Chapter 1

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He yawned, stretching his arms, and sat down on the kitchen table, his coffee in front of him, he pulled the newspaper across the table and read the front page; 'suicide bomber in New Orleans' he sighed and pushed it away. "Bwoof" Rufus walked in "Do you have any good news Rufus?" he asked. "Bwoof" Rufus answered. "Well, I have good news for you Ruf, your food is next to the fridge" he laughed when Rufus sped away, while he drank his coffee.

"HEY LUCE!" Rosalie yelled when he got out of his car "hello Rose" he said,trying to bring hey enthusiasm back to a normal level, not succeeding.

"I heard you saved a soul yesterday?" she asked "If that is what you want to call my success, yeah, I did" he was the best lawyer of their company, and was good in detecting lies. He refused to help people who were guilty, he only helped actual innocent people who didn't deserve to go to jail. He said goodbye to Rosalie and walked into the building, on his way to save a life.

When he finally came home, hungry and tired, but happy he played his part in the world, he opened the door and pet Rufus, who was already waiting for him. he took the lasagna out of the fridge and put it in the microwave, hoping it would have some taste.

He walked into the bathroom and brushed his hair, then looked into the mirror. He saw himself, his black hair with the red ends, the eyes which seemed to stare into your soul and would always know if you spoke the truth.

The loud BEEP from the microwave broke the silence, pulling him from his thoughts. He walked back and took his food out, almost burning his hands on the bowl, and put it on the table, he decided to feed rufus first, so the food could cool down.

"Rufus? It's dinner time boy" he said, just before something hit his legs from behind and made him fall over. He screamed very girly, before bursting out in laughter, when he saw Rufus attacking his food.

He picked his bowl from the table and took a bite of the lasagna, which was still cold. He glared at the microwave "I knew I couldn't trust you" He mumbled, and put the bowl back in the microwave.

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