Miss_Pixie
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For a moment, I feel like a child again. Clinging to foolish hopes.
I find myself pouring my heart out, like I was whispering my secrets to a faveorite doll... Then the moment is gone and I find my self sitting across from him. A stranger, a predator, a traitor. He's too close for comfort, I can smell the muck and smoke from so many years ago... My heart races in terror. He can hear it above the whistles and rowdiness of the Casino. Suddenly his teeth seem sharp...
Swish. Shuffle. Cut. Shuffle. Deal.
I meet Tony's eyes over the rim of my drink, and he reaches for his gun. I look at my cards a frown to say "Not Here." When I look up, our Target has disappeared.
Later, As I'm leaving, I feel Tony's heavy hand on my shoulder and a squeezes gently. I wince knowing he's disappointed. I chickened out. Our target needed to be eliminated and time was running out. I was running out of options... Tony left me to go round up the Boys and I trudged back to the loft. They'd beat me there as always and I'd spend my night being grumpy because I'd been a pussy and hadn't done my job.
Royce had to die. There was no other way. He'd chased me, tormented me, haunted me for nearly 200 years. The night he left me for dead, he stole not only my birthright, but my soul...
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I just wrote this all of 5 minutes ago... please be gentle with me lol
I find myself pouring my heart out, like I was whispering my secrets to a faveorite doll... Then the moment is gone and I find my self sitting across from him. A stranger, a predator, a traitor. He's too close for comfort, I can smell the muck and smoke from so many years ago... My heart races in terror. He can hear it above the whistles and rowdiness of the Casino. Suddenly his teeth seem sharp...
Swish. Shuffle. Cut. Shuffle. Deal.
I meet Tony's eyes over the rim of my drink, and he reaches for his gun. I look at my cards a frown to say "Not Here." When I look up, our Target has disappeared.
Later, As I'm leaving, I feel Tony's heavy hand on my shoulder and a squeezes gently. I wince knowing he's disappointed. I chickened out. Our target needed to be eliminated and time was running out. I was running out of options... Tony left me to go round up the Boys and I trudged back to the loft. They'd beat me there as always and I'd spend my night being grumpy because I'd been a pussy and hadn't done my job.
Royce had to die. There was no other way. He'd chased me, tormented me, haunted me for nearly 200 years. The night he left me for dead, he stole not only my birthright, but my soul...
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I just wrote this all of 5 minutes ago... please be gentle with me lol
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