What happens when

Part 2 of chapter 1

Okay so guys if your even reading this please leave some comments I promise it will get better. I am editing part one as I go and will peice all the parts together when its finished. This part should be longer and explain a bit more about our lead role and produce a new character as well! I cant wait!

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Home, the word didn't mean much to me; a lonely old shack with a weapons vault beneath it, but still it gave off the sense of belonging. Clutching my bag tightly I filled it with the tools needed for tonight; rope, a dagger, wooden club, blindfold, pepper spray, and a colt revolver. Now, I thought to myself heading to the rows and rows of draws designated for "disguise's", What to wear?. Choosing what to wear and the make up was always a pain, having to coordinate with the planned evening. Whats suitable? What isn't? Sheik or frumpy? Or something more durable? After debating with myself for an hour or more I finally donned on my favorite biker outfit, a red and blue striped crop top tank and leather jacket, along with the leather fit to form pants, plain heelless boots, and the finger less leather glove on my left hand for the added flair. The only makeup used was black winged eyeliner and deep violet lip gloss, my glossy black hair swept up into a high ponytail.
With the clock sticking 11 I slipped out the back door and into the dense forest surrounding my little shack. An odd mix of excitement and nostalgia filled me as I raced through the trees. Hurdling over the logs and maneuvering around brought back childhood memories of spring boards, stretching suits, and mother cheering on the side lines. It was nights like this I missed her most..., shaking my head to rid myself of the memories I made it to a small clearing and stopped, waiting.
It was almost time, he would be here any moment, he was never late. Finaly, after what seemed like an eternity, a soft, almost inaudible "crack" rang on the breeze through the clearing. Slipping back into the shadows I waited and watched until a rough voice whispered,
"Jazz? You there?"
I smiled to only myself, "Who else would it be? The pope?" I called to him, stepping into the moonlit clearing.
Eric smiled warmly at me, his normally dull onyx hair seemed illuminated in the moonlight.
"Don't be fresh Jazzy," he said
"Don't be fresh? What are you, 80?"
He growled, the sound resonating from deep inside his chest "Linda had me watching some reruns of old soap operas. Shits terrible Jazz really, have you ever had to sit through 5 hours of that torture?"
I shook my head smirking, "I have not"
Rolling his eyes he sat down his own satchel near a tree stump in the center of the clearing and checked through to make sure all was in order; muttering about how I was lucky. The tree stump was decorated in an odd fashion, almost like something you'd see in a fairy tale. Rings of flowers covered what was left of the sides of the stump, candles circled the ground around it, and vines where crisscrossed expertly across the top and hammered into the ground with some tent spits. The only unfairy tale likeness about it was the coating of blood spatters.
Once the tools were checked over and over again Eric turned and smiled maliciously; "Ready for another hunt?"
I smiled back, excitement dripping just as fervently from my voice as his, "Hell yeah"

{Hopefully will have next chapter out sooner!!! Sorry!!}