Rachel Reilly

He was tapping his foot, looking at everything but me. I shifted uncomfortably.

"Soo... what time is the train-"

"I don't know." He said before I even had time to finish. I was stunned for a moment.

"OK..." I said and we lapsed into silence again.

I wondered what he was thinking as he waited impatiently. Could he really be so eager to go home when all I wanted to do was stay? I couldn't believe that. I remembered when he had tried to force me to go home and how he had refused to go with me. There was no way he wanted to go home, for the same reason I didn't.

Neither of us mentioned it, and I had tried not to think about it, but both of us were now being smacked in the face with it.

We were the ones that would have to tell mom.

Maybe it was just me being paranoid, but I think Jordan agreed that there was no way she was going to belief us.

"Oh, yeah, by the way Mom, an assassin told us Dad is a druggie and let her into the house so that she almost killed him because he thought she was bringing him coke. No not the Coca-Cola kind of coke... Just thought, you know, you might want to know."

Yeah, right.

"Are you worried?"

He glanced down at me, surprised that I broke the silence.

"About what?"

"About going home." I paused. "About Dad."

His eyes widened. "Dad?" He looked away. "Wow, I forgot about him." Jordan said.

"You forgot?"

He didn't answer just kept avoiding my eyes.

"What's the first thing you're going to do when you get home?" I asked him, pretending that I was actually looking forward to going home. "I'm taking a bubble bath in the big bathtub in Mom and... in Mom's bathroom." I said, carefully not mentioning Dad again.

He shrugged.

"Haven't you thought about it?" I asked him.

He nodded slowly. "Yeah, I've been thinking about it."

I sighed and stopped pushing for a conversation.

The silence made the minutes drag on.

"My God, when is the train coming?" I whined.

I heard Jordan mumble something.

"What?" I asked.

He looked at me. "Do you want to go home?" He asked. I stared at him for a long time.

It was like he was a completely different person. It was as if I didn't know him anymore.

This wasn't my brother. My brother got asked by a girl almost everyday to go the prom with her already by November. My brother had so many friends I didn't even know if he knew all their names. The only time my brother wasn't like that was when I had cancer.

The man standing next to me was not my brother. And I didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing.

And that's when I knew what he had been thinking about the whole time we had been standing there.

"No." I said. "Not really."

And we stood there and watched the people rush passed us as the train squeaked into the tracks, neither of us moving.

"There you are!" I exclaimed as I saw them come in. She was wearing Jordan's jacket and looked extremely uncomfortable in it. She quickly took it off and gave it to him. I could tell by both their body language that something had happened. Standing between them was almost as awkward as the way they tried not to look at each other.

"Sooo..." I said. "I'm going to go and dance." I said and slipped away and glanced back at them. Even if they only stood less than a foot apart, I could tell there was an invisible wall there was between them.

For a minuscule town, there was a lot of people there.

As I danced with the crowd, I kept glancing back to make sure they were still there. After a bit they began to talk a bit.

I smiled and turned around and danced a bit more. After a minute or so I glanced back but now Jordan was alone, looking after something, which I assumed to be Enya, walking off with the boy she was going to kill.

Enya Fox

It was probably the first time that I didn't know what to say. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk, that was usually why I didn't, but right now I had no idea what I should say.

Suddenly a question burned my lips.

"When are you and Rachel going to leave? Afterward? Or even later, when the summer is over? Do you realize how much shit that could get you in?" I asked, trying to keep my voice under control.

"I don't know. Rachel has school in the fall and I guess I have to go to college." He said. "But it seems to me, that we won't be the only ones that need to leave."

And as he said it I felt like smacking myself in the face. Of course, all of us had to leave after Peter was gone. I would have to spend the rest of my life hiding from Marty and trying to find another employer, but considering how sloppy I had been I would probably end up in some precinct soon and Rachel and Jordan would be taken and forced to tell everything that had happened. I didn't pretend like I could live like this forever.

"I could postpone it. We would all leave together and then you could go home and I would come back one night and kill him." I said.

He glanced at me. "If that's what you want to do then."

I didn't answer.

"Diann!" I heard Peter exclaim as he come close. "Jordan! Good to see you. Um, do you want to dance Diann?" He asked me hesitantly. I nodded.

"See ya later." I said to Jordan and walked off with Peter.

"Peter, the dresses was too much." I said as we made our way through the people.

"Oh, don't worry about it." He said.

The silence we lapsed into was awkward, something that I had never experienced with Jordan, and neither of us moved toward the mob of dancing people, even though that was the reason Peter had taken me away from Jordan

"Um, do you want to go and get some fresh air?" I asked

"OK." He said and we walked out to the balcony.

