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"I was raised here, in this shitty town filled with thugs and drugs and maybe you think that's why I turned out this way; But just know something darling, you weren't born in the ghetto but right this moment we're here for the same reaso...
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Calliope's Point Of View:
After going to my hotel room and getting changed into gym clothes, I follow Javier to his motorcycle, my eyes scanning the sleek black machine.
I snort. "How cliché" of course he's got a motorcycle.
"What are you on about now Calliope?" Javier replies absentmindedly while digging inside his pocket for the keys.
Motioning to his bike, I explain. "The big bad man drives around a black motorcycle, that is the most cliché thing ever"
"The first thing you need to learn, little grasshopper is that whenever you kill, unless you're planning to kill more people; you need to flee. I don't know if you've heard of the New York traffic but let me tell you, its bad. With a bike you can easily drive in between cars." Javier explains while opening a compartment and taking a black helmet out.
He holds it out to me. "Here you go." I look back to the compartment and see there's only one helmet.
I raise my eyebrow at him.
"I'd rather the person who'll be paying me a million dollars in the near future to be alive and able to do so"
That makes sense.
"Fine, where are we going anyways?" I ask, sliding the helmet over my head and getting on the bike, grabbing onto the tiny handles behind my seat. Javier starts the bike, speeding through the cars dangerously. "We're going to my gym." I could barely hear him, the sound of the motorcycle and wind making it almost impossible for us to communicate.
As we sped through the city I took the time to look around, the last time I had been in New York it had been with Harmony, a year before she died.
Harmony was once again following after some dumb story that lead her to the big apple, I decided to tag along. Truth is, I barely saw her throughout the whole trip; After she bailed on me, I met up with a close friend at the time who lived in the city and we explored everything together.
Javier starts slowing down, effectively ending my train of thought. I see him going into a more populated area, the old brick walls around us filled with graffiti and people of all backgrounds hurrying to get to their destination.
Though slowing down as to not run over anyone, Javier keeps driving us into a more secluded area, going into an alley and stopping, turning off the bike.
I get down first, looking around. The area looked quite run down, the outside of the building was old, trash littered on the ground even though there was a huge trash can a few feet away.
