Ms Shadows

Chapter 7

HIIIIII!!! *SMILEY FACE*

I GUESS THAT'LL BE ELINOR... I'M A FAN OF ANGELINA JOLIE... MAYBE SOME OF YOU THINK THAT SHE'S KINDA OLD, BUT I STILL FIND HER BEAUTIFUL... :)

ENJOY!

"What on earth are you doing here? It's the second time I meet you this endless day!" The woman asked the mysterious man.

"It's my duty. I had to discuss something with mr Costello. We've arranged some things. It's not a lady's concern anyway. " Jack answered in a cold, deep voice. "And please, call me Oscar."

"But your name! It's Jack! That's what your brother called you. What's going on? Why did you save me?" She felt all the questions playing with her mind, confusing her.

"You have to get ready now, Costello is waiting. Forgive me for I can't answer your questions..." His eyes took once again that sad, regretful look, but that was just for a brief second. He wore again his emotionless mask and walked out. "I'll be waiting outside the doors. When you get dressed up, you can come out." He said just before he closed the doors and then, he was gone.

Elinor was now left alone. Her only company, the questions that weren't to be answered from Jack, or Oscar, or whatever he preferred to be called. An a$$ maybe? She was so upset and yet she had to save the little girl. She had promised to save her.

So she stopped wasting her energy for that wierdo-holic man and got dressed in her comfortable suit. She stretched a little, took her favourite guns and got ready for the battle. Whoever the enemy was, she was dedicated to kill and win, in order to save Rosalie, even if it would be the last thing she would do. She was a woman of her promise.

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ELINOR'S P.O.V.

I got out of the room, Mr mystery a$$ was there, so we walked till the entrance, where Costello had been waiting. An expensive, luxurious, white, Lamborghini was there too, Costello carelessly throwing his weight on the closed door of the car. His legs where crossed at the spot of his ankles, his perfect ironed pants leaving some space from his legs, almost covering his stylish, leather shoes.

His silver eyes focused on his phone's screen, then they drifted away and to his watch and then back to us. "Just on time. I was going to call you. Please, get in the car."

I and Mr mysterious walked towards the piece of art. I admired it's shiny exterior and when I got in, I surely got in love with the interior too. I was seated at the back seats, Costello sat next to the drivers seat and Mr mysterious would drive.

We started moving, and a big truck followed us. "Who's that?" I asked the other two, about the vehicle behind us.

"Well, there is where we are going to live. We have to camp on the countryside, so that they won't be able to find us in a hotel." Said Costello.

"But, if they find us in our tents, it will be so easy to cut us into pieces!" I expressed my questioning.

"Well that shouldn't be in your concern." He answered coldly.

"Well, here's a nice fact, as long as I remember, last time I heard similar words from a man, I was ready to strangle him with my own hands!" I said meaning Mr mysterious' words a few hours ago.

Right at that moment I felt someone's eyes on me. I took a look at the mirror and there they were, sad, concerned, full of regret. Mr. Mysterious' eyes, staring at me.