Kurumi -small stories-

Kurumi -small stories-

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The day falls and night rise. The darkness falls down on earth and the danger will come and get you! but... There is a girl giggling standing in the shadow. Red is just one eye, the other a clock. The clock in her eye starts to move faster and faster. Like the time or you could say our life time was passing away before our eyes. That means death is closer if you're her victem for the taken. Tiking sounds are everywhere to hear and then... a gunshot. Bang! A person has falling. blood everywhere and the girl stood with a loading gun in front of the victem. Behind her appears a giant clock called zaphkiel.
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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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