((AN: Ok so I wrote this chapter a bit different. Usually, I wouldn't even put the pencil on the paper before I plan out the whole entire chapter. This time I just wrote down stuff as they came. Tell me if it made stuff better, worse, or nothing changed. Either way, Happy Readings))
Chapter 7: Anger
Fiama's P.O.V
I was mad. No. I was more than mad. I pissed! I've been playing along for more than four months. Now it's my turn.
We rolled in front of Nahrin's aunt and uncles house. She parked her killing machine and went inside. "Sorry we're late," said Nahrin when she caught sight of her aunt and uncle, "We lost track of time and then got stuck in traffic." I bit down on my tongue and heard Uncle Harry whisper, "At least they stepped out of the house."
Me and Nahrin went up to our room and I made sure that I slammed the door shut. Nahrin turned around and realized how pissed off I was. "Okay, okay," she said holding up her hands, "I-I know your mad but-" "Oh I'm more than mad," I said in a frighteningly calm voice, "You have 2 minutes to explain before I kill you."
"Ok! OK! Um..." she said trying to find her words, "The guy is part of the Kira case." I gasped and forgot all about my anger. "What makes you say that?" I asked.
"I'm not sure if he's the bad guy or the good guy though"
"That doesn't answer my question."
She sighed and sat down on my bed. "Well the cops are obviously after him," she said, "And he's not dead yet either because Kira doesn't know his name or face. Both probably."
I rolled my eyes. This girl... "So that automatically makes him a part of the Kira case? There's a lot of criminals who's names and faces aren't known. You guess too much." She bit her lower lip. "That's true," she said, "But he seems....different." I raised an eyebrow. "Different? How?" "I...dunno," she said. I'm seriously about to hit her.
"His base "was in the middle of the woods," she said, "He was totally ready for the police. I doubt he was alone." She seemed to rather be talking to her self then to me. I spoke up. "He wasn't. The police had a couple of other guys handcuffed." "Mafia?" she guessed. I just shrugged. She was still thinking when Aunt Ginny called us down for dinner.
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I woke up 3 o'clock in the morning to see Nahrin sitting on her sleeping bag on her DS. "Morning," she said in a too-happy mood. It kinda bugged me. "What are you doing?" I asked grumpily. "Can't sleep," she said with a shrug. She suddenly appeared to be uncomfortable. "Hey we need to go somewhere in the morning," she said.
I tilted my head. "Where?" I asked. "Oh. You know," she said fiddling with her DS, "Just places." My anger from yesterday returned. "You're going to go find Blondy aren't you," I hissed. She nodded. "Well you can go by your self then," I said laying back in bed and getting comfortable. "What?" she asked surprised, "But...But you have to come." "Well that's too bad," I said and closed my eyes. I heard Nahrin leave her sleeping bag and she poked the back of my head. I decided to pretend to already be asleep.
"Come on. Pleeeease," she begged. Nahrin eventually gave up and decided to try to go to sleep.
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I woke up to the sound of Aunt Ginny vacuuming in the next room. I rubbed my eyes and sat up to see an already dressed Nahrin waiting for me. "Ready to go?" she asked.
