Partners In Crime {Michael Jackson & Ariana Grande}

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Misty

I swung my head around but came face to face with nothing. He was gone. I looked around for his familiar suit, but it wasn't there.

How was that even possible? I wasn't looking at him for merely a second.

I headed out after him and looked both ways to see if I could see him in the distance. But I couldn't. It was like he had vanished into thin air.

I shrugged and began making my way home.

'Home' was why I was in this alliance anyways. I needed money for the rent for my basic one- bedroom apartment. I found a job that paid well and decided to take it.

Big mistake.

Now I was stuck in this industry, it's like being an unqualified spy.

I looked up from avoiding puddles on the floor, and found myself enticed into the atmosphere. The streets had a deep blue aura, and it was a foggy night.  The wet floor glistened in the moonlight, and I paid close attention not to ruin my velour heels.

I turned a corner which brought me to the riverbank. I always had an unsettling feeling about that place, I'd heard many stories. I was gazing upon the shine of the water when I felt two strong hands push me against the short wall. My back was leaning too far over, and in one swift movement I would be drowning.

I breathed heavily as my eyes adjusted to someone in a mask inches from my face. They had one hand cupped under my chin, holding my cheeks tightly and straining my neck so I was looking upwards.

"Give me the purse, I let you go and you keep your mouth shut. Understand?" A raspy voice said to me, making my stomach flip with fear.  I kept in the same position and silent.

"Twenty seconds or I'm getting it and you're dying anyway... nineteen,"

I clasped my eyes shut tightly and re-opened them, hoping I was imagining. I had too much to lose in my purse.

"Fifteen... fourteen...twe-" his voice trailed off as another hand from behind covered his nose and mouth with a cloth that smelt strongly of fumes.

I watched as his knees bucked and he fell to the ground, and I looked up to see none other than 'the stranger' standing before me.

"It had to be you, didn't it?" I caught a glimpse of his nose as he noticed I was looking and pulled down his fedora again. I was simply lost for words, I didn't know whether to thank him or run.

"T-thank you, was that chloroform- I mean... wow, just,"

He nodded, "Go home," he said abruptly.

I swallowed hard and bit my lip "Are you at the club tomorrow?"

He put his hands in his jacket pockets and bit his lip too, "I'll see you when I see you, if I don't then farewell, Misty."

I looked at the stirring body on the floor and turned on my heels, beginning to walk away swiftly.

My stomach was flipping again at the sound of him saying my name, but I shook my head quickly, hoping to shake the thoughts away too.

'Stop it, Misty! He's the target...' I thought to myself, but I was drawn in by him.

I hadn't even seen his face yet.

Luckily, my apartment wasn't too far from the river, and it was easy to get in. I got changed and laid in bed, thinking of the nights' events. I'd nicknamed 'Mr. Anonymous'

The stranger, as that's what he was and it sounded more fitting. My heart was still pounding at the thought of the tight grasp that the man had on me. I could've died right there, if it wasn't for-

knock.. knock..

My thoughts were cut off by the light knocking of the door rooms away. I swung my legs over the bed and picked up my thin white robe, tying it into a bow as I answered the door.

"Mail," A thin and pale man grunted, trusting a letter into my hands before walking away abruptly. Polite.

I closed my creaking door and sighed as I noticed the chain lock had snapped again. This gang was going to be the death of me.

I did their dirty work, and in return I got money. Just enough to pay the rent for this cooped apartment, just enough to keep me going. I didn't want to accept an apartment from anybody, even if it was dirty money I still wanted to feel like I was doing something.

I smiled at the thought of living in a nice apartment, not having a financial care in the world. Getting it all on my own.

Then I realised the letter was still between my palms.

Misty,

It's your boss, in case you didn't notice by the writing. I would like to know how your meeting with Mister. mystery went, baby. You looked nice tonight, by the way. Still refusing my apartment? Never mind then. I'd like to warn you again that you're still on task, so don't be messing around. Just do what you can to get the information and leave.

If you were going to, don't hurt him just yet. We still need to give him a choice, Angel. I believe in you.

Come by the base tomorrow so you can tell me what happened,

Boss.

I shook my head at the short letter, and made sure the instructions were registered into my mind. My boss had a severe case of the manic-depressive illness. Some days he'd be as sweet as a deep red apple, other days he could use the same knife he used to slice that apple to slice a throat, creating the same deep red theme.

Don't hurt him yet? I didn't plan on it anyway. He was quiet, and that was all. I didn't know what I was getting this information for, I was assigned a task and had to complete it I guess, no questions asked.

I folded the letter and placed it under my picture, the only one I had of me and Adam, before getting back into my bed and closing my eyes. With no luck.

"One day," I said to myself quietly, as it was only me to hear, "One day you will fall in love. One day you will have a beautiful house, with no paranoia and no constant worrying. You won't have to hurt innocent people,"

Innocent people.

I exhaled deeply and stared up at the ceiling, feeling overwhelmed and confused.

We were out to get a man - who I had a feeling wasn't guilty of anything - to do who-knows-what with him.

One with similarities to another. Nothing more than oblivion would welcome us all in the end, but why should the guilty be preserved?

I suddenly didn't feel so willing.

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What do you think of Misty guys? Her boss has bipolar, but I found out that they called it 'manic-depressive illness' so I decided to use that.

More drama coming up ;p

- J x