Peace was an evasive wench.
There had never been a mission like this. As her trembling hands grasped the manila envelope holding her target, Mae's even temperament dissipated and shallow breaths began catching in her throat. Stars danced in her jaden hues, sending her clouded mind into even more of a frenzy. Her hands could no longer hold the horrid paper, and instinctively they threw the beast away from her. Mae was on her feet before she realized it, stumbling back from the cold black table she'd been seated at.
In her small office, previously un-registered claustrophobia reared it's unholy head. She had to get out. Get out now. Her stumbling had already brought her to the only window in the immaculate office, and never before had it seemed like such a precipice. But that was insanity? Wasn't it? She just had to breathe. Calm herself, sadly she wasn't given the opportunity.
A knock at her door jarred every last surviving sense of sanity from her battered psyche. The young girl turned on her heels, thrusting both hands wide onto the glass.
"Mae? You in here? Please open up!" A familiar voice demanded.
It couldn't be. Why now? Why did he have to be at her door at this moment? Why, now of all times did Logan have to show up here?
"I'm so sorry.." She murmured. Her only exit was now blocked by her only fear, her only friend, her only love, and as she heard yet another knock at the door she took her last leap of faith. Broken shards of glass rained down. Mae’s last piece of hope was torn from her as soon as she opened that manila envelope, and as the ground neared her, her resolution was set.
As the angel, the demon, the mistress touched the ground, Logan burst through the door, finding nothing but a broken window, blood, and that manila envelope.
As the wind entered the room, papers flew about, opening the folder just enough for Logan to see.
T A R G E T: Logan Matthew Edthone.
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Resident Redemption: Requiem
General FictionIt's not everyday one becomes a murderer, but Mae doesn't live by those standards. Eat, sleep, survive, and above all prioritize, has been her motto ever since she was a child, but when her heart catches up with her hands will she be able to follow...
