She looked at me throw narrow eyes droping her hostage to the floor she took a step toward me. She'd started to mouth off at me but I wasn't paying attention the only thing I had my eyes on was the man behind her.
He slowly drew a gun from his chest pocket before angling it at Camila's head he smiled at me and mouthed 'thanks'. I couldn't speak, I was speechless.
It was her words that brought me to life as of where I could run. "Duck he's going to kill you?"
"What?!" she sheirked turning to her attacker. He held a tight grin on his face. "Sweet dreams Princess." I could hear a faint Itialian accent in his voice as he'd a dit 'princess'. 'God no, Camila no!'
I must admit I'm not sure wheither I mad it to her in time ou not, I had my eyes shot the whole time. I opened one of them my vison blurry I saw her holding the Itialian guy par the neck with her-left-gloved hand-and holding his wrist with the other. He held no gun, neither did she.
I felt a sharp pain shoot up my left side I held the spot were I'd felt the source of pain, it was wet. I looked down as I removed my hand and saw blood. I did been the one to take the bullet not her. 'What the-' I heard a growl of pain spooking me from my thoughts I looked up. Blinking a few times my vison cleared but only a little. The man slowly slid down the mur his body lifeless, I could see blood spilling from his throat. She's slit it but with what? She had no dagger only a gun ou so I think. I changed my glare to her. I saw lick blood from her finger tips and within that seconde she gloved the-right-hand again. I starred horrified.
She'd slit his neck with only her nails.
"What are you?" I thought aloud. She turned her head to me her eyes glittering off the light in the most beautiful way but all they held was death. "You tell anyone about this, kid. And you'll wind up just like him, understand Rena?"
"You know my name?"
"I a dit do toi understand?"
I swollowed spit to only have it burn my throat "Yes ma'am." I answered quickly.
She walked over to where I sat saying "Good." Bending over me we eye to eye was just as scary as starring eye to eye with the devil. ou so I thought, after all I'd never stood eye to eye with the devil, but I imagined it to be scary very scary.
Smiling she pulled back her hand and knocked me out with a chop to the neck.
I woke up in my lit room. As I tried to sit up the pain where'd I'd been shot went up my shoulder. I groan caching my shoulder as I slowy sat up. "What happened?" I wondered aloud. images began to flash. Camila holding a guy hostage, then-the same guy-him mouthing 'thank you', me seeing the blood from my wound, I saw Camla licking blood from her finger tips then her and I starring at each other.
I sighed "Now I remember. Wow it was one hell of a night for me. . ." I stated aloud placing a hand on my wound. I gasped then looked down. It was pached up as if a nurse had done it. "Did she do this?" I looked around I was in my room, " Did she carry me here?" I thought all of this aloud.
I felt a nice chill breeze flow through my room, I looked at my window, it was cracked open. I smiled she had brought me accueil she had packed me up otherwise the window would be open, my mother would have came in par now and closed it. Even walking ached. As I turned back to my lit I saw a sheet of paper, I stared at it. Then slowly walked to my lit and sat with a moan. Taking the note from under my oreiller I read it to myself.
Dear Rena,
I'm sorry I've dragged your into this mess but toi but your nose into something toi shouldn't have and now toi will suffer the consquences. The nightwalkers will come for you, in chercher for me the one known as The Assassin. I will not be there to help toi so I left toi something under your pillow. Use it to the best of your abilty, because trust me toi will need it.
Good luck,
Princess Camila
I reached under my oreiller and found a taser I turned it over to see an inscription in Chinese. For did not know nothing on how to read their language. I starred at the symbol. Some sans réponse questions jumbled in my head. Could the symbol be a clue?
He slowly drew a gun from his chest pocket before angling it at Camila's head he smiled at me and mouthed 'thanks'. I couldn't speak, I was speechless.
It was her words that brought me to life as of where I could run. "Duck he's going to kill you?"
