The Antagonist

The Antagonist

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Fantasy
I'm not villainous, just antagonistic. So many people are so eager to throw that term around: 'villain'... I'm not out for the world; I'm not out for revenge. I've certainly never killed anyone... directly. I'm only in the business of kidnapping so I can make some cash. I'm not very good for much else. But kidnapping an old childhood friend was not something I expected to do. Especially not Harmony Delaney, who just so happened to marry my least favorite enemy, Sir Olan Davis. For once in my life I'm having doubts about my career choice. Guilt is sneaking in... and I don't like it. Author: Hey there, I'm looking for someone to make me some cover art. If you know anyone, and/or are willing to make me some, just let me know. I am willing to pay, if I must.
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* Usually this would be the time that Amanda would say, 'I told you so' and right now I would give anything for her to be here. Maybe she would scold me, but I would take it. Maybe she would scream at me the whole way home, but I would take it. And maybe she would curse me, insult me and even tell mom about it, but I would take it. Rather than this. This, I didn't know what the woman was going to do to me. I obviously knew exactly what Amanda was going to do to me in this situation, but this... this moment. "What are you..." I then remembered. Shit! Those men spiked me! And as fast as it hit me, I was out. * Amanda and Brenda were not sure if Aliah was trying to ignore her past traumatic kidnapping or if she was actually way over it. With the jolly and flirtatious Aliah, it was hard to differentiate fake smiles from real laughs, pretense from true emotions. And this situation seemed to be stressing them out even more than Aliah who had insisted on letting it go. Dreams crash realities. Two similarities crash two personalities. Will you be able to tell the difference?

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