In the Light

Part 3:

Ivy POV

A few months have gone by without any interruptions. It has actually been peaceful. I can't get the letter out of my mind, though. I can remember everything of it. The writing, the lined paper, the words. However, the memory of it gets fuzzier everyday. I have officially started my new life here in Washington. I have new friends, a new apartment, and a new lifestyle. Back at home, people saw me as a sweet, preppy girl, here I was the bad-ass chick not afraid of anything. It's not hard to live up to that reputation either.

"Hey, Ivy!" my friend, Jaxon, called. He ran over with a smirk on his face. He was a man-whore, but when it comes to finding somewhere to hang out, he knows a bunch of clubs downtown. That's one of the reasons I stay his friend. He swung his arm around me and said, "So, how about you come over to my house, have a few drinks, and maybe we could-"

Memories flashed through my mind and I interrupted, "Sorry, I don't want to catch a STD from whatever chick you slept with last."

The corners of his mouth fell. What I said was harsh but necessary.

"Aww, don't be like that!" he coaxed.

"No, Jaxon!" I yelled. He was really getting on my nerves.

"Please!"

"You just don't give up, do you?" I said, laughing. He shook his head and looked hopeful, "It's still a 'no.'"

We continued walking and talking until he dropped me off at my apartment. I waved at him and went inside. There was letters on the floor. I picked them up and opened them. Bill after bill. One letter caught my eye. It seemed so familiar. There was no address on the envelope. I opened the seal and was shocked. There was a list of every single one of my friends. On the bottom of the list, it said: If you don't meet me at the abandoned warehouse on 42nd Street, then these people will be killed. Be there at 3:00 sharp.

It was 2:15 now. This time I won't be afraid.

A dealer gave me exactly what I needed. I walked towards the warehouse. It wasn't too far away, so I didn't need to waste money on a taxi. No one stopped me, either. They must know by now when and when not to bother me.

I set the timer and looked back at my work. It was brilliant and ten minutes to spare before the mysterious letter-person arrives. No one would be able to notice the trap if they were to walk in right now. The room was quiet, except for the faint ticking sound of the trap.

"Aww, look who came here early. Anxious, aren't we?" Someone called from behind. I turned and saw a man. The one who sent the letters. I tried to keep the smile off my face. He showed up. This trap would likely work. The trap is a bomb.