Septiceye/Jack's POV
"I solemnly swear I'm up to no good"
I walked through the door to my house and made a phone call.
"Hey Mal.. There's something I need to tell you. Meet me at my house whenever you can. I'll be home all day."
I hung up on the phone, leaving a voicemail because Mallori didn't answer. I had just gotten home from the weekly orphanage money drop off. It was always the best part of my week. Today was going to be the day I tell Mallori who I really am. She knows me as Jack McLoughlin, the cafe employee. Who I really am? I'm Jack McLoughin, The thief, Septiceye.
Don't fret reader, I won't hurt her, or Karina, who Mal will end up bringing along. Or at least, I'll try not to.
What? I'm not stupid, you were probably going to say something along the lines of, "IF YOU TOUCH MY SMOL BEAN MALLORI I WILL END YOU SEPTICEYE" *grabs chainsaw*
If I said something else, for example; 'And Mal should be worried. For both her, and Karina.' Do you see what emotion that can bring? You should really look along the lines of-
"SILENCE JACK"
A sharp pain spiked in my head, almost making me collapse.
"Agh! What the heck Anti?! I was just talking to the reader." I said as I rubbed my head.
"You know that's against the rules don't cha? If you wanna pay the price, I can surely--"
My throat almost closes up, but I managed to speak three simple words. "No! Please don't."
"Very well. If I catch you doing that again, you'll pay the price. One day you'll wake up, in a place you don't recognize, and your friends will think you're dead. I will take over again."
My face goes pale after those words. (A/N cliche, I know, but I have no other words)
"I- I understand. Please don't hurt them."
*insert evil laugh here* "You have been warned. Don't mess up like you did last time. Hah, that was a fun time... I have another job for you."
Ok. What's the job? What place am I robbing next?"
"You will be going to a place called Ron and Hermione's Jewelry store. It's about 19 blocks away from here. You'll need to--"
I heard the click of a gun loading.
I turned and saw Mallori staring at me, the look of determination on her face, pointing a gun to my chest.
"You have some explaining to do. If you don't, I'll shoot."
YOU ARE READING
Notes |-/SEPTIPLIER|-/
FanfictionI'm horrible at descriptions... I was the good guy. He was the thief. I never knew I would fall in love with the enemy. NOTE (Ehehehe) This is the FIRST FANFICTION I HAVE EVER WRITTEN. So sorry if it's bad! Let me know if I can make anything better...
