Don't Be Afraid, Darling.

Don't Be Afraid, Darling.

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"Watch out Gianna!" Marcy screamed as her friend Gianna dodged a flying blade coming at her. "Fuck!" Gianna says out loud. "Where's the god damn door?" she asked her best friend over her walkie talkie. "Down the hall and to the left. But watch out, this hallway is notorious for demons and ghosts. Mess with one and they'll imprison you, enslave you and take you hostage." "Would you calm down, Marcy, I am not afraid of any demon or ghost. It's all bullshit." she turns off her reciever and walks down the hall. Suddenly, another blade came out of nowhere. It went through her hand. She screamed in pain and look down at the blook soakened hand with a sharp knife through it. She pulls it out and winces as she looks through the hole in her hand. "Where the hell did it come from?" she asks herself before a noise behind her causes her to spin around. Right there, in front of her, was a demon with hollow eye sockets, clear white skin, a black dress and a harsh, raspy voice that spoke out "Believe, Gianna. Demons are very real. You're looking at one. But don't worry, not all of us are bad. Some of us just want a friend." This was the last thing Gianna saw before she blacked out.
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"Shit!" I muttered under my breath. He pulled open the door and headed for me with a smile that made my skin crawl. I withdrew my gun from my bag and hid it under the table. "Ah Blake Reid. At last we meet!" He pulled out the chair directly across from me. "Who are you and why have you been following me?" I growled. "I'm the man who is going to kill you," he gave me a masochistic smile. I withdrew my gun from its place under the table. It was pointed between his eyes and I took pleasure in the shock that was on his face. He had only gotten his gun halfway out. The staff was still unaware of me holding a gun to this man's head because they were all around back in the kitchen. "Sorry, but that's just not going to happen," I said sweetly. "In such a public place? How brazen of you," he challenged in a shaky voice. "Yes, all the staff is in the back where they can't see us. Oh and if you didn't notice, there's a silencer on my gun. Say good-bye my dearie," I pulled the trigger and sent the bullet through his head. Blake Reid isn't your normal 17 year old. She's an assassin on her last case... or so she hopes. She is having difficulty with memories of her past and can't seem to get out of her shell, even though that is one of the biggest assets needed for her assignment. She will also face many obsticales; some of which she may not survive. Join her in the choas and death she calls her life. (Cover created by Vico96, an amazing friend of mine. Check him out!)

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