You're The Voice I Hear Inside My Head.

I'm saying goodbye to Buzznet.
It hurts too much to come onto this site anymore.

Dec 24, 2006.

I met this amazing girl on here.
She changed me alot.
She saved my life.
She was everything I wanted.

But obviously, she'd never be mine.
But oh well. Opportunities come and go.
And I was a terrible best friend.

I gave up our friendship because I was jealous.
I told myself I wouldn't become jealous and fuck things up.
But thats what you get when you let your heart win; right?


I'm barely getting by.
Each day, each second- it gets traveled back to how things used to be.
Best Friends Forever.

Watch how you say it.
Fate may just come and bite you in the ass.


There isn't one day that I don't break down and start crying because I wish things would have gone different.


Everything happens for a reason.

I just don't know why this happened.






Goodbye.

 

 

I'm so sure a few people will read this; and not believe one word.
But I speak honesty.
Nothing less.
Go ahead, talk shit.

Dont care.

 

"Situations are irrelevant now. She loves the way that I tease. I love the way that she breathes." were the words that suddenly woke me up.
I jumped and reached for my cellphone on the nightstand.

Once I had the phone in my hand, I brought it closer to my eyes to read the screen.

" ;) calling" read the screen.

"Hello?" I said very sleepily.

"Maria, what the hell? I've been texting you for the past few hours. What's wrong?" She asked.

I sighed, "Addie, I don't wanna move. And sorry about the texts... I sorta fell asleep."
I sat up a bit more and let my eyes scan my clock. It was now 4:30 pm. I'd slept for about five hours.

"Ohh, well if you fell asleep then that's alright. And you're gonna have to move no matter what, love. So you can't try to change that." She sighed.
Tears were now welling up in my eyes. She was so understanding and sweet. This was one of the many reasons that she's my best friend.

I would die without her.... I'm going to die without her now.

I took a deep breath to calm down and to hopefully not get me crying again.

"I know. I just wish that I were two years older, so that I could make my own decisions instead of letting this monster control my whole life. Oh, and did I mention that she won't let me see Matt at all?!" I said.

"What?!" I could imagine her facial expression.

"Yeah. She told me she'd kill me even if I tried talking to him." I groaned and moved my body so that my back was being supported by the headboard.
"Your mom needs ALOT of help. What teenage girl can't see their boyfriend on their lats weekend in town?" she sounded pissed, probably more pissed than I was.

"Yeah, but I text messaged Matt earlier and I'm supposed to talk to him sometime tonight and see what we're doing. I don't care what this bitch says, I'm sneaking out and goign to stay with him tonight." I smiled.
Tonight would be our last night together. DO you honestly think I had nothing in mind or planned?
"Oooh la laa. DOn't have too much fun. And we're stull on for tomorrow biatch." she said cheerfully.

"Oh yes. Party then sleepover. I just gotta be home by 2 pm on Sunday because that's when we're leaving." I frowned.
"Okay, that's fine. But um, I'm sorry but I gotta get ready to go to work now, Maria. So I'll talk to you tomorrow." She said.

"Alright have fun working." I laughed lightly.

"Oh we both know who's gonna be having the most fun." She laughed.

"Haha, funny. Kay I love you." I managed to say in between laughs.
"Love ya too. Byeee." She sounded a bit too cheery now.

"Byee." I closed my flip phone, ending the call.

Once the phone was closed, I opened it back up and it indicated that I had a few text messages and a few missed calls.
The text messages were all from Adeline and the missed calls were from both Adeline and Matt.
I deleted all of the messages from Addie and disregarded her calls. I then pushed the call back button to call back Matt.
It rang twice before I heard the voice that still gave me the butterflies.

"Hey baby. How are you?" he asked.

My heart began racing. He and I both knew how crazy 'baby' made me feel. He only did it to tease me.

"Hey lover. I'm doing alright. I fell asleep so that's why I didn't get your call. How're you?" I asked, gidgeting with my necklace.
"I'm a bit lonely, but I'll deal and that's alright. I either figured your mother was lecturing you again or you were doing something else." He said.

He sounded bummed down. Probably because he knew that we wouldn't be able to get together at all.
But little did he know that I was packing my overnight bag as we were talking.

"Aw, well you won't be lonely for long. You busy?" i asked, getting the last items that I needed inside my little backpack.

"No, why?" he asked curiously.

"You think you could come and give me a rude to this amazing guy's house?" I asked playfully.

"What? What guy?" He asked, getting all defensive.
I laughed, "Matt, you're too funny. But I love you. Your house, silly."

He laughed lightly, "Oh. But your mom gave me a call today and said if I even so much as think of you- I'm a dead man."

"Ugh, that bitch. I don't care what she says. I wanna stay with you one last time. So please come pick me up?" I asked getting on my sweater and made my way to the bathroom to quickly check how my hair looked.

"Anything for you, baby. I'll be there in five minutes. Be ready." he smiled, or at least that's what it sounded like.
"Already am. I'll be waiting." I smiled.
"Bye." he said so calmly and I repeated.
I put my phone in my back right pocket and brushed my hair so it would look semi-normal.

I then threw my backpack over my shoulders and made my wy downstairs to see where the devil herself was.
"Mom?" I called out.
No answer.

I then listened carefully.
A car was leaving. Ha.
But just then the front door opened.
"Maria? Maria, it's Lucy." she called out.
Great. Babysitter.
I walked over to her.
"Hey Maria. You look good. How have you been?" this middle aged Mexican woman asked.
"Thanks and I've been alright. Just lonely because my mother won't let me see my boyfriend at all. But Lucy, I'm going for a walk so I'll be in soon." I said and practically ran out of the house.
Byt the time I was outside, I could see Matt's car pulling up.
I quickly got in his car and greeted him with a kiss.

"I missed seeing you." I said to him, just taking a good look at him.

We shared eye contact for a few seconds, "I missed seeing your beautiful face."
I smiled and put on my seatbelt while he put the car back in drive and drove off.

"You know Maria..." He started.
I turned my head to look at him, "Yes?"
His loving, deep blue eyes looked into my rich brown eyes, and he grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth, "I love you, so much baby. I'm gonna really miss you."
A soft, warm kiss was planted on the back of my hand.

A shock of excitement ran through my body, "Matt, I love you with all my heart. I'm going to miss you with every drop of blood in my body."
He smiled at me and let my hand go, "Promise me something?"
I smiled back and looked at him again, "What?"

"Promise me you'll never forget me?"

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haha, I love you guys so much that I put a little cliffhanger in.
Man, I missed writing.
This fanfic will probably get an update once a week or once every two weeks depending on how much work at school I need to get done.
Thank you for reading =]!

and *cough*, if youre wondering. Expect some AllTimeLow ;] during this fanfic.
Enjoy :)

     "But Mom," I whined.
She sighed, "Maria, if I hear you whine once more, I will give you something to whine about."

            I groaned and dramatically walked away from the monster that was called my mother. She’d always had something against me since my father left seven years ago. I was only nine; which would make me sixteen now. I had just gotten my driver’s permit due to my grandparents forcing my mother to actually sign the paper, allowing me to get my permit. But my permit is not of concern here. My mother is forcing me to move my entire life, everything I grew up knowing, to a new place where I knew no one and where no one cared about me. This is my hometown; where I grew up--Where my heart lies.
            Oh god.
I’m going to be leaving my best friend, my boyfriend, my job, the room that I’d grown up in.
Everything.
She obviously doesn’t understand how drastic this is for me.
Once I reached the security of my own room, I slammed the door, and let out a short scream to release some frustration.
Yes, I know, very immature move.
But too bad, you try dealing with this.
I felt a sudden vibration coming from my left jean pocket.
I shuffled quickly, still slightly frightened, to get my cell phone out of my pocket and see if I had an incoming call or a text message.
It was a text message.

Hey Baby, I’m going to work right now, so I wont be able to call you like I’d promised. I’m running kinda late.
I’ll call you around 6 to see if you’re busy or not to go out one last time before you leave.. I love you, Maria. :] ttyl.
-Matt.

            Nice going mom. Tear my heart away as well while you’re at it.
I pouted while tears began forming in my eyes. I replied back saying that it was alright and that I’d talk to him tonight, and of course that I loved him with my entire heart.
’You know, you might meet someone new there?’  I remember my mom told me in the beginning of her “talk” to me that one night when she first piled this onto me.
I sighed, and after I was done texting Matt back, I decided to call Adeline- my best friend for about 4 years now.
We were so close; we were just like sisters.
I quickly typed out her phone number, by memory, and pressed the ‘call’ button and waited to hear ringing. I heard about six rings before it went to voicemail.
            “Hey, you reached my cell. You know what to do…. “ was said before a beep was sounded.
I left her a message saying to call me back whenever she had the chance. I tried to not sound like I had been crying or wasn’t sad. But knowing her, she’d tell right away. She always could….
She was the only person who could read me like a book. I guess you get that ability when you’ve been friends with someone for so long.
I crept to my bed, threw my phone on the nightstand and let my body just fall onto the queen-sized mattress, not caring how much it would hurt. I’m hurting so much on the inside, what more could some pain on the outside do.
Now see, if I were into that whole cutting thing, here’s where I’d take out my little box of sharp objects and hack away at my skin. But nope.
I’ve been clean of cutting for a good two years now. So there will be no cutting—just lots and lots of crying… and screaming for that matter.
I really just need to get out and get away from this monster.
We’re moving, all because of some stupid job. Wow, what’s a few extra dollars gonna do?
”Pay more bills,” she replied.
She always had an answer for everything. Smartass.
Eh, well I wont be getting out tonight unless I sneak out of the house to be with Matt one last time.
Tell me, how many girls do you know that have a boyfriend and cant go on a date with them, when its your last weekend in town, because your mother deprives you from seeing him?
Hopefully she’ll leave to go out partying like she normally does and gets me a babysitter.
I made a noise in disgust.
Even though I’m sixteen, she still sees the need for me to have a babysitter when she leaves the house.
You know, just to piss her off I should get pregnant. Then see how she lets me out.
”How the fuck did you get pregnant?”
”Well see, I wouldn’t have gotten pregnant if you wouldn’t have deprived me from being an actual teenager like I am. When you deprive a teenager from something, it only makes them wanna do it more. You wouldn’t let me go out with Matt… so I snuck out, had sex with him, and tada! I’m pregnant.”
Oh yes, that would go so smoothly.
I sighed and looked over at my digital alarm clock.
It read: 11:10am.
Great, I have the whole day to moan and groan about something I can’t change.
What school doesn’t have school on my last weekend in town?
Just my luck though.
I’ve never been lucky. I’ll never see those friends again. I told a few people, but not all of them. So on Monday when the morning bell rings and my seat is empty, people will know.
I layed my head back down on my pillow, closed my eyes, and tried to think of happier times.
Damn, was this the most horrible position that I’ve ever been put in, or what?

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Why hello my fellow buzzneters :]
I'm back again ish.
I started writing another fanfic just because of what I'm going through.
Feel free to buzz, comment and read this one.
I promise you, it will be like no other =]
<3

WOOOPPP!
It's finally overr :D
I really don't know about the ending.
I'm sorry.
It was the best I could do. I think I cheated you all.
BUT IM SORRY.
I have no passion for writing.. so it was the best I could do =]
I really hope you enjoyed this fic.
I still prefer Tasha and Ryan over Brina and Gerard ;P
Well. I guess.
This is goodbyee =[[

whorefaced_brina@hotmail.com
MSN? yeahhh =]]

I FUCKING LOVE YOU ALLLL :DD
<33333333
BrinahhhH!

 

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(Part 23)

        I cursed under my breath as I felt the cool air of Fall hitting me as I walked up to the front door of a house, enraged.
I knocked, ferociously on the door, “Oh Dr. P. You have a visitor.”
Yes.
I talked to Skeleton about EVERYTHING.
She told me not to make any rash decisions.
But that’s of the past.
He messed with Bri, and when someone does that, they’re messing with me.
I heard something moving inside.
I decided to know again, “Oh, Doctor P?”
I heard a familiar noise.
He had cocked a gun.
Wonderful.
He’s playing my game now.
I pulled out my gun, and rammed into the door so it would open itself.
While I did so, I cocked my gun so he wouldn’t hear.
I’m guessing he’s hiding on the wall on the left side of the door.
I kicked the door all the way open so it would hit the wall aside of it.
I heard a groan.
Perfect.
I then went to him, threw his gun out of his hands and aimed mine at him.
”Shut the door,” I ordered.
He did so, but he was shaking a bit.
”Hey, you’re the one that took out a gun. I was just coming to talk. THEN think about killing you for screwing up,”I said to him.
He raised his hands, “What do you want from me?”
I shrugged my shoulders, “Oh, I don’t know. Just some information about your latest operation.”
He looked nervous.
”I know you messed up on the mind-erasing operation. I’m not stupid. Now, tell me what will happen to the girl, or I’ll kill you right here.. right now. Got it?” I asked him.
”I… I don’t know what you’re talking about-“HE said but I cut him off.
”Oh, no no no no. Don’t play this game with me,” I demanded and went closer to him.
Oh, how I missed this.
For the past few years, I hadn’t been in this type of predicament.
But you see, I love these types of predicaments.
”Alright alright, just don’t hurt me. I’ll tell you anything and everything I know,” He said, fearing me.
”Good job. Now, first question,” I said as I stepped closer to him now.
”What did you do to her?” I asked.
”I… I..” he mumbled.
I punched him square in the jaw, “You?”
His hands met his chin, “Look- all I did was I switched veins. I was supposed to attach the machine to one, but accidentally attached it to a different ont.”
”What about her memory?” I asked.
”It’s not gone. Just temporarily out of service. Something drastic has to happen with her thoughts for her to gain it back,” he said.
”And let’s just say she fainted. What’s the cause of that?” I asked.
His eyes popped open, “Then that means something drastic needs to happen soon… or else..” He stuttered.
”Or else what?” I asked.
”Or else her memory will never come back.”

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”What? That’s crazy,” Sympathy said.
”Actually, it makes a lot of sense,” Skeleton said.
”Yeah, well that’s what he told me. I just don’t know what the something has to be to be drastic,” I said.
You guessed it.
Meeting.
Again.
”Well, she found out about Tiff. Wasn’t that drastic enough?” Ripp asked.
Roxi was NOT in the meeting.
She had to watch Bri, plus Ripp nor Roxi wanted to be in the same room as one another.
”Well, maybe it’s not supposed to be sad drastic. How about happy drastic?” Sympathy asked.
”What? There is no happy kind of drastic,” I paused, “Is there?”
Sympathy sighed, “Ever watch those Disney movies as a child, Gee?”
I shook my head, “No, I wasn’t into that mushy, crappy stuff.”
”It’s not crappy. I’ll give you a list of movies to watch and learn from. Try to do what they do, to Bri. She loves Disney movies. Well loved. Wouldn’t that be a good idea?” Sympathy asked.
”You mean Prince Charming stuff, Sym?” Skeleton asked.
”Yes! Exactly that,” She replied.
I just looked at Ripp, and he shrugged his shoulders, “You never know man. It could work.”
I sighed, “Fine. I’ll do it. But if it doesn’t work then-“
A banging on the door stopped me, mid-sentence.
”Yes?” Skeleton asked.
”Gee.. she’s talking in her sleep. Will someone PLEASE come and hear this? I’m worried.” Roxi said.
Skeletong pushed the button and we all rushed to where Bri was.
She was, in fact talking in her sleep.
About what?
I don’t know.
I listened a bit more.
I cursed under my breath.
”What?” Ripp asked me.
I looked him in the eyes, “I know what drastic is,”
I paused…
”She wants…”I took a deep breath and looked at Bri, “Love.”
Everyone was confused.
She was speaking her thoughts from that night I took her out.
Our.. first… date.
=[

 

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(Brina’s POV)

Okay, THAT was weird.
I just grabbed curling cream over my straightener.
Hmm.
Everything I did always felt so off.
It’s like haf of me wanted to do one thing, and the other half wanted to do another.
I remember nothing of being unconscious for 3 days.
Roxi had explained a few things.
I remember dreams though.
One of them, was a nightmare, the other…
I smiled, then stopped smiling.
No.
Bri.
You can NOT start falling for him. You BARELY even know the guy!
Gerard..
I shook my head and looked at myself in the mirror, “No. Just, no.”
Yes, I talked to myself. I’ve realized this which scared me a bit the first time I caught myself doing so.
I then applied some curling cream to my damp hair.
I was in a completely different house, yet most of my things were in this one room.
The one thing that I knew for sure that was missing was my laptop.
I knew I had a laptop, I just could tell.
After I was done fixing my hair and applied a bit of eyeliner, I went to look for Roxi.

