1.

106 5 1
                                    

1911 London, England

September 24

I was walking down the street with the cold winter wind hitting my face.I was walking home from the agency to finally rest my head after looking for a murder. His name was John Peters. He killed at least 4 people in the past 5 months. I have been searching for him and I finally found out that he was coming here. tomorrow I would be a driver and say I'm takin to the hotel but really to the agency. It's a classic move one of the first in the book.

I came to my door of my apartment. I took the keys out of my purse. I unlock the door and throw my bag onto a chair. I close the curtains from the windows and turn on the lights. I go to my room and put my shoes in the closet. I go to the kitchen to get food and when I opened the door there were 5 guys in there.

"Look we only want one thing. Your life." The boy with black hair said to me.

"Are you sure your going to get that?"I say to them. I've never fought 5 guys the most I have is 3 so this will be something new for me.

"Oh darling, we will get it one way or another." the same boys says. all I have to do is go to the other side of the kitchen to get the gun I have so then I can shoot them and will be gone.

"Try me"I say. The same boy that was talking came up to me and I grabbed his arm and twisted it. throwing him over my should. The other boy with brown hair came up to me and I kicked him in his torso throwing him on top of the other boy. The next one was one with a buzz cut you could still tell though his hair was a light brown. I punched his should and threw him with the rest. there were 2 more left looking at me.

"Come on you can do this." I thought to myself.

The boy with blonde hair came up he did nothing. he only stood there. I guess there is nothing really I could do. I felt someone arm go around my neck with a white cloth going over my mouth. I tried my hardest to get the guys arm to move but his grip was to tight. I soon the passed out dropping to the floor the last thing I remembered was the black hair boy looking over me laughing.

ProtectedWhere stories live. Discover now