But life went on, and she moved towards the back of the store, searching for her favourite movies, as she did every time she was in there. But this time she looked around, only half-heartedly admiring a copy of To Kill A Mockingbird. Some one was watching her.
The feeling of being watched increased as she moved her way towards the exit. She felt all eyes on her. As she approached the transparent doors, there was a loud ruckus that sounded at the back of the store, and a man, dressed fully in black, ran towards her way, gun in hand.
She froze in terror, paralysis gripping her body. It wasn't until a hand, from the outside, flinging the door open and grabbing her that she was able to run, her legs moving like an automaton's.
They've found her, she knew, and she was to run.
...
At the steeple, she looked frantically around. The man was gone, but so was he. The boy disappeared. She could have sworn she'd seen him back in headquatres, but it was impossible to tell now.
She soon found a car, and on it a note: "Drive it" it said. So she did, though she had no idea how to drive at all. Father had died before he was able to teach her.
But no matter, her only wish now was to survive, and after so much, she wouldn't just die in a car crash.
Getting to her destination, the girl climbed out. She raced down to the central fountain, the meeting spot he told her to go to. It was getting dark and a show was about to be put on at the central stage, but she still saw him through the chaos. He looked cruelly at her, though they were on the same team. What she dreaded about the picture was that he was standing atop one of the steel towers that supported the sides of the stage, and they went up high, like three-stories high.
"Run, little girl," his words still rang in her head. She didn't like being called just "girl", and she definitely didn't like people calling her little. So she threw caution to the wind and ran to the towers.
Some time during her climb, she'd lost all sense of where he was. Once at the top, she found the task of searching for him once more. Another note, really? "How would you like to go to a mansion?"
Mockery was getting old, she thought. Pulling her hood over her head, she closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she was in a station. A train station, a subway station, she wasn't sure, but from here she knew how to get to the house.
Avoiding all eye contact with any one, she swept her way through the station and out the exit. It took her a while to find the hill, but once there, she climbed it like it was down-hill. She had made it, in one piece at least.
She moved her finger towards the doorbell, but thought better of it. This game thing was growing on her. She knocked on the door, but it squeaked eerily open. Stepping inside, she flung off her hood. Searching had always been her specialty, it's one of the reasons she was in the situation in the first place, so what better to do than search the house.
She stocked around like a ghost, observing the keys on a side table, moving in and out of the guest bedrooms. It took a while for her to look through the whole property, but in the end, she came to the same conclusion as she did when she first came in: there was no one home. That couldn't be though, they would know she was coming, he would have gotten here before she did. And then she heard it, a soft breathing. She turned but it was too late, the men had come. They dressed in the same black costumes as the man in the DVD store, but their guns bulged with silencers. When she dies, no one will even hear.
And then a gun shot.
One of the men fell face forwards towards the ground, and before the other had a chance to respond, the girl grabbed hold of her own gun, and another shot sounded loudly through the empty halls.
"Where are they?" she asked.
"Dead. They found them," he looked at her, and for a second, she didn't see the usual arrogant manner he held with himself, but the sad twinkle that would occasionally come to existence whenever some one died. "Come on," he said and lead her out the door.
"Don't you think this game is getting a little old?" she asked.
"It was never a game, just a way of training you. There'll be no more notes and me running, I promise. You're ready."
What do you think happened?? Just a little game for you.
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