After Death e.g.d

Ranking of Importance

Okay so I originally ended this story but I was re-reading it and I decided I should finish it. Soooo here it is. Part 2 of after death or what i would like to call the Afterlife.

Jasmines POV

(A/n: Jasmine is the girls name after she "died" and Cloe was just her name in the simulation)

I walk over to Cafeteria in my basic grey uniform. I had another nightmare. After the simulation I have been thinking more about home. More about Ethan.

Non of it was real so I need to deal with that. I place my finger tips over the number 33 tattooed under my ear.

"Hey Cloe? Jasmine? Y/n? I just don't know what to call you anymore"
Jackson says sitting down next to me and taking an apple from my breakfast tray.

"Jack? Jackson? Jackass? I just don't know what to call you anymore" I say taunting him

"Touché" he says laughing

"Ranking ceremony for 20-47 in quarter 5, in 10 minutes" the anouncment booms.

Me and Jackson get up and start walking to the section. All of the numbers between 20-42 are taken. They are all also 17 or turning 17 like me.

So basically I work for TBA

The Bruiser Agency

We are executioners of certain types of bad people. We're basically Assassins who kill for good. Like killer cops.

I honestly love this job even though I do wonder what it would be like to be normal. I think that was one of my fears to. Leaving here because of my curiosity and having to go home.

I shake at the thought

Me and Jackson line up with the others.

"Hey Jas" Eric says to me kindly.

"Hi Eric" I say back. He smiles and looks away

I look over to Jackson from across the room and see him winking at me. He has a devious smirk on his face and I roll my eyes

Everyone thinks that Eric likes me but I honestly think he's just being nice.

A tall 6.2ft man walks to the middle of the hexagon. He has black hair and grey eyes. He was fine and well built. I could tell I wasn't the only one that thought so. I looked around the room and basically every other girl, and even some guys were staring at every inch of his body

He spoke, catching everyone's attention

"Okay, new year, new troops. You guys are the oldest and based on your fear simulations and your bravery tests we have given you guys a ranking of importance. If you are a 2 or less you will be downgraded back to a raven. If you get a 4.5 or 5 you will get to work with the Hawks. Anything in between, you are at average and you will train along the rest of the crows. Oh and I'm Taylor by the way. I am leader of the Hawks and mentor of the 4.5-5's. Shall we get started" he says in a calm sexy voice.

"Number 20. You get a 3.7
21. 4.3
22. 4.5"

I zone out as he reads down the list

"Number 24. 4.7"

I smile widely knowing Jackson gets to work with the best like he's always wanted

The rest of the numbers are called as I impatiently wait for mine

"Number 33. You got a 5. Congratulations"
Taylor says looking me in the eye

I swear his eyes are so cold but one look and he could make a girl melt

After everyone got their number we split into our groups. There were only 6 of us. Most people went to crow and only 3 people are going back to raven.

Taylor lead us all down the hallway to our future.

Ethan's POV

I lye down on the couch as Grayson paces around the room nervously.

"What if they find us E?" He says to me scared.

I sigh in annoyance and take of the black ski mask I was wearing. I take a off my gloves and go through the black duffle bag

We had only about 2k which is a quarter of what we should have made

"What the hell is this Grayson" I say getting up

"What do you mean what is this, it's the fuckin money Ethan" he says squaring up to me

They fuckin punked us. We would deal with them later. It been a long day and all I want to do is sleep.

Over the past few years me and Gray have started to lead a life of crime. It started off with stealing small things like candy from the convenient shop or sneaking into a second movie at the theatre.

We didn't know this is where we would end up. We dropped out last year and our parents weren't happy so they kicked us out. The streets were what we had until we used some of our "talents" to our advantage.

It would be where Grayson would flirt up some girl while I stole her purse or if I asked someone for directions while Grayson snatched their cellphone right out of their back pocket.

We are now living in our penthouse. It's us, Nate and Alex here and the occasional friends. Along with the maid and the chef since non of us can cook for shit.

We are in the drug selling business and we are some of the most wanted criminals in the world. Making us some of the richest too

Multiple people are after us including the FBI, CIA and basically every police force in the country.

I know Grayson wants to get out of this life and honestly, so do I.

We haven't drank or done drugs our entire life. Pretty funny if you know what our job is. We're planning on running away,  off the face of this earth but there's only so much we can actually do.

We hear a knock on the door and Grayson looks at me worried. I furrow my eyebrows and head to the door. I open in slightly and see a woman in her mid thirties along with two other men next to her.

"Can I help you" I say through the little slit between the door and the door frame.

"Yes. We're looking for Ethan and Grayson Dolan." She says

"Who's asking" I say to her

"My name is Felinity Snow. I work for The Bruiser agency and we would love to speak to you and your brother."

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