Killing Him

Chapter 4

I peeled out of the densely lighted garage, doing around 60. It was freezing outside, because as soon as I got going, the cold hit me. It kicked at the small slivers of skin, raising goosebumps. I shook it off, and sped up.

I tapped a button on the side of my helmet, and instantly a map came up inside my helmet. Ok, go straight, take a left, then a right at walsh, cross this intersection, right, right, left.... I memorized it in about a minute. Photographic memory comes in handy. I followed the maps course, and I was instantly at the "abandoned" morgue.

God I hated morgues.... I thought as the flashbacks started reoccuring. I blocked put the memory and focused. I drove my bike Into the back parking lot, making sure it was hidden but close enough for me to grab if I needed a quick escape. I slipped my helmet off and tied it to the handlebar, and swung my leg around and hopped down.

There was a front door, a back door, and two side doors from what I knew. I walked up to the side door, rolling my eyes at the crappy lock on the door. I slipped an all steel bobby pin out of my messy bun, and picked the lock in record time. I slid the pin back into my hair, and silently opened the door. It creaked, and I grimaced. Stupid me. Of course it's gonna creak.

There was a guard at the end of the hall, not paying attention. How careless. His gun was hanging lazily at his side, and I took that as a challenge. I crept up behind him, trying not to make any kind of giveaway noise.

I quickly chopped him in the jugular, and covered his mouth with my other hand. I twisted the hand with the gun around his back, and the gun slid easily out of his sweaty hand. I slipped it into my belt, and let him slump to the ground. I hope I didn't kill him...

I didn't have time to figure it out. I had to get in quickly ad get out just as fast. Just then I felt a strong pair of hands grip my shoulders, so I quickly two stepped around him and kicked the soft spot right behind his knee. He crumbled, and I wrapped my elbow around his neck and squeezed enough to knock him out for a few hours. I let him go, and hunched down, peeking around corners.

Walking straight down the hall was one of the most gorgeous guys I've ever seen. He was tall, around 6"2, with a tan complexion, dark brown hair messy and styled to the side. His eyes were the prettiest shade of forest green, and he was dressed in Calvin Klein jeans, dockers, and a leather jacket. That's where all my problems began.

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OMG GUYS I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN LIKE 4 WEEKS. IM SORRY. But I like writing short little chapters. Which has actually been sorta difficult because of my sports schedule. So I hope you enjoyed this chapter👍👍 I wrote it in class. Who's this guy though???? Heehee!

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