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Chapter 1: Followed
10 Nov 2020 21:39 by
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Shaki walked down the street contemplating what she would do that day. She didn’t work on Saturdays, so she had nothing to do. It was a foggy day, and she had debated about wearing her jean shorts since it was late October. Now she was glad that she had, because it was warm for that time of year.
She continued down the street. She noticed that the lady walking behind her had been following her for five minutes. She was certain that it was the same person because her hair was half white and half black.
Shaki decided that it would be best not to return home so that this stranger wouldn’t know where she lived. She decided to turn one street too early, but fell over. She had bumped into another lady who had vibrant orange hair.
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Siobhan watched her foe run off as she helped the young lady who ran into her.
“Are you okay?” she asked, pressed for time. The lady, who had bright blue hair, nodded.
“Who is she?” the lady asked. “She has been following me for the past five minutes.”
“We cannot stay here, it’s not safe for you.” Siobhan replied. She ushered the young lady down the street.
“Who are you?” the lady inquired, seeming confused.
“I am known as Quick-Slice, but you can call me Siobhan.” she responded. They continued down the street when they reached her car. Once inside, the lady said, “My name is Shaki. I thought it wasn’t fair that you told me your name but I didn’t tell you mine.”
Shaki was silent the rest of the way. When they reached headquarters, Shaki turned to her and asked, “Who was that?” Siobhan thought for a moment, then replied, “What I want to know is: Why was she after you?”
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Étoilette entered the small, dark room and Shinto greeted with a cold stare. Jaelyn offered a feeble smile.
“So, you didn’t get the girl?” Psycho demanded. Étoilette shook her head and their leader rewarded her with a sharp slap across the face.
“You know we can’t let her fall into their hands.” He walked across the room and grabbed a polished knife from the table.
“She was there,” Étoilette interjected. “I had to run. I wasn't prepared for a fight.”
“She was there!” Psycho mocked. “I thought I trained you to always be prepared, no matter the circumstances!” He yelled. She resisted the urge to touch her face where it stung.
“Next time you will not fail and you will end anyone who gets in the way. Is that understood?” He barked, she could tell he was not impressed by his tone.
“Yes, Psychopath. I will not fail you.” She replied. She was angry, and it was all the fault of that ginger-haired “hero”.