(Gerard’s POV)
”Nah, I’ll call you later. I’m just feeling real tired, that’s all,” I said into the phone to my brother.
”Alright. Get some sleep, and call me whenever you get the chance,” Mikey said.
”Okay, bye.”
”Bye,” I then hung up and put the phone back down on the charger.
I felt like getting some fresh air. Too much stress lately.
I grabbed the closest hoodie near me, put it on and made my way to the back porch of Skeleton’s house.
I never liked the front porch.
Too many people.
As I went through the door, I was startled.
Someone else was out on the back porch.
They jumped in panic a they heard me.
I couldn’t tell who it was because they had their hood up and it was a black hoodie.
The person’s face turned, tear-stained and all.
Brina.
I shut the door and quickly went by her side, “What’s wrong?”
She wiped her tears and forced a fake smile, “Nothing.”
”Lies,”
She just looked to the ground and I sat in the chair next to hers, worried.
”I don’t know. I just.. don’t feel happy I guess.” She managed to say in between sniffles.
I frowned, would I have to try out that drastic move tonight?
I think so; but I wasn’t ready.
Oh well.
”Hey Bri. I need to tell you something…” I said which made her look directly at me.
”Well, I’m here. You’re here. Talk.”

Nothing changed.
When she was angry or sad, she always cut deep.
”I.. well. Hm.” I said in deep thought.
How could I tell her.
”Mm, wait there.” I said and grabbed something out of my pocket.
Her eyes lit up, “I recognize that.. but from where?”
”Well Bri- there’s something no one hasn’t told you abou-“ I got cut off.
”Gerard. WE need to talk.. now!”
”Oh my god,” I whispered before I turned around to face HER.
I rolled my eyes, “I’ll be right back, Bri.”
I then entered the house once more, shoving the ring back in my pocket.
”What do you want?” I asked.
”Well, first off, why didn’t you tell me about everything?” Sara asked.
I sighed, “WHAT is your problem? I never liked you like that. I broke up with YOU. You were the one that didn’t follow through with the break up. Not me. So I’d really appreciate it if you could just move the fuck on and stop thinking I’m your boyfriend,” I said to her and stormed off to my room, leaving her in tears.
I was so angry that I just fell on my bed, punched the pillow a few times, and before I knew it, it was morning once more.
”Shit, " I said out loud once I realized that I hadn't gone through with the plan that I wanted to.
”Fuck,” I said out loud again.
I quickly got up and out of bed, grabbed some clothes, and headed to take a shower.
After a shower, I’d figure out how I would do this.

(Brina’s POV)
”Brina! Get a hold of yourself. I’m sure he is somewhere. Don’t stress alright?” Roxi asked me.
I sighed, “Yeah, but I’m sorry. He like totally disappeared when he said he’d be back soon. And I haven’t seen him since..”
”Bri, chill. He’s somewhere. Let’s go for some coffee, ey?” She asked me.
She knew what I loved and how to cheer me up, and that is why she is my best friend.
I let out a small smile, “That’s my Brina.”
So, we went to that coffee shop.
The little one where SOOO many people went to.
I loved it, but I hated the fact that it was always so crowded.
Roxi got some type of coffee shooter thing, and I just settled with a good old cup of Joe.
We didn’t get anything else, besides coffee.
I wasn’t hungry.
I was merely drinking coffee to take my mind off of Gerard.
But, one thing I just didn’t understand was-
How did I recognize that ring?
And why did it make me feel so happy?
I mean, it’s only a ring right?
Who knows.
It might have been Tiffs.
Right here, right now, I had no id-

”OW,” pain coming from my upper arm stopped my thoughts.
I stood up, facing the thing that caused my pain.
”Ah, hello again,” He smirked.
”Oh god,” I muttered.
”Happy to see me?”
I scrunched up my face, “Uh, no. Last thing I REMEMBER, was that YOU set ME up. Soo, have any excuses for that one shitface?”
”Uh, what’s going on?” Roxi butted in.
”Oh, Rox, meet Zack. My traitor,” I said.
”Hey, I didn’t betray you. Someone else did. It wasn’t me. I was only trying to protect myself,” He said.
”Bullshit,”
”What? It’s the truth,” He has on his smirk that I remember so well.
”Oh really. Then why the fuck were you trying to shoot me on my way out of Ripp’s house, ey?” I asked, all tough.
He didn’t scare me.
I was the queen of killing, while he was just a newbie.
I had nothing to lose.
”Oh that,” He chuckled, “You see, I thought you would have forgotten that,”
My eyes popped open, “What? You wanna talk to be about forgetting things? Psh, please. But wait- how would you know about…”
”Oh, remember. I know things. And I’m not the one you should be angry with… ask your buddy Gerard,” he said and was gone.
”What the fuck was that?” Roxi asked, as I sat back down.
”Rox, I honestly don’t know. BUT, I know one thing..”

“What?” She asked.
”I need to talk to Gerard. He knows something that I don’t know. And I don’t like the feeling,” I said and we both finished up our coffees to get back to the house.
I had a feeling that Roxi knew this ‘secret’ but I just didn’t bother asking her.

(Gerard’s POV)
”What the hell did you do?” Ripp asked me.
”What did I do? What did YOU do? There’s something you’re not telling me, Ripp. And I really don’t appreciate you keeping secrets from me,” I said.
”Gee, look. I already told you, I just told her to watch her back, I didn’t mean for it to cause havoc. I just wanted to help, okay?” He asked sincerely.
I sighed, “Fine.”


(About an hour later)
I decided to sit outside once more.
I had been sitting outside for about an hour now.
All of a sudden, I heard crying.
It was getting closer.
Then I heard the door open and slam shut, and she fell to the floor in complete desperation.
”Oh my god. What’s wrong?” I asked, going to her side.
Her tear-stained face became visible as her hurt eyes looked into mine.
”Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked.
”Tell you what?” I asked, cluelessly.
”That I was just a fucking rat. A used rat, only used for people’s business?” She screamed.
My heart hurt.
She had sort of found out.
But how?
”Who told you that?” I asked, trying to use psychology.
She kept sniffling, “Ripp,”
”WHAT?!” I felt a wave of rage go through me.
”I don’t know, Gee. I’m sick and tired of not knowing. What is going on with me and my life?” She asked, so hurt.
I stopped thinking so angrily, and tried to put myself in her shoes.
This girl had everything going for her, before they came.
Those fucking CIA agents.
Fucking Zack.
I shook my head.
”Bri,” I said, and lifted her head so I could see her face,
I took a deep breath.
”I love you,”
And our lips crashed together.
She stopped crying and started kissing back.
It was like a glimpse of heaving, just kissing her.
Her lips tasted so sweet, so soft.
I longed for this moment.
I really did love her.
It took me this long to realize this.
The kiss lasted for about a full minute before she backed away.
”Gee, I don’t think I’m feeling soo…”
And that was it.
She had fallen.
Blacked out.
Completely.
”Oh no, what have I done?”

(Brina’s POV)
I was in a dark room.
Every few minutes I’d see a little video ish.
or well, that’s what it seemed like.
One was of Gerard.
We were both dressed up, I guess on a date?
We were kissing.
The next one was seeing Tiff all tied up and her skin all cut open and a pool of blood on the floor.
The next was of me and Roxi.
We were in a car, singing, giggling, having fun.
The next, was when I was a child.
In the orphan’s home, alone, and looking out the window one rainy night.
These really happened.
They all have.
Then, it hit me.
I had a deal to seal,

with Don.

That’s when I saw everything.
My eyes popped open to find a bunch of people surrounding my bed.
”Are you alright?” Gerard asked me.
”Yeah, I am. Where’s Skeleton?” I asked, getting out of bed fastly which I think shocked some people.
I knew of everything know.
And I wouldn’t sleep til I’d get my revenge.
”She’s in her room…” Someone said after I was out of the room.
I practically sped walked to Skeleton’s room, with people following me close behind.
I knocked on her door pretty loudly.
”Who’s there?” She asked.
”Bullet, Let me in.” I demanded.
The door was opened.
”Yes, Brina?” She asked, people now were caught up to me, filling in the room, looks of confusion painted their faces.
I smiled, “I know what I want,”
”And that is?” Skeleton asked.
”Revenge,” Gerard said.


(Roxi’s POV)
”Oh come ON RIPP! We’re gonna be late!” I screamed.
”Oh please. They can wait, or wait. Maybe they can’t.. you know- they both are like bunnies. They gotta do it every fucking minute.” He joked.
”Ah ha,” I said, straightening out my yellow dress.
I was the maid of honor, and Ripp was the best man.
Yeah, you guessed it.
A wedding.
Brina and Gerard’s wedding.
You see, after killing a major boss, the two wanted to be together, forever.
I found it cute really.
Two contract killers, getting married.
It’s never been done before.
Only because that since two would be married, they couldn’t be stopped.
So, no one risked it.
But these two.
They were both crazy.
Crazy for each other and just simply crazy.
They got most of the Don’s money, with the help of Zack.
Zack surprised us all, he was a part of the CIA.
Him and his crew have been trying for the past 10 years to frame the Don.
With the Don dead now, everyone would be happy.
And you know what,

That sounded just right to everyone.
Brina was finally happy, and as was Gerard.
And that’s all that mattered, right?
Well…

For me?
No.
But I have someone to tie up everynight have have some fun with.
So it’s all good.

All in all, the future looked pretty bright.
You just had to take your shades off to see the bright lights.

”Baby, what the FUCK are you doing?” he asked me.
”Baby, I’d tell you,” I paused and smiled, “But then, I’d have to kill you.”


THE END!! :DD

 

<33 Brinaahhh

Chyeahhh.
Updating.
I have a bit of the next part written so yeah.
Probably update soon ish?
I've been taking advantage of time in school.
I get done everyday before 12noon, so from 1-3, I write :DD
So chyeah.
I just have to watch what I write, because sometimes the teachers just poke their head into my cubby-desk, and ask me what I'm up to..
So yeah.
Enjoy =DD
<33 Brii

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EXCUSE THE SPELLING ERRORS.
I dont feel so well..


(Bri's POV)

I woke up the following morning with a terrible hang-over headache.
I moaned and got out of bed, gruggily.
I walked downstairs to the kitchen to get 3 pain killers for my pounding headache.
The house phone rang.
"Aw, shit. Not now," I said out loud and grabbed the phone.
"Hello?," I answered the phone.
"Bull- I mean, Brina, I just wanted to say thanks for yesterday," he said.
I signed and walked to the medicine cabinet and got 3 aspirins.
"It's fine, Zack," I said and took the pills.
I called him his first name ONLY because he didn't call me Bullet.
"Okay. So umm. Got any plans for tonight?," Vengeance asked.
He has been hitting on me for the LONGEST time.
"Yeah," I lied.
Sure, I wanted a relationship with someone, but I always put up a wall when it came to guys.
"Oh, o-okay," He said sounding disappointed.
There was an uncomfortable pause.
"Well, I'm kinda busy, so I'll talk to you later," I said getting annoyed.
"Okay, bye." He said and hung up.
I put the phone back on the charger.
I then walked to the computer room and turned on the computer to check my missions.
Usually some mysterious guy posted my missions on this website.
It was super secret; so only contract killers could get on it.
I've never seen my "secret" helper, nor have I talked to him, well not that I know of.
Don told me that he was sort of my partner.
He was a computer whiz.
If I needed him to break into a security system- I would just have to call him.
I rarely needed help, and even when I did need help- I never seemed to admit it.
Call it being stuck-up; but I just call it being m.
I clicked on 'New Messages', and was directed to a page to enter my personal password for extra security.
I entered the password with a little smile, and was directed to my missions page.
You ask how could I remember a password, but not my life?
I have NO fucking idea.
I opened the first message about a mission that I saw.
It informed me that my next mission was to get some sort of key for something from a guy named Tarantin.
Well, I could always just go in all bad-ass, or I could simply go as a whore.
Either would do.
It seemed, like with each minute passing, my mind would think more like an actually killer.
Like those ones that act as killers in movies, but of course, with real life problems.
After I read where he lived, and what exactly the key looked like, my clel phone rang.
It was always ringing- call after call after call.
Or at least thats what I have been experiencing the past few days.
It bugs the hell out of me.
I didn't look to see who it was.
"Hello?," I said into the phone.
"Yeah, Bullet?," He asked.
"Uh, yeah?," I asked, not knowing who this was.
"Could you come see the Don? He has something to tell you," he said.
His voice sounded SO familiar, but then again so are many other people's voice.
Whatever.
"Um, yeah sure. I'll be there shortly," I said.
"O-okay. Bye," he said.
"Bye," I felt like he wanted to say more, but he didn't.
I'm probably just hallucinating.
I clicked my phone off, and got off of the computer.
I went to my bedroom to get dressed to meet this 'Tarantin'.
I walked into my walk-in closet.
I bent down to retrieve a box on the floor, that I had found a few days ago, and fancied it.
I lifted up the box and set it on top of my bed.
I opened the box and laid each of the garments on the bed.
There was a lovely corset, a pair of lacey boy-short underwear, and a lacey garment thing for my leg.
Each of the garments were of white lace.
Since my skin naturally had a golden tan, the white lace contrasted against my skin just perfectly.
I got undressed and put on all of the garments.
I then found a black, almost floor-length coat, and a pair of black boots.
I put on the black coat and tied all of the strings on it so it was skin-tight.
I then put on the black boots.
I slid a small gun in my right boot.
I looked at myself in a body mirror that was hanging on a wall of one side of my room.
I smiled.
Perfect.
Then, I went inside the bathroom to do my hair.
The stitches would be coming out in about 3 days, so I still had to be careful of what I did with my hair.
I decided to put it up in a messy bun ish thing.
It was simple, but looked sultry with my outfit.
Within 5 minutes, I was done and ready to go, and made my way downstairs.
Just then, my cell phone rang, yet again.
I checked the Caller ID; it was a Private Number.
Hm.
"Hello?" I answered the phone.
"Hey hun," He said.
"Oh, it's you," I said sarcastically, having an idea on who this was.
"Yeah, too bad," he said playfully.
I laughed a bit.
"So.. what's wrong?" I asked.
"What? What gives you that thought?" He asked.
"Because that's WHY you call me," I laughed.
"Well, maybe I just wanted to say Hello. Did you ever think of that?" he asked.
"No," I said.
"Well, yeah. That's why I called you." He said.
You could hear that he was smiling.
"Very funny.. uh. Wait. What's your name again? Sorry, I forget alot of things." I said apologetically.
"It's okay. It's Gerard. Gerard Way." he said.
"Nicee, it's cute. Of course, you know mine." I smiled.
"Yeah, Okay well Brina- I wish I could have just called to say Hello, but I'm afraid I can't. I have some news. Important news.. and well some bad news." he said sadly.
I sighed.
"I knew it! Ha. Spill. Important news first," I said.
"Okay, well the guy that is next on your missions? Well there's been a change in plans. Well he's clean. It's his friend that has that damn key. And I'm PRETTY sure that you really know the guy who has it now," he said.
"Who?," I asked him.
"He goes by the name Ripp," he said.
Oh god.
"Are you fucking serious?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'm fucking serious," he said, making fun of my dirty vocabulary.
Great.
"Okay. So what's the BAD news?" I asked curiously.
"Well, I'm not supposed to be telling you this, but if I were you, I'd watch your back from here on out. I heard that someone, somewhere is planning an attack on you. No one knows but me because... well most people can't hack into other people's computers," he slightly laughed.

