The Beckams

Why a kid?

Author note: the person I'm writing this for and you know who you are comment to me urgently.

(A couple weeks later)

I had to travel to America, for a needed job. I'm suppose to watch a little kid named jezreel great just my luck. Off to Memphis Tennessee I go. Victoria had to stay behind for a while until I know how long I'm suppose to be here.

By the time I arrived at the airport I already hated it, filthy Jesus I hate Americans. I walked down the terminal to see my driver I took my keys from him then continued out the doors of the airport. "Ok so I'm going to a house in C-O-L-L-I-E-R-V-I-L-E." The bloody hell is that, for fuck sake already hell. I pursued to find my 2013 lime green Camaro. What can I say I like green.

I found the house finally it was nice I guess three stories, three car garage, pool in the back, full furnished, and a indoor field as a basement. It will do for now. I sat my keys down and explored for a bit. Found my stocked gun room, enjoyed that part of the house the most.

" Now to find the girl." I grabbed my black hoodie, black converse, black skinny jeans. Then spent 5 minutes trying to figure out a weapon. Finally decided on a black folded steel blade. Shouldn't need a gun...for now.

My orders aren't clear all I was told was to watch and don't interfere at all, strange usually just sent to kill. I have a picture of the little shit. She looks so girly and spoiled, for her sake better not be true. she's maybe i don't know 6 or so.

I traveled to her apartment building place. Took a quick look around, intrigued at all the tree cover. "not to bad, easy to hide." I walked cautiously with my hood up, and hand on my blade. Prepared for anything. I was looking up at the buildings seeing if I could climb them. After a few minutes of testing I found a way up. I made my way up effortlessly, but realized my foot prints are showing... "shit, doesn't matter."

Then I heard a squeaky voice. I looked down and saw her.