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A TALE OF FIVE FINGERS 4- SPENCER MILLS

A TALE OF FIVE FINGERS

THE DAREDEVIL FINGER

9TH DECEMBER 2013

"Are you ready?" Chris yelled from the edge of the cliff beside her. She grinned when another wave of cool air shot up from the nearly frozen water beneath them. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks and seagulls only made the task more exhilarating.

She turned her goggle covered face toward him and grinned even wider. She was already feeling numb through her whole body. She was clad in a black leather bodysuit that completely covered her whole body but the harsh weather still attacked her so she mustered up her strength and yelled. "Hell yeah!"

Chris nodded and looked down from where he stood on the cliff before facing her again. "On the count of three, okay?"

She nodded before they both began counting down. "One, Two, Three!" And with that, they both jumped from the top of a cliff to the extremely freezing water.

They surfaced simultaneously with a gut wrenching gasp for hair. "Shit!" Chris let out, Quickly swimming to shore with spencer following close behind.

They got on to a large gathering of rocks and sand where they kept their water bottles of alcohol to cool off their bodies from the inside.

He ripped his bottle cover away and almost down it all in one gulp, in desperate need of warmth. Spencer did the same with a sharp giggle when they shrugged on their large coats and headed for the heater induced car.

They simply sat quietly in their seats, soaking up with heat for as long as they could; until the colour began returning to their bodies. Chris whistled loudly when they began feeling normal before pulling out of the secluded area he had parked in.

"That was-"

"Bat shit crazy." Spencer completed with a grin on her face. She towel dried her hair in a comfortable silence, watching him swiftly drive down different paths of the road. They soon arrived at her apartment complex with a deep sigh, she stretched over the back of the jeep and grabbed her duffel bag containing her clothes and shoes.

"See you soon." She mumbled, placing a kiss on his cheek before rushing into the complex.

Chris Maddox was a natural daredevil. He used his free time to go skydiving, bungee jumping, rock climbing, cliff jumping etc. Being friendly and very energetic, he made friends very easily. Spencer lived the life of a race car driver. She met him when her race car had broke down and she refused to race with a different car so she went skinny dipping by a cliff.

Chris being a gentleman, offered his jacket when she resurfaced and from that very day, they remained best friends.

She emerged from the elevator after the loud ding and walked straight to her apartment. Opening her door, she found a letter on the floor addressed to her but after her crazy stunt, she felt exhausted so she stalked to the bedroom and collapsed on her bed with a loud huff.

Soon after, she fell into a deep sleep.

The loud ringing of her cell phone pulled her from her deep slumber. A low groan escaped her lips as she rose from her position and grabbed her phone. Oblivious to the caller id, she answered with a loud sigh.

"Hello is this spencer mills?" A monotonous voice asked. Spencer raked her brain, trying to see if she did anything wrong or violated her racing contract and when she came back with nothing, she answered. "Yes, this is she. What can I help you with?"

"Well, a Christopher Maddox was just brought into the hospital and you're his emergency contact."

Her eyes widened and she put her phone on speaker mode, placing it on her night stand. "What hospital?" She asked, her eyes blurring as she tried to get the tight leather bodysuit off.