"Oh... okay. So someone wants me have me killed, ey?" I asked.
Wonderful.
"Yeah. I don't know MUCH about it.. but I will shortly. Don't worry, gorgeous. I wont let anything happen to ya. I'll call you in less than 15 minutes, okay?" he asked.
My jaw was dropped; because of two things.
One, I was going to be killed, and two, he called me gorgeous.
"O-okay. Thank you," I muttered.
"No problem, sweetheart. Now, we both have things to do. So I'll talk to you later," he said.
"Yeah, true. Bye," I said realizing that I had to have a little talk with Ripp.
"Bye," he said and I clicked off my phone and stuck it in the pocket of my tight jacket.
I grabbed my keys and made my way to Ripp's house.
As I pulled up to his house and cut off the engine of my car, I felt that I was being watched.
I looked around everywhere.
Nothing.
I opened up the glove compartment and pulled out a gun and stuck it inside the one side of my lacey bra.
Better.
I then grabbed my keys and got out of my car.
When I got to Ripp's front door, I just opened it instead of knocking.
I rarely knocked on doors.
"Hey sugar daddy, where are you?" I asked out loud, sarcastically, as I opened the door and walked in and shut the door behind me.
"Oh my god. What the fuck happened?" I said as I saw Ripp laying on the floor, against the sofa with his face all bruised, bloody and fucked up.
Just then my cell phone started ringing.
I quickly answered it.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Yeah, Bri. It's a set-up. There are about 20 men with guns outside of Ripp's house. Some other guy got the key from some other guy. I'm almost at Ripp's. Head toward Ripp's bathroom. There's an underground passage way leading into the sewer. Follow it to the 2nd street opening. I'll be there with a car. And bring Ripp," he said.
"You want me to bring HIM?" I asked.
"Yeah. He can help us," he said.
"Okay, bye," I said and clicked my phone off and stuck it back in my pocket.
I looked out the window and peeked outside to see how bad it was.
Just as I took a peek, a bullet came flying through the window.
Okay, this is bad.
Luckily, the person had bad aim and it came nowhere near me.
I then ran over to Ripp and helped him up.
He moaned.
"C'mon Ripp. You gotta help me. We have to go to your room and get into the sewer thing. Kay?" I asked him while I lifted him up.
He nodded, and gave some effort on trying to get up.
He was beat up badly.
We made it to his room quickly.
"Okay. Where is this passageway door?" I asked him.
He lifted his hand and pointed to the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom.
"Okay then. Where in the bathroom?" I asked.
"In... bath... tu-" he barely said, but I understood him.
"Okay. Bathtub. Let's go." I said and I half dragged him to the bathroom.
I heard a loud noise coming from the front of the house.
I decided to block off the only entrance into Ripp's bedroom.
I placed Ripp beside the bathtub for him to have some support to sit up, while I went to the front of Ripp's bedroom door.
I pulled the gun that was in my bra out.
I cocked it, and placed it in an upright position as I took guard behind the wall that was beside the door.
Slowly, I opened the door to see if anyone was there.
There was.
He was JUST about to shoot at me, but I pulled my trigger faster, and shit a bullet through his head.
Perfect shot.
I quickly shut the door, and tried to move the closest dresser in front of the door as fast as possible.
It took me about half a minute to get the dresser in front of that door.
I then ran to the bathroom to get out of here.
I lifted Ripp up again.
"Okay Ripp. Work with me. How does this work?" I asked him calmly but still panicky.
He just pointed to the shower head.
"What about the shower head?" I asked quickly.
"There's a keypad underneath it. Remove the covering." He said gaining some energy to talk.
"Okay, "I said as I sat him down on the edge of the bathtub divider.
I then pulled the shower head off with all of my might.
"Okay now wha-" I said but a noise from Ripp's bedroom door.
"Type in 1121 IN NOW!" he said sternly.
I did quickly and a crease in the corner of the bathtub appeared.
Ripp stood up stumbling.
He pushed on it.
"Help me," he said.
I rushed over to the corner and pushed.
I heard Ripp's bedroom door bust open just then.
I got a shock through my body and pushed hard.
Finally, the little hatch opened.
I half pushed Ripp into the opening as I heard someone making their way near the bathroom.
I pulled out my gun, aimed it in the direction of the door and worked my way into the opening backwards.
Just as I was entirely into the passageway, the bathroom door barged open and I was greeted by a familiar face.
"Hello Bribaby. Hate to do this. But orders from the boss," he said as he pulled the trigger on his gun.
I pulled the trigger of my gun only a second later than he did.
I felt a painful shock as I heard him cry out in pain.
Wonderful.
He shot my chest, or somewhere near my heart, but not my heart.
"Gah, goddamnmotherfucker!" I cried out loud as I tried with all my might to close the passageway door.
"Where'd he shoot you at?" Ripp asked me, noticing I was in pain.
Once I had completely shut the passageway door, I let my body slide down against the door to the floor.
He bent down in front of me and examined my wound.
"Ouch," he said and bit down on his teeth.
After about a monute passed while Ripp and I both applied pressure to my wound, I stood up with a bit of difficulty.
I was in fact losing blood at a fast rate as was Ripp.
I told him about Gerar- wait a minute!
Gerard was the name of the guy who told me about being a killer.
He was also my helper, but failed to mention that he was?
Ohkay then.
I told him about Gerard waiting for us in a car.
Stumbling more than half of the way, we finally made it to the 2nd street opening.
I climbed up first and Ripp followed.
Once we were both out of the sewer, we closed the hold up again and looked for a car.
We heard a beep come from a black van behind us, which made us jump in panic.
We turned around and looked at the driver.
"That's him," I informed Ripp.
He just nodded, and we both made our way to the van quickly, in case someone would see us.
"What's up with you both?" he asked us as we got in the backseats.
"Well, some guys decided to pummel the life outta me.." Ripp said.
".. And some guy shot me on our way out," I finished.
"Okay. Well you both can get cleaned up and what not at a safe place. We'll be there in a few. So just hang on tight," Gerard said.
He was right. We reached some house within five minutes.
BUT- there were guards everywhere.
Weird. Very weird.
"So, where ARE we?"I asked as we all made our way to the frotn door.
"I can't tell you," Gerard muttered.
"Why not?"I asked curiously.
"Because," he said simply as he tried to find the key to the front door.
"Because?" I asked.
He sighed, "I'd tell you, but then that would-" He said but the door swung open and a girl came out and smacked Ripp on the cheek.
"What the hell?" Ripp said.
"Bastard."
Wait.
"Roxi? What are YOU doing here?" I asked her.
A girl sighed, she was staggering in the doorway.
"HEY!" She said, and got everyone's attention.
"FIRST come inside. THEN you all can fight," she said and walked back inside.
Everyone shut up, and went inside.
Once the door was closed, the fighting resumed.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Roxi asked Ripp.
"Tell you about what?" Ripp asked her.
"What?" Gerard asked.
"Rox?" I asked Roxi.
She sighed, "he's my... my"
"Her boyfriend," Ripp finished.
Roxi frowned, "My shitty boyfriend, that forgot to mention just one thing."
"What's that?" Ripp asked.
Thats all I heard.
I blacked out.
Due from the loss of blood?
I think so.

(No One's POV)

Gerard quickly leaped over to Brina JUST in time to catch her before she hit the floor.
"Can you two just SHUT UP for one minute and help me out here?" he asked Roxi and Ripp.
They sighed and helped Gerard bring Brina to an empty bedroom.
"Ripp, get Skeleton. Rox, go get Sympathy," He told them.
They left in search of those 2 people.
Gerard didn't think that Bri fainted from loss of blood.
He positioned her body so that Sympathy could take the bullet out of Brina's arm the right way.
He looked at her face.
She looked less tough than before he first met her, but she didn't seem happy.
Who would?
He wouldn't like to be playing bait and have no idea about it.
He sighed and waiting until Roxi would show up with Sympathy and Ripp would show up with Skeleton.

(Gerard's POV)

"Gerard? You wanted to see me?" Skeleton asked, taking a look at Brina on the bed.
"Yeah. me and you NEED to talk. Really badly," I said.
"Alright. Well when you're done, you know where I'll be," she said and walked back to her room/office.
"Okay, where's this would of hers?" Sympathy asked, a first aid kit in hand.
I pointed to Bri's upper arm, "There."
She ripped Bri's sleeve off and took a look at it, "It's nothing to worry about. It didn't get too far into her arm, so I'll be able to get it out pretty fast."
"Alright. I'll be with Skeleton. Someone please stay with her just so when she wakes up, she won't be scared?" I asked, making my way to the door.
"Sure, no problem," Sympathy said, knowing that Ripp and Roxi would start arguing again.
I started for Skeleton's room.
I knew that Ripp was seeing someone, I just didn't know that it would be Brina's best friend.
I found it strange.
Bri's best friend, and my best friend- getting it on.
Hmm.
I shrugged the thought off as I knocked on Skel's door.
"Yeah?" she said.
I went in, shut the door behind me, sat down on a chair, and waited for every way out of the room would be sealed shut.
"Okay Gerard. What did you want to talk about?" she asked me.
Hm, which should I say first?.....

I'm very lyrical.
So that's why theres that quote on the coffin.
Light bulb because that reminds me that when I support things, I really do.
Like the light for Burma project.
I put a pic of me up, because it shows that I'm too shy to look you in the face, but I still know how to have fun.
I looove halloween, hence the necklace, but you cant really see it :
And I put a picture of me making a heart in a mirror, because I tend to give out my heart, and never really get it back.
My funeral... not such a materialistic thing..
Of course, there will be red and black everywhere.
And hopefully, someone recites some form of lyrics.
Or something because music is my life.
Without it, I'd be alreay dead.
Hope you like it :)
<33 Brii

WOOP.
Updating.. again.
This fanfic.
Is coming.
To an.
END.
Not now though..
In about 2 weeks or so... =|
kay?
Good.
Leave some love :DD

<333 Brii

 

ps- as you've noticed- if youve read the first part of I'd Tell You But Then I'd Have To Kill You- it has alot of those parts. but I had to change some of it, becoz it didn't fit.
So yeah. =DD
Exciting =]

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(Bri's POV)

I shook my head, wanting to get these thoughts out of my head.
No.
I couldn't be?

Could I?
Well, I did have the muscles for it...
And the clothes...
....and the secret, hidden guns and weapons that I found in really random places.
I guess I in-fact WAS a contract killer.
"Wonderful." I said out loud, once I walked into my bathroom.
It was now around 1 o'clock pm.
I had met with a black-haired guy that went by the name of Gerard.
He had the most gorgeous eyes.
But aside from that, he seemed really awesome.
I felt as if I knew him, but of course I didn't.
Roxi had told me last night that I had fallen the night before and hit my head.
Oh, and might I add, I have a few stitches that need to come out in two days.
Boys, would I have fun with doing my hair.... in pain.
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(A few days later)
(Bri's POV)


I had finally made up my mind. I didn't want to do this anymore.
I drove to his house and waited to be escorted to his room by the doorman.
I stopped at his door, trying to find the right words to say, lightly tapping the new scar I now would have at the side of my head.
I went to see some doctor that Roxi had recommended.
He told me that my memory would come back little by little and hopefully it would all return within a year.
I took a deep breath and gained posture and knocked on the door, waiting for permission to enter.
"Yes?" I heard from the other side of the door.
I opened the door.
"Ah, it's you Bullet." he said, slouching back in his chair, as if relieved to know that it was someone he knew.
I rolled my eyes.
"Why do you keep calling me that? I told you my name's Brina. Not Bullet!" I said.
"I call you bullet because it's what you are. You are..." He trailed off.
I just ignored him until I remembered why I came here.
".... and you're the best kil-" He said, but I interrupted him.
"Don." I said but he interrupted me.
"Pierre. I told you to call me Pierre, remember?" He asked.
"Yes, Pierre. I don't want it. I don't wanna do it anymore. I quit." I told him.
His eyes widened.
"Why don't you want to work for me anymore?" He pleaded more than asked.
"Because, I find it cruel to take someone's life away that I didn't even know!" I stressed.
"Bullet, do you hear yourself? You're my most skilled contract killer. No one can come up to you. You're the best of the best." He said.
He was right. I was the best contract killer, or so I was told.
Someone told me that I even kicked the top killer out of their status like about a month ago.
I was trained- to kill.
Nothing less.
It was my life.
ANd I was tired of it.
I found it cruel.
"How did I even start?" I asked Don.
"Well... you wanted to, remember?" He asked, a bit too tensely.
Something about my life didn't feel right.
Ever since 2 days ago, something has just felt...off.
But that's probably just because I fell on my head.
"No. I don't remember." I said toughly.
"Bullet- you are a contract killer- MY contract killer. You signed to work for me for 5 years. You can't quit," He paused, "But if you don't cooperate with me- you know the rules."
"What? So if I say no, you're gonna kill ME?" I asked, liking the fact that I could easily beat him down ANYDAY.
"You heard me. Don't make me repeat myself. Now, if you don't mind- I have other things to attend to." He said in his Italian accent.
I got the clue and left the room.
As I was walking out, my blue eyes met these thick, rich, beautiful brown eyes that seemed to burn through me.
He looked familiar, but I was sure I didn't know him.
There was this certain look in his eyes.. a look of happiness.. desire.. something.
Then it turned pale- like lost or something.
He then went into the Don's room.
I heard the door shut behind me as I walked to the front door to get my jacket.
The doorman handed me my jacket.
"Good day, Bullet." He saluted me as I exited the huge mansion.
I rolled my eyes and said, "You too."
I then angrily went to my car, put it in drive and headed toward the closest liquor store.
I figured alcohol would do me some good.
I found a liquor store, went in and bought Vodka and some Rum.
When I went to the cashier, I was carded.
Weird.
I looked old enough, but they got the impression that I was a minor.
I sighed and showed the cashier my driver's license.
I was in fact 21- exactly 21, but I don't remember having a bash out party.
The cashier apolagized and rung up the Vodka and Rum.
I payed for the items, and made my way back to my car.
I drove to my house, well not MY house. It was Tiff's.
But I guess that I now owned it.
I parked the car in the driveway, and went inside my house.
I threw my jacket on a chair, and sat down at the kitchen island.
I opened the bottle of Vodka first. I downed about half of the bottle before my cell phone started ringing.
I checked the ID to see who it was.
It was Zack Vengence.
Gruggily, I answered it.
"Hello?" I said into the phone, almost at the point of slurring.
"Bullet, I need back-up." he said.
I sighed.
"Fine. Where?" I asked, pissed that I wouldn't be able to down any more alcohol for probably another 2 hours.
"At Ripp's." he said out of breath.
"Ha! That fucker isn't dead yet?" I asked shocked.
"No, Don just wants his money, and Ripp's not cooperating." he said.
"Fine. I'll be there." I said and hung up the phone without caring if Vengence wanted to say anything else.
Bitchy much?
Vengence was a newbie at killing.
He was under me, supposably.
I only found out yesterday, right before I found out that I was a VERY professional contract killer.
Don wanted me to teach him the trade; so I was sort of his babysitter.
He's been under me for the past 2 years, I guess.
I don't remember how I met him, but I met him somehow.
Just a week ago, he went solo, as I've been told- thanks to Don.
So he's been calling me non-stop for back-up the past day and a half.
I walked over to the medicine cabinet, where I had some weapons hidden.
I opened it and grabbed my 2 defense weapons- a knife that looked quite interesting to me, and a gun that caught my attention.
Roxi told me a bit about all of my weapons.
I put the knife in the holder that I had attached to my right leg, and I put the gun in the holder that I had attached near my left shoulder.
Then, I walked out of the house with my car keys, got in my car, and drove to Ripp's house, which I crazily knew the way to.
Roxi told me that Ripp was the Don's little problem.
I really missed Tiff.
People told me that my foster mother made me go into training.
She trained me.
She taught me all I know.
She was the best of her time.
I'm going to take this killing thing seriously, because Tiff was murdered.
I don't care WHAT people tell me.
But I just had a feeling in my gut that she was murdered.
I don't know who, but I was going to find out.
No one knows actually who killed her- but I heard that she was found tied up with slits in her skin and a bullet through her head.
I was the 2nd person to find her.
The first was Roxi Die Romantic.
She was my friend since I met Tiff.
I parked the car, and walked up to the front door of Ripp's house.
I barged it open and found Vengence and Ripp holding each other's throats.
I shook my head and sighed.
'Boys .... will only be boys.. Nothing else.' I thought.
I walked up to the boys and brought my body to the floor with my leg extended and did a 180 degree turn, making them both fall on the floor.
I stood up, pulled out my gun, cocked it, and pointed it at Ripp.
"How many times do I have to do this, Ripp?" I asked him, for some reason, I had a feeling that I had done this many times before.
"Oh, you know you love seeing me." Ripp said while winking at me.
"Get over yourself, Ripp." I said disgusted while locking my arms in place with my gun pointed firmly at Ripp.
Vengence was still on the floor.
God, this boy was NOT fit for this job.
"Get up!" I said to Vengence.
"Oh." he said.
I shook my head in disbelief.
Why did Don think that Vengence could be a solo contract killer?
"Ripp.. where's Don's money?" I asked Ripp.
He shrugged his shoulders and calmly said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
I sighed.
"Why do you even TRY to play this game with me? I know you're bullshitting. So where's Don's money?" I asked.
He stood up calmly, not caring that I had a gun pointed at him.
"Sweetheart, I told you. I have no idea what you're talking about." he said while straightening his black long sleeve button down shirt.
He was quite the charmer.
For his good looks, he was good.
Too good.
But it's not time to fall for the bad guys, now is it?
I lowered my gun to my side, and smiled slightly.
"Oh, okay. You don't know.." I said calmly, breaking down my toughness.
I then quickly brought my fist to his jawbone.
His hand then grabbed his jawbone as I re-positioned my gun to be aimed at him.
"Each time, you get stronger, love." he said.
I sighed.
"Just give me the fucking money! I don't have time to play games with you Ripp!" I said angrily.
"Fine. But only because I hate to see a beautiful lady such as yourself get angry." he said and reached into a box on top of a table nearby.
He then handed me the money.
I grabbed it furiously, handed it to Vengeance, and made my way to the front door of Ripp's house.
"I'll see you next time, sweetcakes." Ripp said.
I then spun on my heel and approached him once more, punching his nose.
"See, she wants me." Ripp told Vengence.
"You're crazy." I said.
"Crazy for you." Ripp said.
"Ahh." I shouted, threw my hands in the air and went to my car.
I started to engine, and headed home to down the rest of the Vodka that I had been drinking earlier.

