"She handles strength and darkness equally well. That girl has always been half goddess, half hell."
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THE SMELL OF BLOOD was overpowering. As he methodically fiddled with the trigger of his gun, Simon Crowley felt a presence sweep next to him, causing him to hold his chin up higher.
"Boss," the woman standing next to him began, "what you requested, it is done."
From the corner of his eye, he watched her warily inspect the bloody warehouse they were standing in. Simon smirked and let out a bitter chuckle, "Scared, Eve?"
The girl in question shook her head, "No, boss. The blood is just a little unsettling."
Suddenly, Simon pointed the gun at Eve's temple, causing her to flinch. Big mistake. "Eve," he started, voice dripping in venom, "I thought that I was very specific when I recruited you. If you want to keep this job, you have to be emotionless. If you flinch at just a gun being pointed at you, I couldn't imagine you on one of our missions. Do I make myself clear?"
Eve hastily nodded, "Yes sir." She discreetly tried to pull a switchblade from her pocket, though Simon had already seen her intentions.
He laughed, but there was no humor. "Oh Eve, didn't your parents teach you not to stand up to your superiors?"
Eve freezed up, dropping her switchblade. For the personal assistant of a well-known mafia leader, Eve sure was clumsy. Simon listened intently at Eve's short breaths, fear rolling off of her in waves.
Simon cocked his gun, Eve winced at the sound.
He fiddled with the trigger a bit, chuckled, and finally pulled it. Seconds after, Eve's body was on the ground, twitching slightly before it fell limp.
"Thomas," Simon called out, "search for a new assistant, will you?"
The man in question emerged from the shadows before nodding and walking away, leaving Simon to his thoughts.
Currently, the voices in his head would not stop whispering a particular name at him, the same name they had been whispering for two weeks, and the same name that nearly made him go crazy.
Analia Barrows.
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Her dark eyes skimmed over the long list of groceries. She felt out of place in the grocery store she was standing in. Robin Montgomery was known for her 'anti-socialness.'
"Oh, make sure you get the marshmallows for the bonfire tomorrow," said her best friend, Adah Barrows.
"I know, Adah."
"I know that you know, I was just making sure. We only get to do this bonfire once a year and I want it to be absolutely perfect," she rambled on.
