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The high school was dark and silent. The only sign that there was anyone there was the Kawasaki motorcycle parked by the steps. Jared pulled his car up behind the motorcycle and got out. He slowly walked up to the door. He pulled against the handle to see if it was unlocked. The door swung towards him, the hinges creaking loudly. It was like some cheesy horror movie. And like the idiot lead in one of those movies, Jared walked in.
The emergency lights were on overhead, illuminating less than thirty percent of the hallway. Jared’s boots echoed with each step, the door closing with a creak behind him. He could hear his own breath. Jared paused, looking around. He didn’t see anyone. It suddenly felt like this was a setup. He reached behind him, for the gun tucked in his belt. But before his hand could wrap around the handle, there was someone next to him. Before he could even really process it, the person’s leg snapped into his gut. Jared gagged, doubling over. Next, he received a blow between his shoulder blades, knocking him further down. Then his legs were knocked out from under him.
Jared landed heavily on his back. He locked his jaw and rolled away from whomever was attacking him. Once he could, he flipped to his feet, and drew his weapon. His attacked was five feet away from. It was a girl. She was standing directly under the light. She was dressed in a jean shirt, black blouse, and thigh high boots. Her hair was hidden under a grey beanie; her makeup was dark and thick. She was beautiful. Stunning. But deadly. Jared was still aching from her blows.
And she was pissed.
It was never good when a girl was pissed.
Especially one who happened to be an assassin.
“Are you Dev?” Jared asked.
She smiled, “Perhaps, why?”
“Because I want to talk to Dev. She’s the one who I wanted to have a discussion with tonight,” Jared said.
The girl crossed her arms over her chest, “Why?”
“Because its very important that I talk to her,” Jared replied.
“What about?”
“Her past,” Jared replied.
This seemed to surprise her. Her brows furrowed, “I think you need to be careful with what you say.”
“Why?” Jared mimicked her.
In the next instant, the girl closed the space that separated them, and his back slammed into the lockers. The girl’s hand was around his throat, locking his head in place against the lockers. Her front was pressed against his. He could feel that under the clothes, she was strong with muscle. She was incredibly toned. And while the muscle wasn’t thick, it had no give to it. Jared tried to suck in a mouthful of air, only to have it cut off as she squeezed his throat. He coughed. The girl leaned forward – she was near his height – so close that her breath kissed his face. He could count her eyelashes, see that her eyes were not black or brown, but a deep purple colour. The only thing that he couldn’t see was his sister.
“I walk down a very simple, straight road. It occasionally has turns or bends in it, but it gets me where I want to go and it is very simple. I never stray from it. I’ve never had any reason to before. Do not make me wander from that little road. You will regret it because it will not end well for you,” she whispered.
“Cla –“ she squeezed his throat even tighter, cutting off what he was going to say.
“My name is Devushka. Remember that, darling. Do not get in my way,” she snapped.
She drew him closer to her face, his head leaving the lockers. For a moment she smirked and then she slammed the back of his head against the lockers. The force was so powerful that his vision flashed white and his ears filled with ringing. He shook his head, trying to clear it. When he could see again, she was already gone. Jared collapsed to the ground, covering his face with his hands. His entire life, he had worked to find his baby sister. And she had found her, only to discover that she was dead, and a new girl wore her face.