Damn, is my life fucked up... and filled with so many things that only confused me.

Not much to say. Hereyou are :DD

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(Roxi's POV)
"Where is she?" Sympathy asked me.
I sighed, "She's up in her room. After she found out that Tiff was dead, she had insisted on locking herself in her room and has been crying for the past hour or so."
"Wow. She seems a bit off. Like more vulnerable?" she asked.
"Actually, yeah. She does. She doesn't have her 'wall' there. I guess she changed when she signed up with Don," I paused, "..should we tell her about Don?"
Sympathy's face shrunched up, "I don't know."
"Hmmn, well I think I should talk to Skeleton." I said sincerely.
Sympathy looked shocked, "You're with Skeleton? But.. I thought you were with the Don?"
I sighed and nodded, "Yes, but I'm undercover. So keep it a SECRET?"
"Oh of course. Don't worry. It's safe with me." She paused and listened to the cries coming from Bri's room.
"She's really crying. Wow. I've never heard her cry before. Ya know?" She said, a frown now taking over her lips.
I shook my head, "I know. I feel so bad for her. She's never actually cried. Well, for the time that I've know her, she hasn't. I didn't know that this 'mind-erasing' thing would turn out like this."
"I know." She said.

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"What do you mean there's nothing we can do?" I asked, in disbelief, almost in tears.
"I'm sorry Rox, we can't do anything. We just have to let it come back to her on her own. And inside source has only told me so much, and I can only say so much. Rox?" Skeleton said.
I wiped the tears rolling down my cheeks, "What?"
Sympathy handed me a tissue.
"Bri and you are going to have to move in with me." She said, stating the obvious.
"Well, I don't know if Bri would agree. I mean she doesn't even know about you OR Don." I said.
"Plus, that's the house that she had grown up in. I highly doubt that she'll give it up. It's the last thing that she has of Tiff's." Sympathy added, while I blew my nose a bit.
"True. Well someone's gonna have to tell her about her being a very very professional contract killer. But, mention the Don. Let her work for him for a while. Since she's much more vulnerable, I highly doubt that she'll stay with him for more than 2 weeks. He has absolutely NO respect for his workers. So yeah. Someone's gotta tell her." Skeleton said.
"I'll-" Sympathy started.
"I'll do it." A guy chimed in.
We of course were in a meeting.
It was the few of us who knew about this mission.
I looked at him with confusion.
"What? Do you even KNOW her?" I started getting all defensive.
"I promise you- I'm not JUST a friend of hers." He said, sitting up in his chair.
Everyone, besides Skeleton and Sympathy looked at him in confusion.
"How do you even know her, know her?" Some black-haired girl asked.
He looked a bit uneasy about answering this question.
"It's alright. You can tell them." Skeleton told him.
He sighed, "I'm not Deathwish..."
Everyone was shocked.
"I'm Gerard.. or as some of you know me as Love-" He was cut off.
"Wrecker?" The black-haired girl asked again.
"Yes, Sara.." He sighed, not looking TOO happy that she knew who he was.
"But.. but I thought you were-" She said but then someone else started talking.
"No, again- part of this mission." Skeleton said.
We all looked confused, except for Sympathy, this Gerard guy, and Skeleton.
"Could... I be.. excu-" Sara said with difficulty, due to crying.
Skeleton nodded and made it possible for Sara to exit through a door.
Once the door was shut again, I decided to question what had just happened.
"Uh, what was that?" I asked no one really in particular.
Gerard sighed, "Roxi, I was yours and Bri's trainer, remember?"
I nodded, "Yeah?"
"Well that was a girl that used to stalk me.. Well not ME, but Love Wrecker." He said.
"Wait a minute!" I paused, "You were the guy who were in Brina's thoughts that would never let her sleep at night?"
His cheeks blushed, "Well, when you put it that way- Yes."
"Okay. It's settled. Have a plan, Mr. Way?" Skeleton asked Gerard.
He smiled and bit his lip a bit, "Maybe."
Something made me get the vibe that this mission would be like NO OTHER.
Hmm, I wonder what blondie has under his sleeves...

Chyeahhh.
RED!
Well..
Nothing much to say.
BUT COMMENT PLEASE!?
And,, just a warning,
I'mma try to spit out these chapters becoz I'm more than excited to start writing the sequel for Call It Attraction, But I Call It Love =DD
And yes Cherise, I miss you and Brendon x]
Enjoy ;)
<33 Briii

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[Rewind]
(Vengeance's POV)

"Sir?" I asked politely, wanting his attention.
He turned to face me, "Yes?"
I exhaled, "We just got word that Bullet has been informed by and inside source."
His eyes became enlarged, "Oh really? And who might this source be?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "We don't know, Sir. All we know is that she found out about Torcher and is on her way here."
I really hated this job.
But what I hated more was the fact that I was on the opposite side.
I was working undercover, which meant that at any moment my secret could be leaked and I'd be dead in an instant.
Oh how wonderful.
"Good. Inform Dr. Fatality that he will be performing the surgery of which we discussed the other day." He moved his hand, motioning for me to go tell the doctor about this now.
I sighed, "Yes, Sir."
"Oh, and Vengeance?" He called out, just as I was out the door.
I poked my head back inside the room, "Yes, Sir?"
"Please stop calling me Sir?" he pleaded.
"Yes, Si- I mean Don." I said and exited his room.
I hated this.
Bri's memory.... would be gone.
Everyone on the team knew exactly what was going on.
I guess you could say that we were using Brina.
But she just happened to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
So don't blame us for taking action when we did.
Once I had reached Dr. Fatality's room, I knocked twice on the door and waited for a response.
I heard someone moving around in there, and before I knew it, the door swung open.
I was greeted by his evil eyes.
His evil green eyes.
That song title was wrong.
Green eyes DO lie.
This guy lied, cheated, stole, and among other things, was evil.
Dr. Fatality was someone I would NEVER want to piss off.
He would be in charge of Brina's memory being erased, but you see, I am always one step ahead of everyone.
I wouldn't shoot Bri with an anaesthetic.
No, I would shoot her with a special kind of drug.
It was an ancient-remedy concoction, and it was too confusing to spell or say.
But it would alter the Don's plan of action.
It would mix up Bri's chemicals- make her think differently, AND have a very effective effect on the memory.
On the inside, I smiled, for I knew how the cards would be dealt.
But them?
Psh, they didn't have a clue.
=D

(Bri's POV)

The sun was beaming in my face, so I decided to wake up.
For some reason, I felt so tired, but I had no idea why.
I couldn't remember anything from the night before.
I must have a hang-over.
That was the only solution that could explain how I couldn't remember anything from the night before.
I then got out of my bed, and made my way to the bathroom.
While passing the mirror, I was caught off-guard.
My hair...
It was shorter, like shoulder-length, and definately lighter.
What the hell did I do last night?

I ran a hand through my hair, realizing that if I liked it or not, I'd have to deal with it now.
I then proceeded to use the toilet and what not.
A shower sounded really nice.
It would help with my throbbing headache.
I did so, and after I was done, I headed to my closet with my towel wrapped around my thinner body that only was covered by boyshort underwear and a bra.
"What the hell? These aren't mine.." I said lifting up a pair of black cargo pants that were neatly folded.
Actually, none of these clothes were mine.
But it was MY closet.
I decided to try on a pair of skinny jeans, and to my surprise, they fit perfectly.
I then took a look at some shirts, and also decided to try on a red short-sleeved shirt.
Okay, there was something DEFINATELY wrong.
I didn't remember a thing, my hair was significantly different, my body was thinner, and my clothes weren't MY clothes.
I then walked downstairs with my wet hair; I just wanted it to curl, so I let it air-dry since my hair was naturally straight.
"Tiff!... Tiff, where are you?" I called out, wondering where my step-mother was.
"Tifff!!!"
I shrugged my shoulders after not hearing her answer.
She probably went out, since it was almost one in the afternoon.

I then opened up the fridge to find no food.
Damn.
I probably forgot to do the groceries again.
I cursed then tried to find my car keys to go to the closest convenient store to get myself some breakfast and stuff.
Hopefully Tiff would be back by the time I was done.
Thankfully, I didn't forget my wallet, which was surprisingly full of cash.
When I say cash, I mean BIG money.
I probably won the lottery among other things.
I was beginning to find this situation funnier and funnier with each minute that progressed.
I got some muffins and some fruit and a few frozen microwavable dinners, and I checked out.
When I got back home, there was a car I didn't recognize.
I walked back into the house with the bag of a bit of groceries and asked out lout, "who's here?"
"Bri?" A girl asked surprised to hear me.
It sounded like Rachel.
"Rach?" I asked, walking closer to the kitchen.
"Yeah. Oh my. Where have you been? I've been worried sick about you." She said embracing me in a hug.
I hugged back, a bit confused.
"Okay. Uhm, why? And where's Tiff?" I asked really curious as to where my foster mother was.
"What? Tiff?" She asked, surprised a bit.
"Yes, Tiff. Where is she? She's like NOWHERE to be found." I said, putting the bags down on the countertop.
"Uh, Bri. She.. uh.. She....." Rach studdered.
"What?" I asked.
"She died."

Okay, now I'm all caught up with where I left off BEFORE my laptop decided to hate me and erase a whole 5 pages of fanfic.
So chyeah.
Probaby expect ALOT more updates on this fanfic..
Becoz..
Ready?

IMMA DO A SEQUEL ON CALL IT ATTRACTION!! =]]
Becoz I miss my Ryan and Tasha >.<
Here.
Is.
The.
Part.
You've all been waiting forrr!! =]]
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(Brina's POV)
"So, you're saying?" I asked, wanting more information on these papers that I handed to Skeleton.
"I'm saying," She paused and pointed her finger at a signature, "That Tiff wasn't originally my contract killer."
I furrowed my eyebrows, "But she never said anything-"
Skeleton cut me off, "Of course she didn't, Bri. This business is all about secretive lies. Just sit back. I'll tell you all about this problem."
I then just smiled lightly, and sat back in my chair, knowing that this would be a long story.
"Now, a question that you're probably pondering about is why did Tiff sign with two bosses?" She said.
I nodded, "Yeah, how so?"
"Well," She sighed, "I'm sorry Tiff, may you Rest In Peace, but I have to tell her."
I took a deep breath, feeling anxious to know why.
"The don. It was his fault. He killed her. In the beginning, Tiff was his contract killer. Then after she had been in the business for about 3 years, the don then gave her an offer she couldn't refuse. She either became his girlfriend, or she would be killed. She chose to be his girlfriend. After about six months, crazy as it sounds, but they grew toward one another. But then one night, Tiff found out that he wasn't just HERS. He had a gang of girls that used to loll around him, and he fancied them. She was outraged; wanting to get back at him somehow. She heard of me, a new boss, and alot of my workers put out a good word about me. So she came to be desperately, and I willingly took her in. She worked undercover- trying to frame the Don in anyway possible. Somehow, he found out. And that was why she was killed." Skeleton said, sadly, remembering the days as if they were just last week.
I looked at her in disbelief, "What the hell?"
She just nodded.
"But, so. Umn.." I said.
"You know what you have to do now. I'm just going to warn you. When you get shot, don't fight it. Just let it seep through." She said, and pushed a button that made all the doors and windows open again.
I just gave her a weird look, and made my way back to my car, knowing what I had to do now.

Great.
So I knew that I was going to get shot, but with drugs.
Skeleton said to not fight it, meaning that if I do fight it, it'll just hurt me more.
Okay, so I wasn't going to die.
I drove back home, took a shower, relaxed for a bit, and went on the computer.
I had an email from an unknown source.
It was titled 'Read When Felt Lost'.
I furrowed my eyebrows again, and opened it, feeling lost.
It said something like blah blah, move in with Roxi. She'll guide you. She'll take care of you. Don't fall for the blondie. Blah blah, have a good night, or at least try to.
"What the fuck?" I said outloud.
I checked the clock.
It was now around 5am.
Wonderful.
I've been up for almost a full day, and yet sleep hadn't caught up with me.
I didn't bother trying to sleep.
I just wanted to get this over and done with.
Now dressed in a pair of dark skinny jeans, and a long-sleeved black shirt, I made my way to the front door with my car keys in hand.
I took a deep breath, knowing that things after this visit just wouldn't be the same.
On my way to the don's house, I looked around at the few people who were walking around before the sun had rose.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I had reached his house sooner than I thought.
"Okay, Bri. This is it. You show him who's boss." I said to myself before getting out of my car and headed to the front door.
I was greeted by an older man, who offered to give me a refreshment, but I declined and just asked to see the don.
He nodded, and led me to the don's room.
I knocked on the door, and I heard a 'come in', which I did do.
"Ah, Bullet. Hello. What brings you to my office so early in the morning?" He asked, curiously.
I then took a breath to gain come courage, "I know.. I know about Tiff."
He just sat back in his chair and smiled, "So I'm guessing you payed a visit to Skeleton, ey?"
I nodded, "How dare you do that to her. She was the best. Why?"
He then slouched back in his chair, "She refused to marry me, went against me, and tried to get me arrested. So I had her killed."
My jaw dropped, "You have no heart, do you?"
His hand went over the area of his heart, and patted it, "Oh, I do. But it rarely beats."
"You're so cruel." I said, with a frown.
"Oh, you better believe it love." He said and nodded to a guy.
The guy then nodded back to the don, and within seconds I was shot with a little needle.
Oh wonderful.
An anaesthetic was being shot into my body.
So that's why Skeleton said not to fight it.
There were rumors that if you fought drugs that were particularly from the Don, there would be several consequences that you'd have to pay.
"You'll pay for what you did." Were my last words to the Don before I....
Completely...
Blacked...
...
Out.

(Roxi's POV)
"Where the hell is she?" I asked him.
"Don't worry, Rox. She'll be fine. They're not going to kill her." He said to me.
"Well, why the hell did you do that?" I asked him.
"Look, time was running out. If her and Gerard would have gotten together as Brina and Brandon, we would have a veryyy big problem. I just eliminated a few. Okay? Have a little faith in me." He said stressed.
I noticed this, and decided to make a move.
I walked over to him, and sat down on top of him, since he was sitting on a chair WITHOUT arms.
So that made it much easier.
He slyly smiled, "I love the way you can take the pain away."
I smiled while strattling him a bit, "I love the way you take the thoughts away."
With those being said, you know where the rest of the night went.
Lost.....
...
In Pleasure. >.<

Sorry for the long hold up. I've just been blahh.
And yeah.
My laptop is going away for a few days..
So chyeah.
Please comment?
Thank you.
It'd made me feel better-ish
LY!!
<333 Brii

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(No One's POV)
That motherfucking Don.
I really don't like him.
Wait, are we going into the future yet?
No, not yet.
Soon, though.
Bri and Brandon had fun at Lucky 7's.
They saw a bit of a fight going on between some boyfriends and girlfriends, but nothing to worry about.
What they didn't know was that one of those girlfriend's would be someone that they would help out in the future.
Yes, Tasha.
Back to Brina and Brandon though.
They came pretty close to kissing.
If they did kiss, kissing would lead to a make-out, then after that, a relationship.
A relationship like that would ruin everything.
Okay, so about a week passed by.
During the day, Brina, Deathwish and Sympathy tried to hunt down the killer of Maddie Murder.
And during the night, Brandon just took Brina out to keep her mind only on the 'now' and not the past.
But you see, like all things, good things must come to an end.
Roxi came home, and Brandon went back to his/Skeleton's home.
Sympathy could tell that Brandon was getting too emotional about Brina.
He DID love her.
And deep down, she knew that she loved him too.
At the end of the week was when it all would go down.
Here we are- the end of the week.