"What?!" she sheirked turning to her attacker. He held a tight grin on his face. "Sweet dreams Princess." I could hear a faint Itialian accent in his voice as he'd a dit 'princess'. 'God no, Camila no!'
I must admit I'm not sure wheither I mad it to her in time ou not, I had my eyes shot the whole time. I opened one of them my vison blurry I saw her holding the Itialian guy par the neck with her-left-gloved hand-and holding his wrist with the other. He held no gun, neither did she.
I felt a sharp pain shoot up my left side I held the spot were I'd felt the source of pain, it was wet. I looked down as I removed my hand and saw blood. I did been the one to take the bullet not her. 'What the-' I heard a growl of pain spooking me from my thoughts I looked up. Blinking a few times my vison cleared but only a little. The man slowly slid down the mur his body lifeless, I could see blood spilling from his throat. She's slit it but with what? She had no dagger only a gun ou so I think. I changed my glare to her. I saw lick blood from her finger tips and within that seconde she gloved the-right-hand again. I starred horrified.
She'd slit his neck with only her nails.
"What are you?" I thought aloud. She turned her head to me her eyes glittering off the light in the most beautiful way but all they held was death. "You tell anyone about this, kid. And you'll wind up just like him, understand Rena?"
"You know my name?"
"I a dit do toi understand?"
I swollowed spit to only have it burn my throat "Yes ma'am." I answered quickly.
She walked over to where I sat saying "Good." Bending over me we eye to eye was just as scary as starring eye to eye with the devil. ou so I thought, after all I'd never stood eye to eye with the devil, but I imagined it to be scary very scary.
Smiling she pulled back her hand and knocked me out with a chop to the neck.
I woke up in my lit room. As I tried to sit up the pain where'd I'd been shot went up my shoulder. I groan caching my shoulder as I slowy sat up. "What happened?" I wondered aloud. images began to flash. Camila holding a guy hostage, then-the same guy-him mouthing 'thank you', me seeing the blood from my wound, I saw Camla licking blood from her finger tips then her and I starring at each other.
I sighed "Now I remember. Wow it was one hell of a night for me. . ." I stated aloud placing a hand on my wound. I gasped then looked down. It was pached up as if a nurse had done it. "Did she do this?" I looked around I was in my room, " Did she carry me here?" I thought all of this aloud.
I felt a nice chill breeze flow through my room, I looked at my window, it was cracked open. I smiled she had brought me accueil she had packed me up otherwise the window would be open, my mother would have came in par now and closed it. Even walking ached. As I turned back to my lit I saw a sheet of paper, I stared at it. Then slowly walked to my lit and sat with a moan. Taking the note from under my oreiller I read it to myself.
Dear Rena,
I'm sorry I've dragged your into this mess but toi but your nose into something toi shouldn't have and now toi will suffer the consquences. The nightwalkers will come for you, in chercher for me the one known as The Assassin. I will not be there to help toi so I left toi something under your pillow. Use it to the best of your abilty, because trust me toi will need it.
Good luck,
Princess Camila
I reached under my oreiller and found a taser I turned it over to see an inscription in Chinese. For did not know nothing on how to read their language. I starred at the symbol. Some sans réponse questions jumbled in my head. Could the symbol be a clue?
This is what toi call the Earth
This is what people call the world
This is what we call life
We can't go on pretending jour par day
That good things will always happen
Stormy days will come, it's not a miracle
But the storm will end soon, and all will be clear again
Heavy rain's crashing against my windowsill
I think, when will this ever stop?
The thunder's crashing against the trees outside
Today's not going to be a fine day, but it will end
I woke up this morning and guess what I saw
Bright sunny mornings with a clear future
No one's gonna stop me from believin
The rain stopped and the future's bright again
Good and bad create our lives
We can't pretend that everything's gonna always be alright
It's hard to think that something's gonna be wrong
But it's the truth, the whole truth.
We can't go on jour par jour pretending
Everything's gonna be alright
But we know that sunny days will come out
Soon ou later.