❝ For my partner of all times, Jon. ❞
Vera Lu is part of one of the deadliest gangs in New York City. She is a trained assassin with an unfortunate past that shaped her into who she is today.
She is on a mission to eliminate her target, the mysteri...
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-- J O N A T H O N
I woke up in my old bedroom. Posters of Call of Duty and other games were still hung up on the sky blue walls. Rays of sunlight streamed in through the windows and particles of dust basked in its warmth. The house was still and peaceful, and the only noises heard were the chirping of birds.
I rummaged through my old faux leather suitcase, which had paint peeling at countless crevices. I decided to switch up my attire today as it was my first whole day back in town.
I wore a blue button up top that was new due to lack of wear and black trousers. I examined myself in the mirror and was happy with the reflection that stared back at me for once. My bare chest had multiple scratches and scars of it and the wound on the side of my stomach left a scar but was easily hidden when I buttoned my shirt up.
I went on with my normal routine and decided to have breakfast outside and explore a little. I left a little note on the kitchen table for my family to read.
Hi Laura and mom,
I decided to get food from the shops today, I'll be back in a bit. I won't be gone for 8 years this time ;)
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I walked through the bucolic streets of Eden, North Carolina. The shops looked vintage but I liked the vibe of them. I remembered the cafe I've been dying to revisit and came to the decision of having pie for breakfast.
The familiar scent of bread and tea flew into my nose as I entered, the little bell above the door tinkling. I sat down at the nearest table which was fairly close to the kitchen and held the menu to my face.
The cafe was overall very serene with minimal talking. That was, until I heard shouting from the kitchen.
"David, I told you, I threw the trash out already," a feminine voice thundered with annoyance.
"That's a load of tosh, I can see the garbage from where I am," 'David' screamed back with a thick Irish accent.
"You know what's a 'load of tosh'? Your fucking attitude," she mocks his accent.
God I feel bad for whichever poor guy has to deal with her.
"For fuck's sake, just go take orders, it's rush hour right now," David fumed. The voices stopped for a while and the bake shop was once again tranquil.
"Hello, welcome to Le Charmant Café, what would you like to order?" the same feminine voice from the kitchen says in a bubbly tone. The voice was vaguely familiar but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
"Can I have a coconut cream pie and a lemonade with mint please?" I looked at her as I reached to hand the menu to her but my hands became paralyzed due to shock. The menu clattered onto the floor loudly, causing the girl and everyone else's eyes to land on me.
"Vera?"
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oh how much i adore irony
reminder; my updates might become slow starting wednesday (in 2 days) bc my summer job begins on thursday
