Little black hunting hood

Chapter one:let me finish the damn cake!

***Jaquelin on the side (in fancy clothes cuz chapter reasons)***

"Stir the mixture then put in the over at 200° ,Jesus that's hot, for 40 minutes. Shit the chocolate!" I hastily put down the bowl with the cake mix and stirred the pot with melted chocolate mercilessly. When I was happy with the hot deliciousness I turned back to the cake mix.

"Once again. Stir then oven, 300°. No, no, no 200°. OK I got this!" I mixed the to be cake gently and then poured it into a round cake mould before slipping it into the already hot oven.

I stepped back to try to see what I needed to do. "Present!" I ran into my room. We technically not mine but mine and my sisters. I opened our yet again shared closet and pulled out the dress that I had bought her. It took a few extra hours in the bakery to get it but it was worth it. I knew she would love it and I couldn't wait to see her reaction when she sees it.

I folded the green dress and carefully placed it in a blue present bag that had come with it. After placing the package on the couch I made my way to the kitchen but was interrupted half way by a doorbell.

"Coming!" I answered and started picking at the locks. It's probably Frankie's friends. Maybe they came to say 'happy birthday'! My thoughts were interrupted when a sack covered my head. I screamed and slamed my elbow into the closest of the attackers, yet their grip remained firm on my torso. I could tell that there where two holding me but there might be another one commanding.

I struggled but was able to free my hand for long enough to slam it somewhere around the 1st mans lose. I knew I hit somewhere when he yelped and let go to grab his face. The other one started shouting at him to grab me again. I lifted my right leg and landed a beautiful kick on the 2nd one's crotch. I twisted back just in time to kick attacker #1 in the knee.

Happy that I was safe for now I ripped off the sack, hurting myself in the process. Guy #1 was on the ground clutching his knee which guy #2 was clutching his crotch. And then there was dude #3 who was just staring at me. He crouched down into fighting position and was just about to run at me when I casually lifted my hand.

Sighing a little I said " You're the black reapers yes? Named after the monsters from the arena right?" He nodded. "And so I'm probably not getting out of this one right?" Nod
"Then how about this; you let me finish the damn cake I was making for my sister and then I'll go with you without trying to run away. How's that sound?"

He stood back up straitening his back to full height. Raising his hand to his black mask he was wearing.
"It's either that or you let me finish the damn cake and the I'll try to run. Either way I'm still finishing it cuz we don't have enough money to waste on burned cake" I added. He nodded and told something to his underlings in what sounded like gibberish to me.

I walked back inside and into the tiny kitchen. "Something to drink gentlemen?" I asked as the three walked into the room sized apartment. The 'boss' one spoke a bit of gibberish to the other two and then translated their answers.

"Three waters please" he said in a low voice. I began mixing the slightly burned chocolate. "Can they not speak themselves? It very rude to speak in a language I don't understand in my own house if they know English." I said acting like a mother again.

"Uhm, he..." The 'boss' points to guy #1 "can speak English but it's very broken do he's...he's embarrassed"

Guy #1 lowers his head in shame. I give a little laugh and decide to give him a short speach about how he should be proud that he can do at least that. After I finish he seems less gloomier.
"And the other fella?" I ask nodding my head in the general direction of guy #2.

"He understands but can't speak at all." 'Boss' answers. There's a ding and I pull out the cake from the oven. I quickly place it on a plate and begin placing the chocolate mixture on the cake. Milk chocolate on the top, white chocolate on the sides and dark chocolate used to write 'happy birthday Frankie' as well as making flowers all over the cake. When I'm finished I place it in the fridge and notice that the guys have surrounded me.

"Excuse me? What about this mess?" I said point to the kitchen covered in chocolate. They looked over at the kitchen then stepped back and let me do my job. "Oh and you better write and explanation note as of why I'm going to miss my sisters precious 10 birthday." I said strictly before placing a piece of paper and a pen in from of them.

"I'm sorry but we're not allowed to do that-" he tried but I cut him off.
"No buts! I'm pretty sure you weren't supposed to let me finish the cake, speak to me or let me see you at all! One more thing won't hurt! And I want to see apologies from you written on it as well!" I said acting like a strict mother. He looked at me or at least turned his head in my direction, waited for five seconds and when my angry gaze didn't surrender he lowered his head and began writing.

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Half an hour later I had finished cleaning the kitchen and was reading their note of explanation like a proud mother. Did I tell you before that my mother died early so I had to take her role as the caring but strict mam? I added a little note myself and then took off my mothers apron that I had been wearing. I sighed and gave the room a look over. Present on the couch, note on table cake in the fridge.

Breath in, breath out. In then out. You knew this would probably happen. You trained. You'll be fine. Your mother was too. Make her proud.

"Yep. I'm ready what now?" #1 came over and placed the sack on my head.
"Sorry" he whispered before moving to my side and holding lightly onto my arm. Someone else followed and soon we were walking down the stairs of my apartment block.

Even though I couldn't see clearly the sun gave me a very good hint of where I and other people. It was actually quite strange to see their reactions up front. Some stopped in their tracks and just stood there, others turned back and scuried away. It must have been strange for my neighbors. The black reapers car just stood there for ages. The poor people must have had heart attacks.

"Jaquelin" someone whispered. I couldn't recognize the voice but I could clearly hear the sadness in it. I squeezed my eyes to hold back the tears.

Goodbye.

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I'm back into writing baby! This was inspired by a dream I had and I really want to write it well so I don't ruin it.
The chapters will be longer than this, as this is kinda just like an intro, one might say.

Bbye!