Smacking the alarm clock, I get up, wishing I didn't have to work today. But that old fool had payed me good money for this job. With a big sight I get out of bed, to find out my red curls have literally exploded. I decide I'll have to rock a messy bun for today, knowing that trying to tame it would be absolutely hopeless. As I stare in the mirror, I see giant eyebags under my bright green eyes. "I am a total mess" I mutter to myself. Okay, enough with the procrastination and time to let the magic happen. Quite literally.
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"Phasmatos tribum nax et veras, sequita sanguines, ementas asten mihan ega petous" I speak. The locater spell worked better than expected and the map burned all but the place I needed to go, to pick up some old and powerful grimoire. A rich old warlock had paid an awful lot of money for it, and the whole deal only had one bad point. I didn't have the grimoire. But that was a problem I could easily solve with some breaking and entering. I hope. Walking away from my desk, a lock of hair falls in front of my eyes. So far for the bun. Putting it behind my ear, I do some further preparations.
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Standing outside the building, I notice it's not going to be as easy as I thought. The front door was completely locked up with some wooden boards, the same goes for the windows. And there was a huge fence placed all around the dump, probably to keep out the teenagers with their graffiti. All of that wasn't really a problem, I wouldn't be much of a witch if I couldn't even get past a fence- and I would totally suck at my job, getting dark objects or spell books like this grimoire. The real problem was the car, parked outside. That probably means police or something, not something I could use with breaking into anabandoned old house. Let's see if there's a back entrance, and for crying out loud don't let it be a sewer.
***
"Why can't things go smoothly for ONCE in my life."
I think to myself. I guess I used up all my luck for today with finding a rotten back door and a giant hole in the fence. I got in without ruining my black jeans, but I forgot my flashlight and my construction map of this place so now I'm stumbling around in the dark. Turning around a corner, I suddenly hear two deep, male voices.
"Oh crap" my mind automatically goes and I turn around and sneak away, into a huge, extremely dark room. Walking deeper into the room, I notice the safe I was looking for. I recognize it by the rune like inscriptions on it. Opening it with the hexbag I prepared earlier, I take the grimoire. Listening to see if I can hear any of the voices I heared earlier, I walk out of the room. And I literally bump into a tall guy, who's holdinga flashlight. And a gun.
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Sorry for any errors, but English isn't my first language so forgive me for them :3
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