drugs—and to underaged kids at SCHOOL!

"Okay, and how much am I supposed to sell them for?" Emily asks as she grabs the bag with her good hand and pulls it onto her lap.

"Well, Little Flower, getting this amazing and magical substance," he drew an arch in the air with both hands as he said that, " IS pretty hard so...sell them at a high price." He laughed at his own pun like it was the funniest thing he's ever said.

Emily rolled her eyes, she was not impressed at all. After some seconds, once he noticed she wasn't laughing at what he thought was a great and funny pun he scoffed.

"Quit being so uptight, Little Flower, that was a great pun." He said as he mussed his hair under the hoodie—which was of no absolute use, whatsoever.

"It was not. But whatever. I will give them at a reasonably high price." Emily said in a monotone.

"Good, don't worry, I know you'll sell them well. You know, with that pretty face and body of yours even if you're so young." He started to step a bit closer to Emily and she moved back in time.

"Stay at a safe distance away from me, if you will." Emily requested coldly.

"Calm down, Little Flower, I won't hurt...unless you deserve it." He pulled down his hoodie to show his face and threw a wink at her.