ANGLERFISH

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He was doing his own dirty work for himself, but in disguise; as if trying to send a message that you can't trust anyone to do anything for you. Here he was in all his glory, standing in front of me, he looked up, and we met eyes.

Dark brown orbs staring into my soul, his lips were smudged with red, eyes painted in black, and his curly green hair placed in a greasy, slick back style.

He had the most beautiful brown orbs I have ever seen someone display, almost the same color as trees in the spring. Focus! There's a chance that you might die right now, Kiara!

I turned back, and I began to meditate, trying to find the fastest way I can go invisible again. I heard his slow footsteps coming towards me, 'Arms! Legs! Body! Head! Come on! 5 minutes! Don't let me down!' I whispered to myself.

He jumped towards me and when he stood in front of me, he seemed to be surprised, he looked around and realized everyone was gone, looked behind the desk, under the pieces of wood, and then proceeded to start laughing. "Where are you, love?" He sang out. "I just want to see your pretty face again, is that a crime?" He played dumb, I realized that the only way I could get out of here alive was to play along with his games. "I'm afraid so, Joker," I said out loud, and got up.

"Your voice is so soft, so, uh—sweet, so innocent!" He laughed maniacally. "I would say that yours is very raspy and sexy." I softly said as I grabbed the scissors from behind the desk.

"Whoever you, uh—are, and wherever you are, I know I'll see you again." He flapped his jacket. "Is that so?" I smirked slowly walking towards the rope, my back towards him and trying to cut the rope, but I tugged on the rope; and that's when I was pushed to the ground and I appeared. His hair dangled over my face, and his eyes poured into mine, I could feel his stare burning into my eyes. My heartbeat was screaming in my ears. "Found ya!" He smirked as he held onto my wrists. I tried slipping out of his touch. But he just tightened his grip, and came closer to my ear. "You are a very pretty girl, like a princess." He smiled.

A memory of me, when I was younger, began playing in my head, when I would play hide n seek with my friend, and I would cheat by disappearing. He would always find me because my dumb butt would always forget I had clothes on, and when he found me he would pounce on me like some animal. He would always get mad when I cheated, but would always apologize by getting me ice cream and buying me kitten stickers. "Let me go!" I whimpered as he dug his knee into my waist. "I haven't gotten what I, uh—wanted." He giggled. "You got everything you wanted and planned to get! You got your money, you killed your thugs, so please let me go!" I tried kicking and pushing him off.

He grabbed both of my wrists with one hand and pulled out a knife. "You wanna know how I got these scars?" He smiled and glided the blade against my cheek. I stared deeply at his scars, the edges showed where the knife had gone into; the pain began pulsing into my own. Then a ticking noise went off, and he checked his watch, "If I were to have more, uh—time, I would tell you the whole story, and take you with me, love. But—an angry mob awaits me." He smiled, grabbed the scissors, placed them in his pocket and got up.

He looked around, still didn't see anyone, then continued to jump into the bus. He shut the door and drove out. I looked at the manager and let a teardrop, he was gonna die, all because of me. "I am so, so deeply sorry, Mr," I said as I stood over his body rubbing his shoulder.

"Don't worry—go—go." He mumbled, I got up and ran where the groups had been and checked if each and every single one of them was okay.

"Who are you?" A young man asked as he looked at me, I gave him a soft grin and wiped my eyes, "I'm a normal girl, that just has the ability to become invisible and wants to help."

"Cool! But wouldn't you want everyone to know about you, pay you some respect, and actually pay you as well?" He chuckled.

"No, I want to help with no one knowing me, so when I help, no one annoys me with questions, and so the government or whoever, don't try to make me help with a payment waiting for me on the other side." I smiled at him, and then snapped and became invisible again.

"So, you help people and don't want anything out of it, only the fact that you helped someone out of kindness?" A man, who seemed to be his father, came from behind him.

"Yes, sir." I nodded, "Well I'll talk for everyone here," He began, and as I started to look around, all the groups of people started to stand behind him, "Thank you for saving us today, we need more people like you, young lady. We don't know how we could ever repay you—" As he was talking I started to hear sirens and fire trucks, I let off a gasp, I had to leave.

"Gotta go?" The young boy gave a comforting smile to me, as he looked around. "Yes, but don't worry, all of you will be safe, can you guys tell the police officers whatever they do, to make sure that man in there, comes out alive, for me?" I smiled, appeared, and hugged the young boy and his father.

"What's your name?" He yelled as I began running, "I don't have one!" I yelled as I ran behind the trash cans, put my clothes over my suit, zipped up my jacket, placed my camera over my neck, my items back into their placements, and waited at the front of the bank, for them; not as a 'superhero' but as a newspaper writer.