Chapter 1.
It felt like it
does in movies. Like when the camera goes slow motion. When the surroundings
are finally realised by the main character.
I walked through
the middle of it. I felt deaf to the surroundings. Like I wasn’t there. People
were dying all around me. One by one. I was the mystery girl. I was the last
person to see the victim before they died and the first one to leave when the
cops started asking questions.
‘Help! Help!
Please Help me!’ a voice called from the distance. I don’t know why but my feet
started running towards the voice. A woman was being attacked. Mugged. I
stepped forward. I pulled the man away and punched him. Hard. He fell to the
ground. Thud! I helped the woman get away and called the cops. He got arrested.
Taken and locked away.
The lady thanked
me and I left her. Night was coming. I sat on my bed and thought about the
day’s events. About how normal my job is. How normal my life is. How boring it
all is. I sighed. Ring! Ring! I picked up the phone. Soon to regret it.
‘Hello?’
‘Hello, is this
Miss Carlotta of Flare street?’ asked a deep male voice.
I panicked. Blood
pumped through my veins. ‘Yes this is Carlotta speaking. How can I help you?’
‘You can start by
following the instructions I left in your house. You have 2 minutes remaining
to find them. See you soon Carlotta.’
My heart pounded
in my chest. In a mad rush I ran round my room. I picked up an envelope.
Sealed. I opened the seal. I pulled out the letter.
Dear Miss Carlotta of Flare Street,
Your instructions are with held in this
letter. It is your choice whether you choose to obey them or not is up to you.
Meet me at the old bread mill at midnight.
Once you come, Miss Carlotta, there is no going back what so ever. The only way
you can back out is if something terrible happens to you.
You may want to seriously consider coming.
I have something or someone very special to you with me.
Signed, your new boss.
I stared at the
letter. What could he have? I read it over.
Ding! Ding! 10
rings. 10pm.
Ding! Ding! 11
rings. 11pm. I started to get dressed. I put my gun in my pocket and my knife
in my boot. I called a taxi and told it to be outside my door at exactly
11:40pm.
11:40pm the taxi
arrived not a moment late. I got in. Told him to take me to the Old Bread Mill.
The ride was short and bumpy. It was midnight when I got there. I stepped out
of the car. I recognised the man instantly. Black suit. Sleek black hair. Yep
this was the man.
‘Hello Carlotta, I
am Mr.... We have time for that later. Get in the car please.’ I nodded and got
in. ‘Sorry about this.’ He said in a sly voice. He put a sack on my head.
Blindfolded. The journey felt long. I
heard deep voices around me talking and laughing occasionally. I managed to
make out part of a conversation.
‘So what’s she got
to do with it then?’ one deep voiced man asked.
‘That’s for me to
know and for her to find out.’ Said the boss.
‘We’re here!’
called the driver. The limo came to a sudden halt and I fell forwards. Someone
caught me and I could feel myself being carried as the men walked.
The light came on
quickly. Bright, I thought, very bright. The sack had been removed and I had
been put in a chair in front of the boss who was sat in his big office chair.
‘You decided to
come after all then? I don’t blame your curiosity. You just want to know what
has happened to your friend. Never mind that for now, Carlotta.’ He said my
name in such a venomous way it was like he was comparing me to the Devil
himself. ‘Now I suppose you want to know why I brought you here?’ I nodded.
‘Well some people have upset me and my men in bad ways and we want some revenge
of our own.’ I gulped wondering what was next to come. ‘We want you to......
Kill them. But befriend them first. Find out anything worthwhile then kill them.
We are trusting you Carlotta.’
Before he spoke
again I found my self standing up and shouting ‘Why! Why me! I can’t kill
someone!’
‘Oh but you have
Carlotta, don’t play games with me I know your past.’
‘I’ve never killed
anyone!’ I said.
‘Oh yes I forgot,
sweet innocent Carlotta. Wouldn’t harm a soul. Always stood and watched.
Regretfully.’ I looked down in shame. ‘Have a drink Carlotta’ He held out a cup
to me. I sniffed it and took a sip.
I found myself
alone in a cell. Locked up. I sat up on the cold metal slab they called a bed.
I scanned my surroundings. I saw a figure sat in the corner.
‘Who’s
there?’ I said
‘Carlotta? Is that
you?’ croaked the figure.
‘Brendan?
Brendan!’ I called. I ran over to him and gave him a hug. ‘I missed you
Brendan.’
‘Missed you too
Carly.’ He gradually stood up, using me to lean on. He kissed my cheek and we
exchanged gossip, mainly about the past few days.
