Smokey
A girl ran along the side of the streets, her gray-blue eyes emotionless and cold. She dragged her boyfriend, Lawrence, along behind her by his hand. The girls long, almost black hair trailed behind as well, tied up into a high ponytail. She wore short dark brown shorts along with black tights, boots, and a plain, long sleeved black shirt. She darted down an alley when her blonde boyfriend smirked. He stopped and held her wrist.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not with you babe," He said, and held up a switch with a button on it, "If I push this button they'll come, you'll get captured." The girl narrowed her eyes.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not with you babe," she repeated in a monotone voice. She reached and took the switch, and got her pistol out, "Bad choice," she said and closed her eyes, shooting her boyfriend.
"Guess I'll have to live with it..." she said, and threw the switch against a wall, watching it break, "I can go back then, he's not watching me."
"He's not watching Smokey."
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FantasyA small group of five people team up against the entire world to, ironically, save it from the people using others as puppets. When they are labeled as lying, manipulating assassins, will they be able to save everyone, despite the odds being stacked...
