Jack awoke from his slumber, the inside of his head feeling like a pressure chamber. He slowly got out of bed, inching to his bathroom. He stepped inside the pristine bathroom, and opened his medicine cabinet, getting out a bottle of Ibprophin. He slowly pushed his hand down onto the lid of the bottle, and twisted. His lips curled into a smile as he could hear the familiar pop of the cap coming off. Shaking the bottle slowly, Jack worked out 2 pills and downed them quickly. He then closed his best friend, setting him back into the cabinet before going back to bed. He layed back down, silent. He let his eyes shut, then rolled over in bed. Fear filled his eyes when he opened them, seeing the empty eyes of a woman looking back. He screamed and jumped back, slipping out of his bes onto the floor. "What the fuck!?!" His mouth squeeked out, as he slowly stood. He walked over, gently feeling her neck for a pulse. Her skin was ice cold, like the blood running through his veins, and if there was a pulse he couldn't feel it. He stepped back, looking for anything he knew wasn't his. His eyes locked on a purse, hanging off his bedroom door. Quickly, he rushed over to it and proceeded to empty it on the floor. He dug through makeup and condoms, until his eyes met her wallet. Franticly, he flung it open and saw her id. Her name was Samantha Guchuri, apart of the Guchuri family. A mafia. "Oh fuck."he said, his voice panicked.
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Blood on my hands
Misterio / SuspensoJack didn't exactly remember much. He couldn't remember what happened. He only remembered waking up with a dead girl in his bed. Will he be able to prove his innocence, or has he commited one of the worse sins possible?