(Brina's POV)
"Hello?" I answered my cell phone.
I had NO idea who was calling me.
The number was private, and I didn't recognize the voice.
It was, for sure, a man.
"Bullet... I have news.. Some news that I'm definately sure that you'll want to know about." He told me.
"What the hell? What kind of news?" I asked, curious as to what the hell this guy was telling me.
"Oh, it's just about some people that you loved dearly. AKA- your foster mom, and your beloved Gerard." He said.
"Alright, fine. Where?" I asked, knowing what kind of game he wanted to play.
"Ah, you're smart. Drive to Lucky 7's, then go to the third floor. I'm sure you'll see what you need. Grab it, and it will have all you need to know." He said.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked him.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm just a friend. I'm helping you out." He smirked.
"Oh really. Since when are people trying to help other people in this business?" I asked boldly.
"Do you want to know this information or not?" he asked, ignoring my question.
I sighed.
"Fine." I said and hung up.
I knew where to go, so there was no point in staying on the phone, right?
Well, that's what I figured.
I then grabbed my keys and drove to Lucky 7's to get what I needed and wanted on the third floor.
What was he talking about?
I had NO idea.
But hopefully it was something good.
Well, of course it wouldn't be nice, but it would be nice to know exactly who killed Tiff and Gerard.
I drove all the way to Lucky 7's without music.
Just me and the silence.
I didn't need music at the moment.
My mind was running, so music would just fuck it up completely.
I finally reached Lucky 7's.
And carefully, I proceeded to the third floor, only to be greeted by no one.
To my surprise, NO ONE was up here.
The coffee shop was closed, probably because it was so late.
But you see, there was something that caught my attention.
It was a piece of paper with MY name on it.
I opened it furiously, yet careful not to rip it.
Once I finally got the paper unfolded, I read it carefully.
It read:
"Hey you.
I'm not here in person because it would ruin some things for you.
But here is all you need to know.
-xx"
"What the fuck?" I said outloud, pulling the front paper away from the rest of the papers that were in the stack.
One paper had Tiff's name on it.
I scanned that paper fully for any proof of anything of which I needed to know.
At the end of the paper is where I found what I needed to know.
There were two signatures, one of Tiff's and one of Skeleton's.
Hmmn.
Maybe, I should pay a visit to this Skeleton.
I didn't bother taking a look at the other paper, I just took the papers and went back to my car.
Who knew where Skeleton lived?
It then hit me.
Sympathy, and Deathwish.
I decided to give Sympathy a call since I'd been with Deathwish all week long.
"Hello?" She answered her phone.
I was multi-tasking; driving and talking on the phone.
I wasn't very good at it, but I tried my best.
"Hey, Staci?" I said, making a left to pull over at the nearest curb.
"Yeah, may I ask who's calling?" She said.
"It's me, Brina. I need to ask you something, alright?" I asked, putting my car into park.
"Oh hey Brina. Sure, ask." She said, sounding relieved that she knew that it was a friend.
"Okay, well your boss, Skeleton... Where does she live?" I asked her.
"Uhm," She sounded a bit sad, I have no idea why, "Why do you ask?"
"Well, I have to talk to her." I said, straight forwardly.
"Oh," She paused and I think she whispered to someone, "Sorry about that. Uhm, the address to her house is 269 Valentine Drive."
"Thank you. I'll talk to you later. Have a nice night." I said, while quickly jotting down the address on a piece of paper.
"No problem. And thanks, you too." She said, then we both hung up.
Okay.
So.
Now, all I had to do, was to find out exactly where 269 Valentine Road is.
I then started my car, and headed home to look up the address on mapquest or something.

(Deathwish's POV)
"She WHAT!?" I asked, enraged.
"She's going to see Skeleton, Gee. The plan, its going through. Early, but it's still going through." Sympathy said to me.
Sympathy and I were at Lethal's house, so it was alright for her to address me as 'Gee' or 'Gerard'.
"Oh god. I'm scared. I hate to admit it, but I am... For Bri. I mean, she doesn't know what she's gotten herself into. What if the Don orders for her to be killed instead?" I asked frantically.
"No, Gerard. Calm down. He won't do that. He wants 'Bullet', not 'Brina'. This will be an oftley long journey. But in the end, I promise you- it'll all be worth it. And I'm most definately sure that she'll be yours, to keep." Lethal said, smiling.
I smiled back, "Thanks, you're probably right."
Although I looked really calm on the outside, my insides were the exact opposite.
My heart was racing, my pulse was beating a million times in a second, and my stomach was spinning- all because I was nervous for the love of my life, and what would happen tonight.
I'd have the support of two wonderful ladies who were probably my two closest friends in this world.
Even though I've only known them for a year or so, there was only one or two people who were closer.
One would be, obviously Brina, and the other would be my brother, Mikey.
I decided to call him since I haven't talked to him in a while.
"I'm gonna go call my brother. I'll be back." I said and stood up from my chair at the table in Letha's kitchen.
"Okay. Have fun." Sympathy smiled, and I walked out of the kitchen and to the front door.
Since it was such a nice night out, I decided to call Mikey while I was outside.
I then fixated myself on a chair that Lethal had sitting on her porch, and took out my cell phone out of my pants pocket.
I took a deep breath, then dialed the number that was once my own.
Yes, Mikey still lived at home.
I laughed lightly to the thought of that.
"Hello?" A girl answered laughing a bit.
"Hey, uh, is Mikey there?" I asked, a bit confused as to why a young girl would be answering my mom's house phone.
"Yeah, just a minute." She said, then I whispered, "Stop it. Phone's for you."
It sounded like the phone was being moved around a lot, but within a few seconds, my brother's yet immature voice was coming through my cell phone's speaker.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Hey fuckface, how's it going?" I asked him, laughing a bit.
"Oh hey motherfucker. It's going good." He laughed.
I was surprised that he remembered our nicknames.
"Hey Mikey. So, just a question. I know that mom's voice doesn't sound so perky and young. So uh, you found a fuck buddy?" I laughed, knowing that he wouldn't take it seriously.
"Yeah, I found one," He paused then laughed.
"That's cool. So how's things with the band?" I asked curiously.
He sighed, "Oh, the band. Well they're alright I guess."
I noticed the hint of sadness in his voice when he talked about the band.
"Aw, what's wrong?" I asked, fully knowing that something wasn't going good with my brother.
"Well, to be honest, we met up with some record label guy. And he basically told us that we should write better songs, then go back to him. I can't write better songs. You know what I mean?" He asked.
I then thought that this would be my shot to ask him to be in the band.
In about a few months, after our mission is complete, I would be free.
Free to do whatever I choose.
Free to be a song writer.
I smiled, and took a deep breath before talking, "Well... I have an idea."
"Okay, what's that?" He asked.
"Okay, well just hear my out. I could write the songs for your band." I said, but he cut me off.
"Really?" He asked, sounding excited.
"Yeah, but you'll have to give me like 6-9 months first, alright?" I asked.
I then heard a girl talking, then Mikey said, "C'mon babe, I'm on the phone. I'll play as soon as I'm done."
"Sounds good." He said then to me.
"Alright, oh, and one question.." I said, smiling.

"What?" He asked.
"So, I know for a fact that mom doesn't have a peppy, young-sounding voice. So who is she?" I smirked.
"Oh, just a friend." He said, then I heard a smack and an 'ow'.
I laughed.
"Just a friend?" I asked.
"Alright, alright. My girlfriend." He said.
"And what's her name?" I asked.
Yes, I know, I'm nosy.
"Her name is Jean." He said with a smile.
Wait, Jawbreaker?
Hmmn...
"Oh that's cool. What does she do for a living?" I asked, trying to find out what I wanted to know without him suspecting anything.
"Well, I don't know much about it, because she's sworn to some kind of secrecy. But yeah. She says that its a cool job, and she loves it. So it must be cool." He said.
"Oh okay. Well I probably caught you guys at a bad time, hence the tickling. So I'll talk to you later." I said, remembering that they were laughing when I called.
"Alright. Bye Gerard." He said.
"Don't forget to use protection." I said, with a laugh.
"Who uses that?" He joked.
"Only the stupid people," I joked, "Bye."
We both then hung up, laughing.
I then put my cell phone back inside my pants pocket, and just sat back and thought.
Many thoughts flooded my mind as my eyes wandered over all of the stars up in the sky.
You know, it's pretty amazing how such little things can look so beautiful.
With that thought, I fell soundlessly asleep.

(Brina's POV)
I threw my keys on the counter in the kitchen, then made my way upstairs to my room to retrieve my laptop.
To my disadvantage, my laptop had a low battery, so I had to plug it into the charger- which took about five minutes to find the cord.
I then turned on the laptop once it was plugged into the charger.
While it started up, I decided to change my clothes since they were partially sweaty.
I found a pair of black, tight cargo pants that had strings falling from everywhere- I guess it was the style, and an all-black, three-quarter-sleeved shirt, and put them on.
Once I was done changing, the computer was done loading, so I took a seat on my bed with the laptop in front of me.
And no, I wasn't prompted to enter a password because I never set it up to have a password.
I think I should apply a password in the future, thought.
I pulled up an internet page, which loaded pretty fast, all thanks to my wireless, high-speed internet.
Then, I entered mapquest.com into the address bar and continued my search to find directions to 269 Valentine Drive.
It took me about 10 minutes to jot down the main gist of the directions.
I shut down my laptop and took the paper full of directions with me back downstairs to the kitchen to retrieve my keys.
Once the keys were in my hand, I was out the door and on a mission....
To find out who the killer of two people that I loved dearly was.
Sometimes, I questioned myself if I ever loved Gerard, then I would just shake it off and think it was silly to think such a thing.
I never really got over Tiff's or Gee's death.
I just kept it all inside, along with all of my other problems.
I always had a tendency to do so.
But tonight...
Tonight it would all be over...
... hopefully.

Hey everyone that reads my fanfic.
HAHA.
Well I just wanted to let you all know that I wrote like *5* pages last week, and my computer froze and closed out of it before I had a chance to save it. =|
Soo, this has put me behind.. Becoz I have to write this part again, with accuracy becoz its the critical point.
Oops, did that just give info away? >.<
Oh well.
But today is Friday.
And I should probably post today :)
So YAY!
Gotta go,
School
ugh

<33 BrinahhH!

Hey guys.
I tried posting this earlier, but Buzznet was giving me problems.
I had alot to do today.
Get ready for school, do some last minute shopping, but you see- I didn't forget about my lovely Buzzneters :)
Here is part 16.
Enjoy.
And Fiz & Rach- I'm sorry. I was really busy today. I sent ya a text Rach.. idk if you got it. but yeah.
Tomorrow is school.
Ugh.
My nightmare.
Also, I'm getting High Speed Internet tomorrow also, hopefully.
ily <33
--Bri

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(Brina's POV)
I pushed my body to take the lead, but unfortunately Deathwish beat me.
Once I had crossed the finish line, I came to a complete stop to catch my breath.
Deathwish was right aside of me doing the same.
"... I... to..ld..... ya..... th- at.. I'd... beat... yo- u." He said, completely out of breath.
I just looked at him and smiled, while catching my breath.
"Yea-h, ye-ah." I replied.
Within a few minutes, our breathing then returned to its normal pace.
"So.." Deathwish paused, "..doesn't the winner get a prize for winning?"
He smiled and looked at me.
I just looked at him, and read his mind, "Sure, why not."
I then kissed him on the cheek, which caused me to start blushing.
Damn me and my stupid blushes.
Gah.
I just can't believe that I kissed him on the cheek.
I'm falling for him?
'Haha, too late. You already have.'
Shut up, stupid brain.
"I think I'll have to race you again sometime. I like your prizes." He smiled.
I just laughed a little.
"Okay, so what's next on Deathwish's training routine?" I asked him.
"You can call me Brandon. Deathwish is only for when I'm doing an assignment or something. But uhm, how about some weight lifts?" He asked.
"Okay Brandon. Let's go." I smiled, and we both went back downstairs and got ready to lift some weights.
The evening flew by as Brandon and I worked out and talked.
Once we got home, I decided to take a shower first.
Well, I didn't decide; I just beat him to the shower.
So I got to shower first.
I was having a lot of fun with Brandon.
He brought out my 'fun' side.
I loved it.
Once I was done with my shower and dressed, I showed Brandon where the visitor's bathroom was, so he could take a shower.
After I showed him where everything for the shower was, I went back to my room and fixed my hair.
I wanted to go wild today, so I back-combed it, and put lots of hair spray in it.
I then went downstairs, and tried to find something to cook for me and Brandon.
No luck.
When Brandon came down, all showered and good-smelling, I felt weak in the knees.
He did that to me.
"Okay, so I have like NO food in this house. So do you wanna go out to eat?" I asked him.
He bit his lip a bit, which I might add was sexy.
"Sure. Diner?" He asked.
"Whatever you want. It really doesn't matter." I said while shrugging my shoulders.
"Alright. Well in that case, how about the steak house?" He asked, with a small smile.
I just smiled at him, which answered his question.
"My car or your," He paused, "Or... do you just want to drive my car?"
He smiled, teasingly.
"Hmmn, that'd be nice. But it's totally up to you. I mean, it is YOUR car." I said, with hopes that I could drive his blue Mustang.
He then smiled, and dangled the keys in front of him, motioning for me to take them.
I smiled and gladly took them, "Alright. Let's go. I'm starving."
"Same." He smiled, and we left.
I enjoyed every moment while I was behind the wheel of my wonderful dream car.
"So, what do you wanna listen to? I got uh, Fall Out Boy... Atreyu.... Uh, that's nothing," He paused and threw one CD in the backseat then looked at me, "What?"
"What CD was that?" I asked, knowing that he was guilty about having that CD.
"Oh, nothing." He smiled.
"No," I paused and smiled at him, "What is it? I'm sure it's not as bad as owning a Ricky Martin CD."
HAHA.
I do!
But not like he needs to know that right now, right?
He shrugged, "I guess you're right. It's just," He said, and reached back and grabbed the CD, "it's just my brother's band's songs with my voice instead of his. I had a friend rip off his voice, and put on mine."
I smiled, "You sing?"
He blushed a bit, "A little."
"Well, let me hear it!" I said, with a huge smile.
"Only if you promise to NOT laugh." He said seriously.
"Okay. Promise." I said, and held up my pinky.
He laughed, and pushed away my pinky.
He then put on the CD, and I just waited to hear it.
The beginning was lovely.
It started out with just a guitar, and a few notes.
I got the goosebumps.
Then Brandon's voice came through the speakers; his voice was soft and low.
Then it got louder and stronger.
I was shocked.
His voice... was BEAUTIFUL!
I loved it.
'Well tonight, will it ever come..'
After listening to the whole song, I looked at him with my jaw dropped, "That was AMAZING, Brandon. You should become a singer."
He just smiled a bit, "Thanks, and I really can't. There's something that I need more than singing."
"Oh, really. What's that?" I asked, curiously.
"Oh, nothing really. I just need to save someone first. Then I'll consider my options about my future." He smiled.
I just shook my head, and we were soon at the Steak House.
Once we were inside, we ordered a table for two in the non-smoking section.
Brandon told me that he was in the process of quitting.
In quitting, I mean cigarettes.
I was happy.
I hated cigarettes.
They smelled, they're bad for your health, and also they're cancer sticks.
Brandon ordered Filet Mignon, and I ordered the New York Strip Steak.
"Ah, a girl who eats. Yes, I've won. I've finally found one." He laughed after the waiter left with our order.
I just laughed, "Yeah, I'm not like those anorexic girls."
"Well, that's a relief." He smiled.
"Good. So uh, tell me a bit more about yourself.." I said, in hopes that I'd learn a bit more about him.
"Well, my favorite colors are black and red. I have one annoying younger brother. I love drinking hot chocolate with those little marshmellows on winter days. I love banana nut muffins with a good cup of joe." He laughed.
I laughed along with him, "Well that's cool. I love banana nut muffins too, but only with Vanilla Cappucinos."
"Ooh, then I guess we've gotta stop by the mini-mart store on our way back to your house to get some muffins." He smiled.
"Yeah, sounds good." I smiled.
"So.. what about you Brina?" He asked me, wanting to know some more information about me.
I smiled, "Well unlike you, I don't know if I have any brothers or sisters. I was a foster child. I was put in house after house. None of my foster parents wanted me. Then I got picked by a Tiffani Torcher, my foster mom who just died. And my only goal in life is to hunt down the son-of-a-bitch who killed her."
He just looked at me, "Well, at least you know what you want. And I'm sorry about that. It must be hard, you know, with living in the same house that she lived in."
"Yeah, it is. That's why I don't like being alone. And I don't go into her bedroom. It now belongs to my best friend." I said.
"Ah, I see. Well I'm here for the time that she's away. I promise, with me, you won't think back to the past. You'll only think about the 'now'." He smiled.
"Thank you." I said, and smiled at him.
"No problem."
Our food was then served to us.
I savored every bite of this delicious steak.
I'm glad that Brandon picked this place.
I haven't really eaten in a while.
I've only snacked here and there, so this will be my first real meal in a while.
The whole steak was in my stomach within 20 minutes, while it took Brandon to eat his in 30.
"You were hungry, huh?" He asked, wiping his mouth now that he was done.
"Yeah. I haven't really eaten lately. I just haven't been hungry." I shrugged.
"Stress does that to you. If you want, we could ummn, hit up Lucky 7's?" He suggested.
He knew that I didn't like being at home.
"You know me way to well." I smiled.
"Well, you're just easy to read. Let's go to your house and change first, though." He said.
"Yeah, sure." I said, and we payed for our dinners separately, even though he offered to pay for mine.
We then went back to my house to get dressed into more suiting clothes for the club.
I decided on wearing a pair of dark skinny jeans with a light blue shirt underneath a see-through, holey, strappy black shirt and a pair of black wedge shoes.
Perfect.
It looked a bit goth, but it looked lovely on me.
As I walked down the stairs, Brandon started meowing, "Damn, you clean up nice."
I laughed, "Thanks," I then scanned him to see what exactly he was wearing, "You don't look too bad yourself."
He smiled, "Thanks. I'll drive, since it's not allowed to let hot girls drive cars."
I laughed, "Okay, whatever you say."
And we were off to Lucky 7's.
I loved this.
He was perfect.
Could he be mine to keep?
Probably not, but I'll just take advantage of this week.

