A/N Hi there! Thank you so much for giving my first story a chance!

This entire story is dedicated to my wonderful brother. He unknowingly inspired me to write this...

Taking a second look around the Hunter home you would notice far more than you would if you had just taken a short first glance. The short hallway leading from the front door to the living room was littered with pictures on the walls. The living room held a pristine white piano, and when the afternoon sun hit the large French white window to the back of it, the piano would give off the most beautiful reflection of the sun, lighting up the entire room with a golden glow.

There were two, pure-white couches in front of the piano with a stained brown coffee table in between. A fireplace stood in the back of the room across from the kitchen, colored white to match the rest of the room.

The second floor to the home was very similar, quaint in nature like its inhabitants. Two bedrooms stood at the sides of the white, gray carpeted staircase. One master and one regular, each one perfectly decorated. Yet there was one person missing from the family. The pictures that covered the walls of the upstairs hallway as well contained three people. But only two remained to occupy the home.

The small, modest, yet all around pleasant house sat in a small little town of Fallen Valley. Set deep back from the roads you could hardly see the home. But everyone in town knew the Hunter's especially the daughter. She was a celebrity around the town for her brilliant sleuthing abilities, though almost no one inside the town needed her help, almost everyone outside of the town did.

Small towns rarely have anything interesting going on, especially in Fallen Valley, Kansas. Although, two people sitting inside the living room of the Hunter house always seemed to have very interesting conversations...

"It's not really a big deal anyways." One of them said, putting a broken Kindle down on the table, which she had recently dropped down the stairs. Status? Torn to shreds...

"Not a big deal!" The other girl slammed her hands on the table, and scoffed at her friend's downplay, absent-mindedly glancing at the un-repairable, expensive piece of hardware on the table.

"For Pete's sake, do you even have any sense of excitement left!"

A pair of blue eyes bored into her brown.

"All right, okay, I get it." Lindsay leaned back into her chair, trying to act like she was giving up on her little 'mission',

"Really?" Audrey placed her elbow on the table, careful to avoid her now broken tablet, and put her head on her hand.

"Really."

"You're going to drop it now?"

"Yep,"

"Lindsay..."

"Okay, okay, so I'm not! Really, Audrey, please, please, please tell me!" Lindsay practically begged. She was acting like a three-year old.

Audrey sighed; after four years of knowing Lindsay, she still wasn't able to accept her surprises.

"Look, if I tell you, then it wouldn't be a surprise, and it's not all for fun you know." Audrey said, shaking her head,

Lindsay's face grew solemn, she knew what her best friend was going to do...And she did not like it.. "Don't tell me you're still going after that guy!?" Lindsay nearly screamed,

"Yes, and what's wrong with that!" Audrey screamed back, slamming her hands on the table, and shooting up from her seat.

"His trial was thrown out!" Lindsay shot up from her seat as well. Why couldn't she ever accept that all she was doing was protecting her?!

"You know why it was! He's a liar, a liar, a murderer, and a thief!"

After that outburst Audrey turned back to rationality,

This was the man who had eluded her for years, who had murdered countless people, even people she knew, one in particular.

Audrey dropped her head as she thought, waves of red hair slipping in front her face,

Flynn Jones was the man accused of the murder of Audrey's father. He was also accused of attempted murder, that was for almost killing Audrey.

The one most foolish thing she has ever done was go after him herself, after the mis-trial. She knew he was guilty, everyone knew he was guilty. But he did get off somehow, and that's what Audrey couldn't figure out.

It was unusually dark that night, the clouds blocking out the moon and the stars...as if it were an omen of what was about to happen to one incredibly determined girl...

"How ironic." The seventeen-year old muttered, slowly creeping along the barren floorboards of the old warehouse.

"It's almost always broken down, dilapidated or abandoned, and it's always a warehouse!"

The redhead made her way towards the back room, a gun in her hand,

She had stolen it from her father's safe that she had 'broken into' she didn't know exactly what compelled her to do this...in her mind one part of her screamed to go back, the other to prove them all wrong. Her shaking hands had grasped around the doorknob when she heard a sound that made her heart drop to the pit of her stomach, the hammer of a .45 clicking back.

Audrey wheeled around to see her 'target' standing four feet away from her."You didn't think I would be that stupid did you..." A deep voice as cold as stone called to her,

"Actually, I did." she said trying desperately to keep her voice under control...

"This is going to be quick and easy." Jones' gloated, raising the gun up to her head...

"Not if I can help it!" Audrey shouted as she opened the steel door that she had previously tried to enter and sailed behind it, effectively blocking the bullets that were aimed at her head, breathing heavily she fumbled as she turned the lock, ignoring the shouts of obscenities, and the pounds that came from the other side of the door.

Turning around with her back firmly against the door, the teen looked around frantically, trying to find some means of escape, when her eyes landed on a ventilation shaft at the left corner of the small room. Running purely on adrenaline, she raced over to the shaft, and realizing it was big enough to fit her small frame, tugged with all her might on the bars that separated her from sure freedom.

With the bars gone, she stole one last glance at the steel door that saved her life, which was still being pounded on by Jones, then pulled herself inside. Eventually she made it out, made it home, and faced severe punishment by her mother, who nearly squeezed the life out of her that night. Audrey never truly forgot what happened that night, and unfortunately neither did Jones...

"Okay Linds, I'm sorry, it's just...so personal you know." Audrey said, bringing her head back up to look at her concerned friend,

Lindsay placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "Yeah, yeah I know."

The girls' names were Audrey Marie Hunter, and Lindsay Elizabeth Brennan,

And they were about to discover something (or someone) they had both thought was gone...

In an abandoned warehouse in upstate New York, a killer named Flynn Jones was hiding deep inside the shadows. His raven colored hair blended in with the darkness around him. Dark, menacing, chocolate eyes put instant fright into anyone who got the unfortunate opportunity of looking into them. For it would most certainly be the last things they saw.

"So, you want to try to look for me again." He slowly made his way toward a large, jet black suitcase silently laying on a shipping container, "That makes things much, much easier don't you think?"

He then popped the locks that protected the contents, and then lifted the lid to show a very well-kept sniper rifle, "You can be way too predictable Audrey."

A/N My inner critic is telling me that this story is way too cliche. What do you think?