[1] ALEXA, and her hell ✓ [Editing]

Mateo ✓

Alan Walker — Sing Me To Sleep
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"kill a man and you are an assassin. kill millions and you are a conquerer. kill everyone and you are a god." —Bejlby Porteus
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The 1st of January, Year 2021.

     Mateo D'Angelo.

     Alexa flexes her fingers in the black, leather gloves she just slipped onto her right hand, strapping the wrist band around tightly.

     Mateo D'Angelo. She saw his picture and information, there's no doubt that it's not him. A quick flash of recent times flips through her brain like pictures in an album. Mateo knocked her out that night, because it was what he was told to do. After that, he did nothing but try to take care of her when Sebastian wasn't around. Now, Mateo is a red tag on the dark web. He's been doxed.

     "Be careful." Phillipeño tells her in a low breath, putting on a plain, black mask that covers his nose and mouth.

     'What?' She barely spares him a glance, throwing on a cloak and flipping the hood over her head.

     Phillip sighs when she leaves the changing room.

     It's way past 12am and Alexa scurries in the darkness with a GPS map alight on a disposable phone that Petro gave out to everyone earlier, with their targets address. Once there, she puts away the device in it's case strapped to her thigh, going through the back like a ghost in the night.

     There he is, sitting in an old, wooden chair on his back porch. His forehead is raised to the sky and a cigarette protrudes from his parted lips. He looks worn down, sitting awfully with his hands dropped by his side. Alexa takes off the hood and steps into the dim light of the moon, approaching him openly. Soon, he notices her and straightens quickly, squinting at the little girl.

     The cigarette falls from his lips when he recognizes her. "Ales–Alessia. . .?"

     She steps onto his porch, that creaks beneath her weight and with her cloak rustling at her feet, she stops to his left. "Yes."

     "No..." She smiles at that, nodding as he gapes. "I-I thought you... What happened? Where'd you go?" He stands slowly, towering over her figure and taking in her choice of covering. "What's all this?"

     "I'm better now." She states simply, before cocking her head back to meet his gaze. "How's Sebastian?"

     Mateo stiffens and he sits again, staring out at the uncut grass in his yard. "Sebastian's dead. He killed himself a week after you disappeared." The hopeless man takes a long drag from the almost burnt out cancer stick he retrieved from the ground.

     "I'm here to kill you." She says, blankly, but her gut twists with anxiety.

     His eyes dim and he looks up to the sky, a tilt on his lips. "Okay..."

     "I'll make it quick." He glances at her approach, taking a breath. And when her small hands coil around his neck in a grip of death, she whispers maybe a bit sadly, "Happy New Year."

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