Well.
I'm sick.
And I've got Maddie over.
So I probably won't post until Sunday.
Sorry guys.
You'll just have to wait.
I am so glad that Rachel is back :)
Next goal: To get rid of this cold/flu that I've got before Tuesday(school) -_-

ILY!!!!!
<33333 Bri

Cherise...
isnt reading this..
BUTTT!
SHE LOVES BRENDON!!!
XP
<33

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(Sympathy's POV)
Deathwish sent Bri flowers?
Now that was not in the plan.
I'd just keep it to myself though.
Because if I did tell Skeleton or someone, then Deathwish would be in a lot of trouble.
Brina looked like she was enjoying our company, which was good.
That's how this is supposed to be.
Two months?
I highly doubt that this will last two months.
Maybe a month, tops.
Well, we would all be spending each day with each other.
We would try to go into Maddie Murder's phone and look for numbers of people to call and ask if she was in any trouble or anything.
"So.. did this girl have a boyfriend or something?" Brina asked.
Was she a mind reader?
Deathwish then pulled out his folder filled with information on this girl.
"Here's her file. I read the whole thing yesterday and I saw nothing about a boyfriend.... But- I did see something about a best friend, sharing an apartment with her." Deathwish said.
"Oh really? Does it have the address of the apartment?" I asked.
Deathwish flipped a couple of pages over, and found the one that he was looking for.
"Ah ha. Here we go. That's the address," He said, and showed me and Bullet the paper, "We could go there after we eat."
The waitress then brought our food, and Deathwish hid the folder- it was a top secret assignment.
We all thanked the waitress as we got our food.
We each got some kind of eggs with homefries.
This place had the best breakfast in all of Vegas.
Within fifteen minute, we all were done eating.
I could see the passion in his eyes; he missed her.
He'd get her later on, so he had nothing to worry about.
After we paid for our breakfast, Deathwish and I led Brina to the apartment.
I hope that this best friend of hers, who is under Skeleton, doesn't ruin it for us.
If she mentions anything about the Don making this happen, then it's all over.
We all got in the elevator of the apartment building, since her apartment was on the fourth floor.
I knocked on the door, which was followed by a 'hold on'.
Soon enough, a girl with long brown hair, with side swept bangs opened the door.
"Hi. I'm Staci. This is Brandon and Brina. We'd like to talk to you about Maddie, if you don't mind." I said.
"Yeah, yeah, sure. Come in." She said and opened the door a bit more to let us in.
Once we were in, she closed the door and told us to sit down on any sofa of our choice.
"I'm Maggie, by the way. But umn, what did you all want to talk about?" She asked.
"Well, you're friend, Maddie, she was killed. Would you happen to know if she was in any kind of trouble with anything by any chance?" I asked her, curiously.
She thought a bit, "Uh.."
She just looked like she was in deep thought.
"Well.. her one boyfriend, like from about a year ago- well when they broke up, he took it hard. Then she got back on the horse and started dating again. So maybe her old boyfriend wanted revenge or something. I don't know. But other than that, I really have no idea." She said, her eyes filling up with tears.
"What was this guy's name?" Brina asked.
"Jim. Jim Jealousy." She said.
"Okay, thank you for your time. I'm sorry for your loss." Deathwish said, standing up, and getting ready to leave.
"No problem. And it's alright." Maggie said, standing up, and walking us to the door.
We all said goodbye then started talking once we were outside of the apartment building.
"Well.. this boyfriend of hers- we've gotta find out more about him." Brina said.
"Yeah, but what a name he has, huh. Jealousy? If he did in fact kill this girl, his name fits him." Deathwish said.
"Yeah. Well, I say we pay this Jim Jealousy a visit, and talk to him." I said.
Deathwish just looked at Bri, "If that's alright with you, Bri."
"Oh, yeah. That's fine. I really have nothing to do. This is my only task. And I really don't have much to do anyway." She said with a small smile.
"Okay, good. We gotta go somewhere, like a place where we can chat, and not be seen, you know?" I asked.
"Yeah. I know this place..." Deathwish said.

(Bullet's POV)
Deathwish drove to Lucky 7's and I followed him with my car.
This would be our place to meet and talk?
Weird.
"No, we're not going to stay in the club, bar, or restaurant section." Deathwish said, and led Sympathy and I up some stairs.
When we finally got upstairs, I was shocked.
It was like a cyber cafe thing.
Cool.
I can't believe that I never knew about this place.
"Wow," escaped from my lips as I scanned the room.
"Yeah." Sympathy said, also in some sort of shock.
"You buy some coffee from that store," Deathwish paused, and pointed to a little corner stand, "then you can use the internet as much as you wish."
I smiled, "Cool."
"Yeah, this is perfect." Sympathy said.
"Okay, well let's get cracking on this Jim Jealousy." Deathwish said, and pulled out $20 to buy 3 coffees.
You know, I thought that this assignment wouldn't be cool with working with 2 other people and all, but to be honest, it's fun.
I just smiled, and got ready to put my computer skills to the test.

(No One's POV)
So, Deathwish bought each of them a coffee each, and they got right down to business.
They searched the web for any way to contact this Jim Jealousy guy.
After 8 hours of finding nothing, they called it a day.
Brina got a phone call right before they all said goodbye.
"Hello." She answered.
"Hey Bri?" Roxi asked.
"Yeah, what's up?" She asked.
"I won't be home for a week. The Don just gave me this assignment, so yeah. I was just letting you know that our little raincheck... it'll have to wait for another week." Roxi said, sad that she wouldn't be able to go out with her best friend tonight.
"Oh, that's alright. I'll see you in a week then. Have fun." Bri said, toughening up.
In this life, you just had to go with the flow; everything would NEVER go the way you wanted it to.
"Okay, bye love." Roxi said.
"Bye sexx." Bri said, calling her best friend one of her many nicknames, which other people thought were offensive.
After she got off the phone, Sympathy and Deathwish just looked at Brina confused.
She lightly laughed, "Me and my best friend, Roxi, have these really offensive nicknames. That was her. She said she'll be gone for a week."
"Oh, okay." Deathwish smiled; the fact that best friends called each other offensive names was funny to him.
"Aw, you want some company?" Sympathy asked, knowing that Brina didn't like to be home alone.
"Oh, you know me way to well." Bri said.
"Well, going to school with you for about 4 years really helped in the 'getting to know you' part." Sympathy laughed.
"Yeah, true. But I'd love it if you could temporarily live with me while Roxi's away." Bri said, hoping that she didn't sound too desperate.
But that was the problem; she was desperate.
"Oh, that'd be lovely, but I can't. I just remembered, my sister and niece are coming into town in two days. I can hang out with you during the day if you'd like." Sympathy suggested.
"Eh, well during the day isn't so bad for me. It's the nights." Bri said, sadly.
Yeah, she needed company.
If she didn't, her mind would just go roaming around the fact that two people that she loved a lot were now dead.
"Well.. I'm not doing anything at night time.. I could crash on your sofa." Deathwish said, hoping that he didn't sound too forward.
"Really?" Bri asked, thankful that a guy she didn't know too well was offering to stay at her house for the next week.
"Yeah. I have absolutely nothing to do. Plus, some girl that lives a few houses down likes to stalk me." Deathwish joked about Sara.
He needed to get away from there, especially with Sara now there almost everyday.
Sara was falling for him, and that didn't need to happen.
Sara would soon find out about Deathwish being Gerard soon enough.
Actually, everyone would soon find out, except Brina of course.
Brina's time as 'Brina' was running out.
But for now, we'll just take everything as it comes, right?
"Oh, thank you so much. You have NO idea of how grateful I am of you right now." Brina smiled, happy that someone would be with her at night time.
"No problem." Deathwish smiled.
"Okay, well we'd better call it a day now. I'll see you both tomorrow." Sympathy said, and left Lucky 7's while on her cell phone.
"Doesn't she need a ride?" Bri asked Deathwish.
"Nah, her boyfriend is coming to pick her up. That's who she was on the phone with." He said.
"Oh, okay." Bri said.
"Alright. Well I'm just gonna go get some clothes and stuff, then I'll meet you somewhere." Deathwish said, letting Brina pick the place to meet him at.
"How about... the Fast Track? I need to work out." Bri blurted.
"Sounds good. Yeah, me too. I haven't worked out in about a month or so. So I'll meet you at The Fast Track in like a half hour?" He asked.
"Yep, sounds good. See ya then." She smiled, and they both left to get to their cars and went home to get ready to work out.

(Bullet's POV)
Wow.
I just still can't believe that someone that I didn't really know just agreed to stay over at my house.
He seems so nice.
I got in my car, drove home and got ready.
I was ready in 15 minutes, which left me 15 minutes to get to The Fast Track.
The Fast Track was about 10 minutes away from my house, so it would be perfect timing.
By the time I was inside, and ready to start, Deathwish came through the front door of The Fast Track.
"Hey." He said, and put down his back and got ready to work out.
"Hey." I smiled, getting ready to do laps upstairs.
"So, what are you planning on starting out with?" He asked curiously.
"Oh, you know. Just some laps upstairs. Care to join me?" I asked.
I admit, I was flirting with him, but I was only doing so because he was flirting with me too.
"Sure, sounds good. I'll beat your ass though." He joked.
I laughed, "Yeah, I'm sure."
I then waited for him to get all ready to work out, then we made our way up the stairs to get to the running track.
Surprisingly, there was NO ONE up here.
"Looks like we have it all to ourselves." He smiled.
"Yeah, cool." I said, stretching my legs, preparing myself to run.
He did the same.
And before you know it, we both were jogging, side to side, just talking about random shit.
He reminds me of someone.
But I just shrugged it off.
My mind always played those kind of tricks on me.
We then kicked up our pace and started running, which made it a bit harder to talk.
"I'll race you. First to finish... three laps... wins." Deathwish said, whilst trying to breathe.
"You're on." I said.
"Ready..... Set.... GO!"

GUESS FUCKING WHAT!?!?!?
Rachel's fucking back =DDD
I'm sooo happy :)
And here's the next part.
I think I'm getting messed up on my part numbers.. idk why.
I'll fix it after I post this :)
LY!!!!
<33 Bri

Cherise likes going up to the roof xDDDD
....with Shaant. =P

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(Bullet's POV) (The Next Day)
Just as I was about to kiss Criss Angel, my alarm clock had to go off.
I opened my eyes, groaned, and slammed my hand on the clock for it to shut up.
It was 6:30am.
Today, I had to meet two other people at this crime scene for this girl, Maddie Murder.
The only time that I was about to kiss someone, some ringing thing had to ruin it.
I sighed and got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom to take a shower and wake-up.
It took me about 45 minutes to take a shower, get dressed, fix my hair, and make some tea.
Yes, tea.
I liked tea sometimes.
It relaxed me.
And right now, I needed to be relaxed.
Why would I be put with two other people?
I thought that for assignments, people worked solo.
Oh well.
I sucked it up, and went with the flow.
I drove to the crime scene.
When I got there, no one was there, so I decided to take a look at the scene myself.
I did.
It was disgusting.
Apparently what the paper didn't say was that this girl bled to death by being butt fucked?
That's ridiculous.
Right?
I laughed lightly.
I don't know.
I found it somewhat funny.
While I was looking through the trunk of the car, I heard a noise behind me.
I quickly turned around, in case it was someone trying to hurt me.
It was a blonde-haired boy and a girl with some crazy hair colors.
She had red underneath, pink on her bangs, and the rest was dirty blonde.
Honestly, it looked kick ass.
I took a good look at the girl.
I knew her!
"Staci?" I asked, in disbelief.
"Hey Bri." She smiled and walked closer and hugged me.
"Hey, how.. wha.." I said, trying to find the right words to say.
"I've been in the business for about a year and a half. I work under Skeleton." She said, answering the question that I was trying to muster up.
I just smiled, thankful that she understood me.
I then looked at the blonde-haired guy.
He looked somewhat familiar.
I looked at him a bit more.
"Brandon?" I asked, remembering the blonde hottie that I had bumped into at the coffee shop.
Or well, he bumped into me.
But that was beside the point.
He was now one of my partners in this assignment.
"Hey, Bri, right?" He asked, coming closer to shake my hand.
"Yeah, Bri- short for Brina." I said, with a small smile.
"Brina. Lovely name." He smiled.
He seemed like he was holding something back.
Maybe he had a bad day?
I don't know.
But whatever.
"So, what all happened here?" Sympathy asked me, getting down to business.
I sighed.
"Well, she got murdered in the backseat of this Cadillac. She bled to death because she got.. uh.. butt fucked." I laughed a little.
"What?" Brandon asked, with a little laugh.
Sympathy laughed a bit also.
"Yeah. Pretty funny, but umn.. I'm guessing that she liked this one guy and he didn't care about her and his boss had her killed?" I suggested.
They both looked at each other, "Maybe. Well we should just scan the car. You know, to look for any kind of evidence. I'll get the front, and you and Deathwish over here can get the back." Sympathy said.
"Wait, you're... Deathwish?" I asked Brandon.
He smiled and looked to the floor then brought his head up again, "Yes."
"So.. you're the one that sent me those flowers?" I asked him curiously.
He blushed, "Yeah, I did."
Sympathy just looked at me then him.
"What flowers?" She asked, confused.
"He sent me flowers a while ago. The card said that he was sorry for the death of.. Ger.. Gerard." I said, now thoughts of Gerard flooding through my memory.
Oh great.
"Oh, I see. Well.. I think we should start on this case, before the cops come to clean up this mess" Sympathy said, trying to change the subject.
We then got to searching through the car.
Brandon or Deathwish, whatever he goes by, started taking pictures with his cell phone.
"Cool phone." I said, while putting on gloves to check out this girl's body for any evidence.
"Thanks." He said, and continued taking pictures of the crime scene.
We searched everywhere, and all we found was a goddamn rose.
It looked like it was thrown onto her body by her killer.
"You know what?" I said out loud to Sympathy and Deathwish.
"What?" Sympathy asked.
"This rose thing.. Well it's getting on my fucking nerves. The only guy I ever loved, Gerard, well his friend told me that there was a rose thrown on top of his body. I think it's the killer's signature thing. You know?" I asked.
Sympathy looked like she was in a deep thought, "Yeah, you might be right."
"So.. we'll just have to keep a lookout for this killer. Like, if someone's killed, we should check the crime scene before the cops get to it and check if there's a rose. And if there's a pattern of people he or she is killing, then we might be able to track him or her down." Deathwish said.
"Yeah, that would work." I said, taking off the gloves and getting ready to leave.
"So, let's go get some coffee or something, and discuss this a bit more, because we're done with examining this crime scene." Deathwish said, taking off his gloves.
"I could do with some breakfast.." Sympathy said with a small smile.
"I know a really good diner." I said.
"Okay. Well then let's go. Sympathy and I will just follow you." Deathwish said.
"Sounds good. That's my car." I said, pointing to the piece-of-shit car that belonged to me.
He nodded, "Alright. I have a blue Mustang. So if you see one of those following you, it's only us."
He laughed lightly.
I laughed, "You have a Mustang? No fucking fair."
"You like Mustangs?" He asked.
"Do I like them? I love them." I said, with a small smile.
"Well, I'm looking for a more laid-back kind of car, so if I ever wanna sell my car, I'll let you know.." He said.
"Okay." I said, then headed to my car, and Sympathy and him headed to his car.
It took us about 10 minutes to get to the diner.
This assignment seemed..... a little weird.
I don't know why, but it just didn't feel right for some reason.
Once we were in the diner, and ordered some food, we started talking about what to do.
This assignment, would probably take a while.
To find a killer- that would be the hard part.
Well...
At least I'd be spending a lot of time with an old friend and a gorgeous hottie.
I smirked.
Perfect.

Hello everyone!!!
Well, I'm feeling MUCHOOO better =]
I got all situated into my grandparents house.
I'm all moved in.
And uh, yesterday, I got an idea.
What were to happen, if I would bring my computer to my grandparents house?
So I did so, but after I asked my grandma if it was alright xD
But yeah.
I know have access to a computer WHENEVER the hell I wish.
PLUSSS- sometime today, hopefully, my uncle is gonna bring me his old laptop.
=D
Happy.
UBER happy.
AND TOMORROW I might get new sneakers. SCOREEE! =D
okay, enough about me.
This part seems short-ish.
I'm sorry if it is... but ENJOY!! =D

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(Bullet's POV)

I walked back down the stairs, feeling all clean and relaxed- thanks to a hot bath.
I admit, it was relaxing.
It was what I needed.
"Hey you. So you wanna go out?" Roxi asked me, fixing her red strappy skirt and her black skinny jeans.
I sighed, and looked at the folder, "Nah, I got some work to do. Sorry. Raincheck?"
She took a break at looking at herself in the mirror to look at me with a frown, "Okay. Raincheck it is. I'll see you later."
I smiled, "Thank you. Have fun."
She smiled widely, "Oh, I will."
And she was gone.
Okay, house to myself.
Wonderful.
I sighed, and fixed myself on a chair at the dining room table to take a look at this next assignment of mine.
I opened the folder and took out all of the papers and set the folder aside.
Oh, how I loved this.
Another task.
I then got ready to do a lot of reading within the next hour or so....

