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Chapter 6

The voice startled me, causing me to dart my gaze around the long empty building, trying to locate where the casual, yet authoritative, voice had came from. Turning my neck to the right, I saw an empty wall, coated with dust that had settled quite a time ago. Then, turning to the left just in time, I saw a tip of a shoe, the rest of the foot then leg appearing from behind a stack of wooden crates to my left. His body followed as he stepped out, a confident, almost amused look on his face.

He was so... young. Maybe only a year or two older than me, judging by his amused green eyes and tousled black hair that fell just above his eyebrow. There was no way this could be G.M., he was far too young and lean, but the way his tall figure leaned against the doorway and how he put his hands in his suit coat pockets so nonchalantly screamed different. Of course, he could be G.M.'s son or brother or something, which would make sense, him sending someone else to do his dirty work.

I let my hand slowly reach around to my back, the tips of my fingers resting on the outline of the gun keeping my left hand down by my side and my feet spread away from each other, so my heels weren't touching like moments before. I swallowed my fear that was threatening to come up again as my eyes looked over the man in front of me. Familiarity pulled at my thoughts, but I couldn't quite see why.

"Where is G.M.?" I asked, looking him straight it the eyes, no matter how much my stomach seemed to flip and twist, telling me this was dangerous.

"Right in front of you." He spreads his arms out and lets them fall to his side, as if to show himself off.

"Seriously."

"I'm being perfectly serious, can't you hear? Or are you even more dull than I presumed?" This time I realize his faint British accent and sarcastic tone, knowing it could very well be him.

"Prove it. Prove that you are G.M."

The man stepped forward towards me and I resisted the urge to back away in fear but I held my ground. He lifted his hand, snapping his fingers. Almost immediately two big burly men walked in, each going on either side of the man.

"Aren't they wonderful? I trained them to do that myself. This here is my number-one man, Brick. I got him to steal and burn official documents on my whereabouts while I wrote you that special little note." He smiles and clasps his hands in front of his torso as if he did something he should be proud of.

I felt myself start to burn up with rage. Finally, I have the man who is responsible for everything right in front of me, where I can make it even and he can get what he deserves. He continued to stare at me, waiting for me to do something, to act out, and that is exactly what I was going to do. Before I did that, I chuckled. A dry, humorless laugh, for my Father's death, for the destruction of my house and belongings, and for that horrifying note that drove me up the walls for three days.

"G.M." I pulled out the gun from behind my back, my eyes still watching him across from me. The smile never leaving his face, not a worry crossing as my gun came into view. "To put it simply, I hate you. For obvious reasons of course. So, I'm gonna shoot you."

Raising my right arm I aimed the gun at G.M. It was now or never. But before I could pull the trigger, the gun was ripped from my hand.

"Right, about that." He sighs and I turn to see who took my gun from me... He had nice blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, and a familiar face... Todd frowns and stuffs my gun into the waistband of his jeans, stepping towards G.M. "Sadly for you, I'm not stupid. I knew you'd want to hurt me, for whatever reason, so I took lots of precautions. Though I must say," The horrid being walks closer to me and lifts up my chin with his pale fingers, continuing his sentence quietly under his breath. "I didn't quite expect a gun."