A single bullet // M.C ✔️

04

Your article isn't a lie anymore. Shame your dad had to be the one to finally meet C
M

It was taunting me perched on my desk on top of every other piece of work I had to do. I'm just a mouse in this cat-and-mouse game they are now playing with me. A game I didn't want to play. No one knew about the note. I hadn't dared to tell Morgan or even Kensie, not letting another person know about the dangers I knew. I'm being targeted. To make matters worse, I have to make another article on the killing that happened. The killing of my own father.

Was I allowed to not do it? Nope, my boss hates me.

The cursor stared at me just flashing, giving me insane déjà vu, making me overthink every single thing I was about to type.

New murder on the block no that's too cringy. Backspace. Four bodies found not tipping, no, that's too weird. God, why is it so hard to come up with something?

"Anything?" Kensie popped her head into my room, making me shake my head and slam my hand down onto the note to hide it.

"Nope, same stuff that happened with the first article. An actual brain fart." And the added fact that I now have to be extra careful as I cause kills now.

"I don't get why you need to report on this one too. They literally just got an article from you." Kensie muttered, making her hatred for my boss very clear. "What are you hiding?" Her eyes floated their view to where my hand was still tightly against my pile of work, making me gulp slightly and looking up at her.

"Nothing-,"

"Bullshit," she cheered, dragging the T out further than it was meant to be. "I've known you for what, seven years now? I know when you're lying and hiding stuff from me." She stepped into my room and grabbed my hand, lifting it up before dropping it quickly again, making a bang fill the now-quiet room. "Tell me that's not what I think it is."

"I don't know what you think it is..."

"A note from the fucking gang is what I think it is, Nicky. And it better not be."

"Then I won't say anything..."

"Are you fucking for real?! They left you a note. How are you not freaking out over this?" She rambled.

"There's nothing to freak out about, Kensie." I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"There's plenty to freak out about!" She rebutted. "Morgan never mentioned this... oh my god-,"

"It was added after we all left the scene." I finished for her. After thinking about it the whole way home and then some, it was the only logical explanation I had for the fact that fifteen police officers and I didn't spot it the first time. Literally trained to see things like this.

"Oh my-,"

"I know," I cut her off again. "It's the only way none of us noticed it when we first arrived there. It was basically out in the open. I saw it straight away."

"Oh my-,"

"If you say it one more time, I'll slap you." Once again, I cut her off, turning to fully face her. "They knew I was coming back to do extra research or some shit. It was put there for me specifically to see. I don't know how they knew, though," I trailed off, feeling generally scared.

"You can't do this, Nic," Kensie softly spoke, shaking her head. "Who knows what will happen?"

"Another murder on my hands. More bloodshed because of me. That's what will happen. If I lie in this article, they will make it true, but there's no truth that hasn't been already written about. And originality is what's wanted from me."

"Maybe write that they've gone into hiding..."

"And maybe they will." I spun around. "Time to make up some more bullshit, I suppose."

New murder outside restaurant
Four members of the public found dead at the scene in an alley of Bruno's restaurant down in the hustle of New York.

A few feet away from one of the victims was a handwritten note that stated this will be the last killing spree for a while, while the gang recoups away from the public eye after L got hurt in the crossfire.

No one knows if this is the truth or some lie from a member of the public trying to stir something up and giving some fake sense of hope to the public around.

Only time will tell if murders stop or continue.

N.S.

"Ok done." I sighed, sending my boss the article quickly. "He'll probably hate the fuck outta it as it'll mean nothing to report on."

Kensie nodded as I shut my laptop down and closed my eyes, rubbing my temples.

"I've never been this stressed over a job before. It's unreal."

"It's the biggest gang in New York, Nicky. Of course, it's stressful. Hopefully, they disappear for a while, though."

I fully doubt they will.

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