Jaxon POV
That girl. She stays in my mind as I follow the target out of school. Even though she had been the one that made me miss him. The target's a sketchy kid. One who you wouldn't be surprised to know was part of this plot. I hide behind a parked car, watching the kid wait for someone.
My mind drifts back to her. There's one thing I just can't shake. One thing I know is not right. She can hear my thoughts. Something no human should be able to do. And though she was annoying I would have to talk to her again.
There had to be something more...
My attention turns back to my target. He is fidgeting with his fingers excited to get more. Poor, clueless human. He has no idea that this is something so much bigger. Sometimes I would wonder why we had to protect such creatures. Creatures, so self-observed. Creatures who threw themselves into danger knowing full well they would not come out unscathed.
Perhaps there was something charming in their naivety. Their brashness.
A man in a navy coat creeps out of an adjoining alley. His head is bowed and the lights cast sharp shadows over his face. I peer trying to get a better view. There is something in the man's hand, the kid reaches for it eagerly. But the man pulls away.
"You remember our deal?" The man's voice is gravelly and tense. The kid's face turns from hidden excitement to anger.
"How do you expect me to do it alone?"
Bright teeth peek out from the shadow. The man smirks. "You won't be alone. My men will join you. They'll handle the....difficulities. If any should arise."
The kid nodded, seeming pleased. "I'll do it." The exchange is over. And I know what my next mission is.
Cecile POV:
The bottom floor of the public library was empty. A perfect place to work on the essay that I had put off for so long. I longed to go home but I knew I'd get distracted. Or find a distraction. I sighed.
This floor was actually my favorite floor. Apart from the strange cinnamon smell, it was filled to the brim with antiques. Things so old they seemed as if they would fall apart if you touched something. I had never liked history, yet antiques always astounded me.
How someone so long ago made something I couldn't dream of making. I slipped into a seat beside an old rocking chair and pulled out my computer. The blank page taunted me. The assignment felt too daunting than it should have.
Perhaps procrastination wasn't always the best tactic.
I stood leaving my computer on the rocking chair and disappearing behind the shelves. I ran my hand over the bindings whispering their names under my breath. Why was it there were books on everything except that which I needed?
Suddenly, a crash echoed through the library. Then hushed whispers. Probably a stupid group of boys who thought crashing libraries was cool. Another clatter and a thump. This time I started to walk back towards the stairs. The footsteps got closer, I pulled a heavy book out from its place and held it in both hands.
Calm down, I told myself, It's nothing...But maybe it was safe to be armed.
The people got closer and started to clamber down the stairs. What could they possibly want? I moved back slowly, praying that the old wood wouldn't creak under her. I pressed my back into a shelf, gripping the book so tight that my knuckles were white.
"Where is it?" A husky voice questioned. My heart pounded furiously in my ears. And I knew, this was most certainly not nothing.
"Maybe we should ask someone," another voice states. This one younger.
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Voices In My Head
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