"Please... Please let me go... What do you want? Money? I can give them to you... Just let me go... Please..." The man sat on the floor, clutching his chest, eyes widened in fear and anguish.
I let out a dark chuckle and loaded the gun with bullets, "I don't want money, I have loads of that."
He raised his hands up as he backed away, "You need money... Come on, it runs out fast... You need money, that gun, it requires money... You can do a lot with money but once you have none, you can't do anything."
"That's where you're wrong... Not everything revolves with money." I stated and unlock the safety lock and pointed the gun at him.
"No... But everything is built on money." Those were his last words and I shot him.
That silence after that was deafening. My blood ran cold and my hands shook a little.
I killed someone...
"Stop, please stop..." The man covered head to toe in blood begged.
Glaring at him menacingly, I snarled, "You know what you must do."
He frantically shook his head, "No, no, no... I can't..."
I shrugged my shoulders and brought the whip down again, "Suit yourself. I can do this all day long and the only way for me to stop is the information you seem to have..."
He screamed in agony and a few tears escaped, I was about to say something when the door burst open.
"You've been here for five days, he hasn't say anything. He won't say anything and the other two are suspecting you." Will shoved his hands into his pockets. I glanced at him.
"I'll be up in five." Will nodded his head and left. Looking at the man, I crouched down to the floor and tilted his chin up.
Staring at his dark brown eyes, I whispered, "All these could end. Just tell me what you know... That's all you have to do." Then I left before hearing his answer.
"The Death Sweeper... He'll come... for each and every one of you."
I rushed towards him and stared at him, "Continue."
He laughed a gruesome high-pitched laughter, "Soon, you'll be in the graves alongside your parents. No maybe not, maybe even further away from them!"
Whacking him on the head, I cleansed the blood on my hands with a cloth and walked up the stairs.
As soon as Will saw me, he looked at me with concern in his eyes.
"I don't need your pity. Remember who kicked your butt." I glared at him as I continue wiping my hands with the cloth.
He shot both hands in the air, "Woah, hold up Princess, no one said anything about pity. You should get some rest though."
I shrugged him off, "I'll be fine. But, you've heard him. Death Sweeper, O.T. all these doesn't make any sense to me..."
"It does to me. I mean, his initials are O.T. and his nickname or stage name is Death Sweeper." Will stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"Well, if he's called Death Sweeper, why not D.S.?" I retort.
Will kept his silence.
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Hey guys!
I am so sorry for not updating for a long time but here's what I have done... I'm currently on holiday so YAY! Well technically, it's the last week of holidays but here's what I've done while on holiday.
Hope you guys enjoy it!
~Herondale
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Prodigy Agent 09
ActionOlivia Thorn, an ordinary girl who had witnessed her parents inevitable death at the age of 5. Now, at the age of 16, she is Agent 09, a top agent of 'Protection' also known as the Prodigy Agent. She made it through the program at the youn...