(Deathwish's POV) (The Next Morning)

"Wake up, sleepy head." Some girl said, poking her head into my room.
I recognized her voice, and jumped up slightly to see who it was.
Sara Suffer.
Wonderful.
I then grabbed a t-shirt from the floor, because I was shirtless, and I didn't want her being attracted to me.
Believe me, that was the LAST thing that I wanted.
I just looked at her a bit weird.
She was invading MY personal space.
Personal, meaning only mine.
"I hate to be rude, but could you like get out?" I asked, trying not to piss her off.
"Oh yeah, sorry. Skeleton just told me to wake you up. She said it was urgent. She has a mission for ya." She smiled, scanning my body a bit.
"Oh, okay. Thank you. I'll be out in a few." I said, and got up off of my bed as she finally got out.
'You stupid dumbfuck. How the hell could you think that she wouldn't fall for you?' My conscious kept on yelling at me.
Oh shut it already.
I still have half a chance of not letting her like me.
Right?
I sighed, and made my way to the bathroom that was connected to my bedroom.
I decided to shower this morning, first thing.
I did so.
It was a bit relaxing.

Once I was out of my room, all showered and dressed, someone confronted me.
"Dude, what the hell did you do to her? She's all starry-eyed now.." Sympathy said pissed.
"I didn't do anything." I said, my eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
She just folded her arms and had the "Oh, really" attitude.
I looked at her, straight in the eye, "I didn't do anything. She just barged into my room while I was sleeping.."
She then shrugged it off, "Whatever. Skeleton wants to see you and me. So yeah, let's go."
I then followed Sympathy to Skeleton's private room.
"Ah, finally sleepyhead woke up." She said, swiveling around on her comfy chair.
"Yeah, so what did you want to see us for?" I asked, wanting to get down to business.
"Well..." She said, pushing that nifty button.
Sympathy and I fixed ourselves on 2 chairs in front of her desk thing.
"The Don is giving Bullet an assignment. The one that I told you about? Well things are going according to plan. You and Sympathy will be Bullet's partners... Yeah, I know. Three contract killers from two different bosses. Very risky. But we can pull it off." Skeleton said.
"Okay, what's this assignment going to be?" I asked, not quite sure of what I was to be going to do.
"Well, some girl got killed right? So Sympathy, Bullet and you are supposed to find the killer, but you see- the Don is the killer. So it's basically a set-up for Bullet to find out about the Don killing Tiff." She said.
"Ah, I see." Sympathy said, taking every detail into consideration.
"Okay. So how long is this assignment for?" I asked, curious as to how long I'd be around Brina.
Skeleton thought for a minute, "About 2 months or so. It will be her only assignment. Actually, it will be her last assignment as Brina Bullet. Afterward, she'd just be Bullet. No Brina." Skeleton said.
I just shook my head.
Hopefully the cards would play our way.
Skeleton just handed Sympathy and I two folders.
"Here is all of the information of this girl that got killed. Take a look at her background and stuff. Remember- Bullet can not find out about the Don killing this girl or Tiff from you both. She is going to be told to come and talk to me. Got it?" She questioned us, as we both accepted the folders.
"Yes." Sympathy said.
I shook my head, "I got it."
"Okay, that's all. You both are to meet her at the crime scene tomorrow morning, 8am sharp." Skeleton said before pushing the button again, to make it less private.
"Okay, thank you." Sympathy said, and I just nodded at Skeleton.
Sympathy and I just shared a look.
"So, I'm gonna go read this. I'll talk to you later for coffee?" Sympathy asked me.
"Yeah, sure. See ya." I said, and headed to my room.
Before I reached my room, my stomach grumbled.
I was now hungry.
Shit.
Oh well.
I'll just go to the diner 5 minutes away and read this over there.
I did so.
I ordered pancakes and started to read about this poor girl that the Don decided to kill.
Her name was Maddie Murder.
She was a killer in training.
She was about 16, and she bled to death; died in the backseat of a car.
The bleeding was coming from her uh, private parts.
I'm guessing that this girl was having some 'fun' with a guy who was ordered to kill her.
Psh.
The Don was always evil like that; always playing with people's minds.
I hated it.
This girl was also an aspiring artist.
She sang, drew, wrote.
She had alot going for her, and its all fucked up now because of one old, stuck-up guy.
I finished reading the rest after I ate some of my breakfast-lunch.
Sounds like this girl was the 'perfect little saint'.
Just what he wanted.
Oh well.
I sighed, paid for my meal, and went back home to talk to Sympathy about the whole thing.
When I got inside, I saw some of the new girls and Sympathy sitting down at the kitchen table, talking.
Well Sympathy wasn't, she was too busy reading the information on this girl.
I walked over to them, they stopped talking, and I got Sympathy's attention.
"Hey, you read all of this?" She asked, flipping through all the pages.
"Yes, ALL of it. Ready for that coffee?" I asked, noticing that she didn't like being around those girls.
They probably were gossiping or something.
I don't know, and I don't care.
"Yeah. Let's go." She said, getting all the papers back into the folder, and grabbed a light sweater since it the transition from summer to fall was in place.
We talked about this girl a bit during the ride to the coffee shop.
Once we had a coffee each, and were sitting down at a comfortable table, we started discussing about what to do and what not.
Sympathy.
I've only known her for about a year now.
She's been in the business for about a year and a half, but the first 6 months, she was in training.
It usually takes about 4-6 months to really train someone to be a contract killer, unless you're quick at learning and shit.
So, Sympathy and I were just talking about all the possibilities that could go right or wrong in this assignment.
There would be NO mention of boyfriends or girlfriends when with Bullet.
Because if we were to talk about that, she would think back to Gerard, and we didn't want that.
What we wanted was to just go with the flow, and try to find this so-called 'killer'.
The Don had no idea that two of our members would be joining Bullet on this assignment.
He didn't need to know either.
It would ruin things in a million different ways.
The only thing to do, was to hope to god that Brina wouldn't recognize me.
And..
One more thing..
To not fall for her.
And to not make it obvious that she is the girl of my dreams.
This, would be hard.
I sighed.

Heylo all :D
Well first off before I say anything...
Something happened between me and my mom, so now I'm living with my grandparents for good now.
And I'm getting a laptop sometime in a few days.. so I won't be on for a while..
I'm sorry.
But just deal with me, alright?
Well, I'm trying to hold up.
Thankfully, I have the awesome support from my grandparents.
I love them so much.
And I love you all too.
Okay, so now you know...
And here is part 12 =]
Sorry that it took so long for me to shoot out :)
I'm thinking that this fanfic will last about 30 parts.. probably.
It wont be as long as 'Call It Attraction, But I Call It Love'. haha.
Well here it is =D
<33 Bri

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(No One's POV) (During the course of about 2 weeks or so)

Gerard/Brandon, or whatever you want to refer to him as, well...
He's getting lonely.
Everyday he's constantly reminded by the fact that he won't have Brina back.
And not for a while.
Brina, on the other hand was still in a trance from Brandon.
Thanks to him, the though of Gerard being dead was the farthest thing from her mind, which was a good thing, I guess.
But still, she was lonely too.
Her little wall that she hid behind grew stronger and stronger as each day passed, even though she didn't even realize it.
Within a month, we'd have a 'non-stopable' Bullet.
That's what the Don wanted.
Oh, curse that Don to hell, right?
He'd be perfect for hell.
Killing people that someone didn't like, ruining people's lives, making hearts bleed to death from loneliness.
Oh yeah, he'd definately fit hell.
The Don- my enemy.
Or well, in this case, Gerard's and Brina's.
They each missed out on the opportunity of true love, all because the Don wanted his way with Tiff.
She said no, so he had her killed.
Fucker.
If only Brina knew that.
She wouldn't have became a contract killer, and she would have been able to still be with Gerard.
Ugh.
Okay, so this week, they would let Brina be.
She had her first assignment.
She was to kill this guy... a head of a big corporation that didn't accept the Don's offer to do business with each other.
Brina was to dress up as a slut/hooker, and go to this guy's house.
In the process of tying him to the bed, she would stab him, in the heart of course, and then quickly escape so no one would catch her.
Perfect, ey?
Well, that's just where it all begins.
One assignment, leads to two, and two leads to three.
And before you know it, Brina had already killed quite a few people within a time span of 2 weeks.
She was definately fit for this job.
It was something that she enjoyed doing with a passion.
Gerard loved killing, too.
But he's been out of that section of the business for a while now.
He hasn't killed someone in over 2 years.
The Don had him train all of his new recruiters.
But you see, all that would change now.
Deathwish was a Level A contract killer, meaning his job was to kill.
Oh, how he'd love to kill again.
During these 2 weeks-ish, Gerard just tried to keep a low profile around the new girls.
He knew that he couldn't really get out much now, since Step Two was in process, and being around Brina at all wouldn't be good for the both of them.
Brina had to focus on killing, as did Gerard.
Before he knew it, he was given his first task.
He was to go to this man's house, and kill him if he declined Skeleton's offer of some sort.
Basically, from what I'm catching onto, is that if the head guy, or girl in Skeleton's case, doesn't like someone or their answers, they have that person killed.
Like always, the guy declined Skeleton's offer, and Gerard was forced to kill him.
He had absolutely no problem with doing so.
One shot; all it took.
He still had that power.
One shot = dead person.
Now, two weeks have passed.
Step Two- in progress.
Here's where the fun begins.....

(Bullet's POV)

"You want me to what?!" I asked him, confused out of my mind.
"I said for you to go to his hotel room, get in there somehow, and get all of his information on his laptop onto the memory stick we gave you." He said.
This wasn't the Don talking to me.
He never called someone.
This, was a new guy, I could tell.
"Fine. What his location?" I asked, getting a piece of paper and pen.
"He's in the Admiral. West side. Room 689, so I'm guessing that he's probably on the fifth or sixth floor. Good luck, Bullet." He said, then hung up.
That's how it was.
Get the information, then hang up right away.
Dirty business- what this was, and a wonderful song by The Dresden Dolls that Roxi had me listen to a few days ago.
Okay, so this seemed pretty easy, right?
They had given me a memory stick, a room key to his room, and a housekeeper's outfit.
Perfect.
I took a shower, and got ready for this.
I attached some of the gun holsters to my body before I slipped on my outfit.
I then covered up the outfit with my floor-length trench coat.
The trench coat came with the slut outfit, so I kept it.
Plus, it suited this task very well.
I then drove to the West Admiral which wasn't too far from my house.
It took me about 10 minutes tops.
Once I was in the building and in a dark hallway, I let my hair down.
It was straightened but had a little wave to it near the ends.
At the end of the dark hallway, there was an elevator.
I decided on the stairs incase they took alert and watched the security cameras.
Six sets of stairs is what I had to walk.
I really didn't mind.
I needed the exercise.
I haven't been to the Fast Track in a while.
Probably the last time that I was there was for my sessions with Love Wrecker, who mysteriously just disappeared.
He probably just got an assignment to do other things.
Oh well.
I then proceeded to complete this task.
I sighed.
If only I had someone to love, maybe, just maybe, I would be a bit more happier.
My thoughts went back to Gerard, but I then got myself back on track.
'Do this task. Nothing else.' I told myself.
Okay.
Here goes nothing.
And I broke into the room, after a few knocks to see if anyone was in there.
I made my way, quickly, to the bedroom and found this guy's laptop.
Just before all of the information was onto the memory stick, the hotel room door opened.
"Shit" I whispered.
Two guys were talking, then a girl started talking.
I didn't really pay much attention to what they were saying, I just kept my mind focused on getting the memory stick out and getting out safely without anyone seeing me.
Within seconds, the memory stick had all the information on it.
I then pulled it out quickly but carefully, shut down his laptop, and tried to find a way to escape.
The bathroom. No.
I can't get out from the hotel room now.
I thought.
The window.
Oh wonderful.
I would break into an empty room, and get out from that way.
Yeah.
I then put the memory card into an inside pocket of my trench coat, and opened up the window slowly, so it wouldn't make any noise.
This hotel wasn't one of those expensive hotels.
It was cheap.
It probably didn't even have an alarm system for if someone broke into another room.
I then got out of the window, and landed on a back porch.
So, the hotel has back porches too?
They were all divided by a 4 foot wall.
I just had to climb over each wall until I found a room that was empty.
One by one, I made my way through each of the hotel room's back porches.
Once I was near the end, I picked it up a bit.
That, was a close call.
I then got in my car, drove to the Don's house to drop off the memory stick.
What was so important on this guy's computer?
I have no idea.
But it was a task.
I didn't need any reason to do a task.
As soon as I was pulled up at the front of the Don's house, I quickly cut off my car's engine.
"Bullet" the guy at the door nodded and opened the door for me.
I guess the Don needed serious protection.
If he went down, we all would go down with him.
I nodded back to the guy and walked in to be greeted by another guy.
"Bullet." He nodded also.
"Hi, I'm just coming to drop by this assignment thing." I told the guy, and he just nodded at me,saying that it was okay to do so.
I then continued to the Don's room.
When I was standing in front of the door, I knocked twice and followed that was a 'enter'.
I did, and saw that some sort of meeting was in process.
"I'm sorry. I was just coming to drop this off, but I'll do it in the morning, because I can see that you're bus-" I said, but the Don interrupted me.
"No, it's alright. These are just some friends of mine. Come in. Please." He said.
I entered, and one of the Don's men closed the door.
"You got all of the information onto the memory stick?" He asked me.
"Yes. Here it is." I said, placing it in his hand that was extended.
"Good job. Here is your new assignment." He said, giving the memory stick to one of his men.
Then, another one of his men handed me a folder.
"All of the information is in there. Just look it over tonight, and I'll have someone contact you in the morning." He said, and nodded to the door, meaning that it was time for me to leave.
"Okay, thank you." I said, and walked out of the room.
On my way out of the house, the Don's men nodded at me and said 'Bullet'.
I guess that I was getting more well known.
Oh well.
I clutched onto the envelope as I made my way to my car.
I got in my car, started it up, and headed home to relax.
I wonder what this new assignment was.
It was in a folder.
So I'm guessing that it contained a lot of details and such.
I would just have to take a good look at it after I soak myself in a hot bath.
Yeah, that'd be lovely.

