Lifted // Klance

Chapter twenty

Craig's POV  (surprizzle!!)

The phone died in the middle of taking pictures of the raccoon. The second the flash turned off on its own, it started hissing and glared at me with those horrifying glowing eyes. I gulped and ran as it started chasing me. That creature hissed again and scratched me all over the place, including my face. Fucking shit...

The bitch hisses one more time and I hissed back, limping away. Theres blood on me, this isn't good. I cracked the phone screen too... Lance is going to attack me as well. Nothing ever goes right when i'm around, huh? Oh well.

But then I remembered something. Ugh... I needed to meet up with someone. Completely forgot about it. I made my way around the hotel and towards a small car. Is this the right one? I think so. I didn't memorize the license plate.

*knock* "hello? Are you there? Sorry i'm late" I knocked on the window several times. The windows were pitch black. It rolls down gradually. "Just get in" he says.

I sigh and get in, pulling the door shut behind me. He rolls the windows back up and I rest my elbows against it, looking at him. He was adjusting the mirror and checking himself. I sat patiently waiting for him to say something.

"So what's your issue?" He asked, still checking himself.

"I... realized I didn't have enough money for a trip back to Canada... i'm off short" I explained. I'm such an idiot... spending most of it on Keith? Really? I didn't even think about myself. How was I going to get home.

"And you're here because you need how many?"

"Around a couple hundreds, three hundred four hundred maybe?" I say a little unsurely.

What I was doing was pretty bad. The last time I was used as a hitman, someone I liked got hurt. And he still thinks i'm a monster despite my efforts to win his heart.

Okay, so maybe I did lie to Lance about me being the only one following them to Florida. It was the rape gang's idea... and the leader came with me too, just went on a different plane.

"Okay, I have another job for you. Will five hundred be enough to satisfy you?" He pulls out his wallet counting the money. So much in his hands... must be all in tens or something. I nodded. "Okay, this will be a different task."

"D-different... task?" I cocked my head. Usually for my kidnapping and drugging acts, i'd earn about a hundred. But what could he need that's worth five hundred? Unless...

"I want you to murder someone for me."

"What?" I jerk back violently, accidentally hitting my head against the window. Is he serious... I couldn't never do such a thing. He's crazy... insane. "No... I can't do that, that's a little too far..."

"Then I guess you can't go home" he laughs. "Last chance. Will you do it or not?"

Being in this position was horrible. My head was throbbing. What am I suppose to do... decisions decisions decisions... I hated making a choice. And if I make the wrong one, my whole life goes down. If I accepted, I'd get the money but someone will die because of me. If I didn't, I'll be stuck in Florida alone after Lance and Keith leave. I'm not even a US citizen... I wouldn't have a place to live... i'll be homeless... starving... I would never get the chance to see my religious parents again. I made up my mind.