Post by CHARLOTTE ANDREWS on Nov 16, 2012 4:00:18 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400px,true][atrb=style, background-color: transparent;] [/style] cameron sutton , 1115 words , outfit, sucks, as usual |
[STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing:; font-size: 10px; padding-bottom: -10px; text-align:center;]I wish that this all would end Cause I could use some friends
[/style][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,height: 50px;] charlotte tapped her pen impatiently against the page of her text book, not paying attention to a single thing the professor was saying. she really should be paying attention. what with finals coming up, but she really give this class a care at the moment. she was too focused on her next assignment. the request had been plastered to her car's windshield when she got off work this morning. she had no idea how it got there or how that person even knew that it was her car. it was strange that the person even knew that she was a contract killer to begin with. she was rather suspicious of it, just in case it was a set up by the cia or something, but that couldn't be. at least, she didn't have any reason to believe so. however, that didn't stop her from analyzing every word of that letter. she had an idea who the requester was, though. the same man who used to contact her father to get rid of the bad guys. but something about this assignment just didn't sit well with charlie. in fact, it felt more like a mistake because the guy she was assigned to kill was a classmate. one that screamed momma's boy. still, the man was offering her a lot of money. she went through the letter in her mind again as if she was reading the real thing, and sighed, shaking her head a little. no. she would do a little more research on her part first before deciding whether or not this was a good assignment to take. it wouldn't be worth the risk if she was killing an innocent kid. if he was guilty, then it would be worth going to jail for, hypothetically. but she wasn't going to get caught. however, if she were to slip up somehow, and be caught for actually killing an innocent man, then that's just not good. not that her conscience wasn't exactly pointing due north, she still had a heart. occasionally. "remember to study for your finals, and i will see you all tomorrow." her prof said loudly, jolting her out of her thoughts. she packed her things up quickly and followed her potential assignment to his next class, slipping in the back room of the lecture hall to study him for a bit. she had her own class to go to, but if there was one thing that charlotte was good at, it was reading people. even the most minuscule of things caught her eyes. she could give you a full report of someone just based off what they gave off through their body language. after a half hour, she left the classroom, skipping her own. she needed to study the guy outside of school because while he did seem like a complete nerd, something about him was just off. she stopped by the library and opened up her mac book pro, doing a little student body research on the boy. he was in every nerd club possible. from chess to computer science, straight down to world of warcraft president. at the time, all she could think about was face palming, wondering how the hell a nerd like him could even be suspected as the bad guy. it just didn't seem to add up. but at the same time, despite the fact that she didn't think she was a bad guy, she could say the same thing about herself. no one would ever suspect that a dumb blonde who giggled and said "like" every other word could possibly be someone who tortured bad guys to death for information. however, if she were to defend her honor, she'd tell the world that she wasn't actually dumb. in fact, she was a straight a student. or she could be if she didn't purposely do bad on her assignments and tests. she had a photographic memory. it wasn't possible for someone who had that kind of gift to be pulling a c- average. but for her sake and her own protection, she had to keep up her dumb blonde role. she sighed, she would leave it alone for now. in the mean time, she just wanted to catch up on her sleep. she drove back home and parked off to the side. she made her way into her home, but paused at the main entrance when she heard a sound in the house. she immediately took on her killer identity. one that was hyper aware of her surrounding. no one was supposed to be home at this hour. cameron was at work. so either someone was robbing her, or it was one of her many enemies trying to dig up some clues on her. she slipped off her heels silently and gently placed them on the floor without a sound, standing on her tip toe as she made her way around the house. she stopped by the kitchen to grab one of the many knives. nothing seemed to particularly catch her eye. that was, until she hit her bedroom. something was out of place. it was on the tip of her tongue, but at the moment she just couldn't pinpoint what. all she knew was that something was off because everything had its place and there was a place for everything. she narrowed her eyes before moving down the hallway towards her study where she had initially heard the noise. she stopped at the doorway, looking at the back of, to her surprise, cameron. she immediately hid the knife in her sleeves before knocking on the door of the room, "oh, hey cameron! like, what are you doing home so like early?" she asked, trying to keep her tone light and not accusatory. the last thing she needed to happen was for him to suspect her of anything. but something about him being at home just didn't sit right with her. "like, for a second, i thought you were like a burglar or something." she said with a giggle even though all she wanted to do was narrow her eyes at him, and ask him who the hell he was. she had been suspicious of him for a while now. he seemed like an overall nice guy, but paranoia or not, her gut instinct told her otherwise. he was too questioning, too nice, and too eager to try to get to know her more. if she hadn't been born to be suspicious of everyone, she probably wouldn't have thought anything of it other than that maybe he was just trying to be friendly. however, growing up in an environment like her's, you didn't trust anyone- especially the friendly ones. [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing:; font-size: 10px; padding-bottom: -10px; text-align: center;]Ten years of this, I'm not sure if anybody understands. [/style] |