FIVE YEARS LATER
Yes people FIVE YEARS later
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Zack’s POV
My phone buzzes again in my pocket. I groan in frustration, throwing an annoyed glare at the guy stuck in the chair as if it is all his fault. I set the knife carefully aside, wiping my hands on a spare clothe before digging my cell out of my pocket.
I flip it open, holding it to my ear. “Yes,” I grunt.
“Zack, my boy!” the voice on the other line says, overly cheerful for the purpose of the message. “I have another job for you,” he says it as though I am a dog and he’s offering me a treat. Like I’m supposed to get down on my knees and beg for it. Rollover boy. No f-ing way.
“I’m on personal business right now,” I snap, “You know that.”
“Yes, I do, but I am politely requesting your services.” His voice is getting noticeably more strained, still cloyed in that annoying happiness nonetheless.
“And I am not-so-politely declining.”
“Zack,” he nudges softly, “Who is it that has been paying for this personal business of yours for the last four years?” I scowl at his bribery.
“Fine,” I comply sourly, “What do I need to do now?”
“There’s this girl-”
“You know my policy,” I cut him off immediately “NO girls.”
“You don’t understand. This needs to be done-”
“How old?”
“I don’t know…. Maybe around 18….”
“Nope,” I deny.
“She’s dangerous Zack. Street fighter. Big time theft. Kills all the big bad guys. Kills rogues.”
“Who do you think your talking to?” I snort “I want the rogues dead.”
“Yeah, but she’s killing all the wrong ones. Stepping on the wrong people.”
“It still has to be a no.”
“It’ll pay twice the usual.”
“What’s the name.” I can’t turn down cash like that. I just can’t do it.
“Little Red. Found where ever you can find a good fight. She’s not that hard really. Freelance assassin, you know the type.” I can practically hear the smirk in his voice.
“She’ll be dead within the week.” I snap the phone shut and turn back to the task at hand. The rogue in the chair cowers away from me, cringing as tight as he can when he’s tied up like he is. “Where were we?” I ask, picking the knife back and pressing my finger to the point. A wicked grin spreads across my face and his scream rips through the deserted warehouse.
Autumn’s POV
Today is not my day. First, I had to go and fracture a knuckle on some guy’s nose, and it had already mended wrong, so I was going to have to re-fracture it. Then, Valley had to go and crash her freaking motorcycle AGAIN and send Mikey into a blind panic AGAIN while I just rolled my eyes and tried to comfort him when I lack any sort of empathy. And, of course, it just had to rain.
I glower at the sky, just as a mocking roll of thunder rumbles across it. I pull my hood up over my already sodden hair, grumbling to myself as I make my way to Mikey and Valley’s apartment to play doctor. She’s lucky she hasn’t broken anything this time, ‘cause I can’t mend fractures, but I can stitch up some scrapes and bruises.
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Nothing Left to Give *completed*
Lupi mannariAutumn and Zack are mates. And, for a little while, they were allowed to be happy. But it's the age difference that gnaws away at Zack. So, he rejects her. Five years later they meet again, and now that they're a bit more "suited" to each other, Zac...
