TWISTED SHADOWS

A FIRST KILL

Kella kept on a straight face as Christina kept on throwing baseless accusations at her while Angela smiled at her supposed misery. But what really threw Kella off was the boyfriend accusation.

"Excuse me ma'am, but you can't accuse me of having a boyfriend."

"Are you really gonna deny it? I expected more from you Kella. I thought you were different from the rest. But I see your parents also failed in their duty to raise you up properly." Kella kept on a straight face, holding back her true expression which only angered Christina more, and Angela began wondering if all Christina said was actually true, and why Kella didn't look fazed by the fact that Christina was scolding her.

Kyle walked past them getting bored but stopped at the next scene that happened.

"I can only imagine why your parents sent you here you little brat. They must have been so ashamed of the product they created..."

"Christina!!!" The authority in her voice shook the whole house and for a couple of minutes there was dead silence while Christina and Kella stared between each other, Christina looking the least bit unremorseful about her last statement while Kella maintained a straight yet hard face. Kyle and Angela couldn't hide their shock at Kella's audacity.

"You can say whatever you want to say, Christina. Believe whatever you want to believe. I don't give a damn. The fact that you are my boss and give me a salary doesn't give you the right to meddle in my personal business. Enough Christina. Stop treating me like a kid."

"Then stop acting like one. I'm starting to reconsider the offer I gave you Kella. This family name, I hold it with the utmost respect. And I expect you to do the same. I don't keep trash in my house." Kella gave Christina another look for 2 seconds before turning around and heading to her room, ignoring Kyle and Angela.

Pretending not to be hurt by some of Christina's accusations was a front. But this wasn't the time to let something so petty get to her. So she brought out her tab, something the Martins didn't know she had and continued her research on Wyder's death to find who the serial killer could be.

Keeping her focus on her assignment became work itself as images continued to flash before her and she had to take a break from everything, and closed eyes for a short while before her phone beeped, waking her up from her sleepless rest.

"Go on Derek." She answered getting up. "Ok. I'll be there."

In less than a minute, she was out of the house before anyone could notice.

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Little City wasn't the same as it used to be. A lot had happened since Kayla's death, and he finally found his reason for coming back to the town was dwelling at the Martins mansion. Coming out of the airport with only his bag, he was met up by a limousine just outside the airport. He nodded at the driver, and threw his bag in, headed towards another direction, while the driver drove off with only his bag. "I'm back baby." A sinister smile played in his lips while he swayed his keys in his hands.

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Driving past an old factory, on her bike now dressed in black slim jean pants, a white inner, black jacket, her hair packed in a wavy pony, and a pair of white wedges, she went through the back, going into an underground compartment. Stopping at a silver entrance and parking just at the side, she approached the door, and as it opened, and she walked in with her head high, eye not focused on any particular thing, body demanding respect. She walked past some offices getting into the elevator that took her straight to the last floor. Coming out, she took in the scene in front of her, seeing men and women dressed in black working with speed, while some multitasked on phone calls. Not sparing another glance at them, she headed straight down the hall, finally arriving at an office with the name tag 'Gabriel' on it.
Without thinking twice, she walked in without warning, finding a man in his early sixties attending to two guests, who she presumed were not 'guests'. She could only imagine it'd be the usual run, and that only made her dislike them the more, on instinct.