Okay, so this part is gonna be on the short side also.
And my readers are quite the predictors.
Nice job on guessing who Brandon was XD
Things here are okay, I guess.
I'll be at my aunts, babysitting, the WHOLE weekend.
AND SHE HAS A COMPUTER!!!
YAY!!
I'm so happy, aren't you?
bahaha.
daglakiki1121@yahoo.com <-- my msn.
Talk to me this weekend :)
I'll be on msn.
Well.. I guess I'll stop talking to you all can see whats in store for this part..
And Sara- =DDDD
Congrats, you're still in it XD
Love yas.
<33 Bri
I CALLED RACH! Nah nah =P XD

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(Deathwish's POV)
So, just a few days ago, news about me spread EVERYWHERE.
I figured that today would be a good day to get out and get some fresh air.
The only place that I could think of was the local coffee shop.
Oh, great.
With all of my might, I went to the coffee shop.
I ordered a French Vanilla Capuccino and sat down at an empty table.
It was hard.
I'll admit that.
But I just tried to deal.
On my way out, my cell phone buzzed, which meant that I had received a text message.
Yeah, I got a new cell phone number and phone from Skeleton.
While I was making my way to the door to exit the coffee shop, I was too busy on my phone to notice that someone was in front of me.
My knee hit somewhere on this person's body and I lost my balance, but thankfully I regained some balance by stepping back a little.
My cell phone had dropped, as did my 'doodle' book.
With everything going on last week, I had started to put my feelings into words.
Poems, I guess you could call them.
In High School, I used to always write poems or other things like that.
But as time passed, I gave up on it, and I didn't really know why.
I picked up my things and apologized, "Sorry about that".
I then stood up straight only to be greeted by those eyes that made me weak in the knees.
Brina.
Wonderful.
I had to keep it cool, though.
I looked totally different now.
There would be no way that she would remember me.
"O-oh, it's alrig-ght." She said, stuttering and with a small smile lingering on her lips.
She was falling for me again.
Great.
"I'm Brandon." I said, remembering the name that Skeleton gave me.
Sure, Deathwish was my name.
But I needed a 'normal' name.
I stuck out my hand to shake hers.
That's what people do when they first meet someone, right?
"Hi, I'- I'm Brina." she said slightly while shaking my hand.
I looked deep into her eyes.
She looked like shit.
Honestly.
Sure, she looked beautiful and normal on the outside, but I could see past her thick, protective wall that she surrounded herself in.
After we shook hands, I checked my watch, remembering that I had to meet the group soon.
"I'm sorry Brina, but I've got to go. See you around?" I asked her, with hope that I would somehow still be able to see the love of my life and owner of my heart.
"Yeahh.." She smiled.
I just smiled and then left the coffee shop.
Once I was in my new car- Blue Mustang, I then blasted my music and starting screaming along with Aiden's 'Die Romantic'.
Screaming helped with all the mixed emotions that I was hiding deep in me.
I had to calm down.
We had a secret meeting again.
We'd be having one of these once a week.
It was for one purpose, and one purpose only.
Operation: Bullet.
In 10 minutes, I arrived at Skeleton's house, which was now my house, to go to the meeting in Skeleton's private room.
I cut off the engine, walked into my new house, and made my way to the private room.
When I got there, we were only waiting on a new girl.
"What's her name?" I asked, curiously.
"Well, we have 3 new recruiters to this operation..." Lethal said.
"Oh, really? What're their names?" I asked curiously.
"Malice, Mady Malice. Some bass player's girlfriend named Jawbreaker. Jean Jawbreaker. And then we've got Sara Suffer- who has been with us for about 2 years now and wants to get more serious tasks." Skeleton said.
What?!
"Sara Suffer?" I asked no one in particular.
"Yeah, what's wrong with--" Sympathy asked me but then knew why.
"Oh shit." Lethal said.
"Yeah, exactly. We'll just have to play it cool. Remember, I'm Deathwish, but otherwise Brandon." I told them all, refreshing their memories.
They all shook their heads, and the three new girls entered the room.
"Welcome to my private room," Skeleton said and once they were all in, she pushed her handy dandy little button.
"This is my private room. Whatever we say in this room, stays in this room. If I hear that something gets out of this room, the consequences are very simple. You get to hear some church bells. And not the wedding kind.." Skeleton said, then we started discussing what happened this week.
"Okay, so as you all know, Deathwish has, how shall we say this?... He has completed Step one of Operation: Bullet. Now, for you three that haven't been here for the big meeting where we explained what would happen, here is a booklet that I had one of my men make for you. Take a look at it, and what not." Skeleton explained.
"Yeah, I saw her at the coffee shop today. I accidentally bumped into her.." I said, afraid that there would be a problem about that.
"And, how did she look? Did she notice you?" Sympathy asked me.
"She looked like there was a wall surrounding her. And no, she didn't." I said.
"Why would she notice you?" Suffer asked.
I looked at Lethal, asking for an escape.
"Because, he used to date Bullet, then he got a make-over thing in order for this operation to completely work." Lethal said.
Good cover up.
True, but not into too much detail.
If Suffer knew that I was Wrecker, she'd hop on me like I were on fire.
Not a good thing, because there goes my whole 'dying' thing.
This week, we planned to just let Brina go.
You know, let her re-coop.
I heard that she hasn't been out of her room in a week.
Today was probably the first day that she went out.
Next week, she'd be given some difficult tasks.
She would have to kill her first customer.
She was to dress up as a hooker of some sort, an outfit in that duffel bag that I-- I mean Wrecker had given her.
Then she was to kill him in the process of seducing him.
She'd complete it with certainty.
I--- I mean Wrecker had taught her well.
This was going to be hard.
Being on the opposite team as her.
She fell for the wrong guy, and I fell for the wrong girl.
For two contract killers on opposite sides to get married, it was very dangerous.
They'd be in danger non stop.
That's why no one would EVER think of getting married to another contract killer.
It was just too dangerous.
I sighed, and listened to what other people were saying for the rest of the meeting.
You know, if I even WERE to marry Bri, I'd have to wait years.
A lot of years.
I doubt she'll still feel the same way about me though.
Too bad now.
She only knew Brandon, not Gerard.
Gerard was dead.
Inside, I was dead.
Dead.
Maybe I should try to write something about this....

Okay, I'm not quite happy with the length of this part.. but I'm happy with how it ends XD
Well...
Chyeah.
nothing much to say really.
just been getting some killer headaches.. thats all.
Cant stand music atm, cant stand the sun, or the heat.
kk. here's part 10.
love yas.
<33 Bri

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(Bullet's POV) (A Week Later)
"Bri!... Brii!!... Brina!?" Roxi called out from downstairs.
I sighed and decided to answer her.
"What?" I yelled back, slightly sitting up on my bed.
I was still in the same clothes from the week before.
I hadn't eaten much since then, either.
"You have a package." She said.
"From?" I asked, gruggily getting out of bed.
"Doesn't say." She said before I stepped out of my bedroom and into the upstairs hallway.
"Fine..."I said and started walking down the stairs.
"No there's that beautiful face that I haven't seen for days." Roxi smiled.
I smiled a bit, "Yeah."
"These came for you about an hour ago. I put them in water for you." She said and guided me to the kitchen.
I was shocked.
"Flowers? From who?" I asked, taking a good look at the blue and purple roses.
"I told you, it doesn't say. There's a card, though. I didn't open it." She said and handed me a small envelope.
I took it and sat down on one of the stools for the kitchen island thing.
Once I was comfortable, I opened up the envelope.
It contained a little piece of paper with just a bit of writing on it.
It read:
'I'm sorry to hear about your loss. He was a good guy, and a man of his word. I talked to him about a week before he passed. He loved you with all of his heart and then some. I'm sorry.
-Deathwish'

Deathwish?
Who the hell?
"Ey, Rox?" I called out in this big house.
"Yeah?" She answered from the front room.
"Can you please come here for a sec?" I asked her.
Within seconds she was in front of me.
"What?" She asked.
"You've been training and in the business for the past week, right?" I asked her.
"Yeah, why?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Have you heard of a 'Deathwish'?" I asked curiously.
"Deathwish?" She bit her lip, in a train of though.
"Hmmn. No---wait. Deathwish. .... Oh, he's uh, Skeleton's new recruiter." She said while fixing her hair into a bun.
"Oh, okay. Thanks. Oh, one more thing..." I said.
"Sure, what?" She asked, pulling her bangs behind her ears.
"Any chocolate in the house?" I asked, a bit too quietly.
She smiled.
"No, but we can take a ride to the coffee shop or something." She suggested.
"Mmm. Sounds good. Let's go." I said, getting up from my chair and grabbed my car keys.
"You wanna go like ...." She paused and pointed to my hair, "...like that?"
I walked to the bathroom to see what was so wrong about my hair.
"Oh my god," escaped from my lips as I examined my hair.
"Yeah, told ya. Go shower, get dressed in clean clothes and fix your hair. THEN, we'll leave." She smiled.
"Oh, alright. Give me one of your mixed CD's so I have some form of entertainment while I shower." I said.
She reached into her personal cabinet and pulled out a CD.
"Here ya go. Hurry up a little, kay?" She asked me while she placed the CD in my hand.
"Yep. Got it. Thanks." Is aid and made my way to my bedroom.
2 weeks ago, Roxi and I cleaned out Tiff's old bedroom.
That room was now Roxi's room.
I didn't want it because I was just fine with my room.
Once I was in my room, I shut the door, put the CD on blast, got undressed and hopped into the shower.
Roxi had a great taste in music.
A funny great taste.
This mix CD had Aiden on it, From First To Last, AND Justin Timberlake.
Quite a combo, if you ask me.
It only took me about 20 minutes to shower, dress, and fix my hair.
Like any other day, I straightened my hair.
That night with Gerard would be the last time I would curl my hair.
It would remind me of that night TOO much if I were to curl my hair again.
"You clean up nice. I think you should stick with the 'clean' look. 'Dirty' doesn't suit you." Roxi laughed as I was walking down the stairs.
"Thank you. Who's driving?" I asked, grabbing a little sweater.
"I will. You haven't driven in a week." She said and grabbed her car keys on the kitchen countertop.
We left to go to the coffeeshop.
Oh, the coffee shop.
Wonderful.
I took a deep breath, and tried to overcome the sorrow that flooded in my heart as we walked into the coffee shop.
As we were waiting in line, someone bumped into me.
I turned around to see who it was.
It was a slim-figured guy with beach-blonde hair and with a band-obsessed wardrobe.
"Sorry about that." He said and stood up straight, gaining some posture.
Once I looked into his eyes, I was captivated.
I tried to snap myself out of the trance that this gorgeous boy had put me in.
"O-oh, it's alrig-ght." I said with a small smile.
"I'm Brandon." He said and stuck his hand out to shake mine to have a proper introduction.
"Hi, I'- I'm Brina." I said, at a loss of words.
His eyes, they were so gorgeous.
They reminded me of someone, but at the moment, I didn't know who.
All I know is that this guy had my attention.
My full attention.
After shaking hands, he checked his watch.
"I'm sorry Brina, but I've got to go. See you around?" He asked me, connected to my eyes.
"Yeahh.." slipped out of my mouth with a smile.
He smiled, and then left.
"What the hell just happened there?" Roxi asked, all confused as we were still waiting in line to order coffees.
"I.. I don't know. But his eyes.. Oh his eyes.." I said, in a trance.
Great.
Another distraction.
I was quiet the girl to hop from one boy to the next.
But his eyes.
They were so..
So..
And that's when it hit me.
His eyes reminded me of none other than....
Gerard.

Okay, so uh, my moms not home at the moment, so that's why I'm online.
This part made me cry =|
I'm sure you'll all love it.
Things here are still kinda off the cliffs.
My mom went to go shopping in a mini skirt and heels.. she's not getting better.
idk.
But ummn, I"M GETTING A LAPTOP!
only becoz my old one got stolen by my mom's old best friend..so chyeah.
My uncle= AMAZING! <33
haha.
Chyeah, I'm feeling a bit better today.
I neeeed new music.
Anyone know of any good bands?
Coz yeah, I need new music XD
lyall!!
ENJOY!
<333 Bri

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(Gerard's POV)

This moment was perfect.
The girl of my dreams... right here, in my arms, kissing me.
Then, my fucking phone had to ruin it.
We broke away so I could answer my cell.
"Shit." I huffed as I was getting my cell phone out of my pants pocket.
"Hello?" I answered.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She asked, pissed.
Now this was MY teacher.
She taught me all that I knew.
She was the person that everyone mistook for a guy.
Sam Skeleton.
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
"You're attached. You can't. I just found out more about the Don's plans for your little girlfriend. Get her home and meet me at my house. Got it?" She asked.
"Fine." I sighed, then hung up.
Wonderful.
"Who was that?" Bri asked curiously.
"A business call. I hate for this night to end, but I gotta go do something." I said sadly.
"Oh, that's alright. It's getting late anyway." She said.
We talked while we walked back to our cars.
"See you tomorrow?" She asked, her eyes filled with want and joy.
I walked over to her, pushed her against her car with my body and kissed her passionately.
"Hopefully." I smiled after our kiss ended.
She smiled and then got into her car after I let her go.
"Goodnight." She said sweetly, while starting her car.
"Goodnight." I said, backing away from her car.
She was then gone.
I got in my car and headed toward Skeleton's house.
Once I arrived there, there were already a few cars in her driveway, so I parked on the curb of the sidewalk.
She had already called the rest of the gang.
Yes, a 'secret' gang.
I shut off my car and walked to the door.
Within seconds after I rang the doorbell, one of my workers opened the door for me.
She shut the door, and I then began to speak.
"So Lethal, what's the news?" I asked her.
In a way, she was like my assistant, but she rarely went out.
"I don't know. Skeleton waited for us all to be here." She said while pulling her dark brown straight hair into a ponytail.
"Oh okay. Well then let's all go to hear this news." I said as we both made our ways to Skeleton's business room.
Everyone else was already in there when Lethal and I entered.
"Okay. Now we're all here." Lethal told Skeleton.
Skeleton spun around in her chair, "Good."
She pushed a button, and all the windows and doors were covered with a thick metal covering.
Oh so top secret.
"So, as you all know, the Don has a recruiter, Bullet. I had an insider find out alot more about this situation." Skeleton explained.
We all looked at her, waiting to hear about this news.
"The Don has plans. Very cruel plans. We won't be able to stop it; but we can control it, somewhat." She said.
"What?" I asked.
"First, he plans on making her the most trained. Then he plans on killing you, Gerard. After Bullet find out that you're dead, she'll put up a guard like no one will be able to touch her. The Don will say that I'm the one who killed Gerard; so she'll want to hurt me. So she agrees to do anything for the Don because he offers her a chance to strike at me. But you see, when she does pop up to see me, she'll find out that it was really the Don. So when she confront him about it, he has one of his men thats going to shoot her with a memory wipe out gun. Then he'll have Bullet. A bullet-proof Brina basically. So, there are some ways we can handle this...." Skeleton said.
I just listened, in hopes of whatever plan we choose- it saves Bri.
She has NO idea what she got herself into....

(No One's POV)
That night, the gang decided on what was going to happen.
Sure, it would take a while for it to work.
But step after step, they would do it.
What exactly do they have planned?
You'll find out soon enough.
The next week flew by.
Wrecker trained Bullet just as the Don told him.
Bullet was put through those 'tests'.
She didn't feel safe at home anymore.
Bri hadn't seen Gerard in a week.
She figured that he had work to do.
No one knew this, but day after day, a shield was building itself around Bri.
By the end of 2 weeks, she'd be crushed by one scary and painful detail.
Gerard was not surprised that the Don was going to kill him.
He just couldn't imagine how alone Bri would feel.
He'd be forbidden to see her again.
It was such a horrible ending for their love story.
2 weeks passed now.
Bullet was a professional now.
Here's where our story picks up again....

(Bullet's POV)
"What?" I asked him in disbelief on the verge of crying.
"I'm sorry Bullet. I found him in his room, laying in a pool of his blood. A rose was thrown on his body..." Ripp told me over the phone.
I was now crying.
My heart- it felt empty and cold.
"Where's... Rox... eee?" I asked, trying to keep myself together.
"I'll call her. Stay where you are." Ripp said and hung up.
No.
He can't be dead.
My eyes filled with tears, and I screamed out loud.
"No!"
"You can't die."
"No.. no... no. no. no. NO!" I screamed as I fell to the floor.
How could this happen?
Why?
I felt so empty, so cold.... so alone.
He was gone... forever.
"Bri?" Roxi cried out from the front room.
I guess she just followed the screams.
She got down on the floor with me and pulled me into a tight hug.
"Sh, Bri. I know, and I'm sorry." She said.
It sounded like she was crying, too.
"Roxi, he's gone." I cried.
She just caressed my back.
Things would never be the same...

(Gerard's POV)
"Lethal, call your boyfriend. Tell him to come over as soon as possible. Tell him that I need a full make-over. New hair, new look, new everything." I told Lethal while I went upstairs to calm down a bit.
"Okay, I will." She said and went to her kitchen.
I was at her house.
That's where Skeleton asked me to be for this.
So I'm here.
There were no words to describe how I felt about this.
I would never be able to see Bri.
That hurt so much.
Now, I would live in the shadows.
I decided to say goodbye to Gerard.
I took a shower, got dressed, and fixed my hair for the last time as Gerard.
Vengence. No.
Vendetta- no - that's what Bri would want.
To get vendetta for me for whoever 'so-called' killed me.
I heard a knock on the door.
"He's here." She said.
"Oh okay. I'll be down in a sec." I said and wiped the tears from my eyes.
I gained some posture, then walked downstairs.
"Deathwish." He nodded, greeting me.
I nodded, "Deathwish it is."
He then made me sit down and he went to work.
In about 2 hours, my hair was short and blonde, my clothing style resembled a teenage, band-obsessed boy, and I was now Deathwish.
"Thanks man. I need a new car, though." I said, handing him my keys for both of my cars.
"I already have it settled. Here are the keys. It should arrive tomorrow where expected. It'll go perfect with your new persona." he said, taking my old keys and giving me a new set of keys.
The keys had a horse on them.
Mustang.
Wonderful.
"Okay, now my work is done. I'll be home soon Liza. I have 2 more things to do." He said, kissing Lethal on the cheek and left.
"Thanks Lethal, for letting me stay here for this." I said gratefully.
"Oh no problem. I'll gie you a ride to Skeleton's, since you don't have a car yet." She said and grabbed her car keys.
"Okay, thanks." I said, and carried 2 luggages full of new-ish clothes to her car.
We left and I arrived at Skeleton's in about 15 minutes.
This would be my new home.
I was now under Skeleton, as Deathwish.
In about a week, I was to be the newest, most-skilled in the business.
Everyone would know about me, and the Don would want me to be under him, of course.
He always wanted the 'new meat'.
Just as planned, Bullet would be given assignments that dealt with me in some way.
I would now talk like me.
New Jersey accent.
I sighed, and tried to get settled in my new room.
Thing would never be the same now...
..and it killed me.