"Look, it's still light." He said.

"Yeah." I responded.

We were silent again.

"Do you want to take a walk in the woods over there?" I asked him, as the sky turned darker and I was sure that no one was out there.

"Oh, OK." He said.

We made our way out to the woods and began to tread on the trail.

We walked in silence but in my head I was thinking about what I should do.

It was the most perfect moment to do the job. I wasn't quite in the mentality yet, but if I asked him to stop for a moment I could prepare myself and I could do it. Even though Jordan and I had changed our plan, I knew that if I didn't do it now I would never. If I couldn't do it now, I could never. It would be impossible to come back, not just because of me but because I would be spending my time running away from Marty. And if I did kill Peter, I wondered if that would be enough to put me in Marty's good graces again. It wasn't as if I could go back now and kill Mr. Reilly.

I felt the cold metal of the gun press against my thigh. I had a silencer and I knew that no one would hear. The gun wasn't registered, thanks to some of Marty's friends, and all I would have to do is put it in his hands and then run out screaming. Or I could knock him out, walk out crying that we had "broken up" and then sneak back and kill him.Or just kill him, take Jordan and Reilly, and run. And it wasn't as if I needed the gun really. There were other ways.

None of those ways were the best of plans. The best was probably to leave and then kill him. But I couldn't do that.

Then I stopped for a moment, well not walking, just stopped thinking that train of thought. I suddenly reminded myself that I always, always knew why I was killing someone. I never did it unless I knew why. But I didn't know why I was to kill Peter. I had taken it without a second thought. Who would want a boy like him dead? What could he possibly have done? Was it his money? Or something his parents did?

"Peter?" I asked quietly.


"Can I ask you something?"

He smiled at me breaking the silence.

"'Course." He said.

"What's your darkest secret?" I asked him.

His brow crinkled.

"Why do you ask?"

"I just wanted to know. You don't have to answer." I said quickly, pretending to be embarrassed.

"No, it's OK." He thought for a moment. "I don't want to scare you." He said finally.

"You won't. My secret's pretty scary too."

"You have a secret?"

"Everyone does." I said with a teasing laugh. "You go first."

"OK, well. Do you know how my dad died?" He asked me.

"No..." I said, but inside I was glad and could tell this was going somewhere and wasn't something stupid like 'I stole gum when I was eleven.'

He leaned forward. "He was killed by an assassin."

"Shut up, you're such a liar. Assassins are just something made up by Hollywood." I said, but inside I was screaming he knows, he knows, he knows!

"No, I'm serious. His name was Marty and-"

"Marty? Sure. Who would name someone Marty and why would he tell you his name?" I asked him, my smile fading.

"Shhh, listen. So Marty killed my dad and then said to me-"

"How can you talk so calmly about your dad being murdered?!" I asked.

"Diann, are you OK? I can stop, you seem really upset." He said suddenly.

"No, tell me." I said and shook myself.

"So he told me that my dad was an assassin too and that's how he got rich."


"Wait, there's more. Then he told me that if I wanted to, I could replace my dad." He smiled.

"What is wrong with you?" I almost yelled.

He took a step back.

"You... You buy me a dress with the money that your father made by killing people and then tell me that you could have been like him and... and... oh my God..." I said and put a hand to my head. The things I was saying I wasn't really processing, but my shock and horror was real. This was the missing boy. We all knew about him, me and Scott, and other people I had met in my dealings. He was like a legacy to our sorority or fraternity or whatever you wanted to say. Everyone expected him to be some sort or amazing killer, expected him to be trained by his father.

Three years ago when Marty had killed Mr. Pesh, or K as we called him then (I was called E. There were very few people that were trusted with full names.), was when I was made his main killer. Everyone was shocked, and expected it to be his son, even though no one had ever seen his son.

Marty never talked about it. I knew that he always killed his main killers when he thought they were too powerful and yet I, and everyone else, still pined to be just that.

"Diann, calm down. I'm sorry, let me explain!" He called. There was a bench on the side of the trail and I sat down on it.

"I was just as freaked out as you were, but I got over it. I changed my name and moved here. No one has ever bothered me. I don't even know if I believe it. And for my father, I didn't really mourn his loss. I never saw him or anything growing up." Peter said in a rush.

"And what? You were just like no, I don't want to kill people and Marty was just OK with that?"

"Well, no. But that's what I said. I changed my name and moved around a bunch of places and stuff until I settled here."

And so that was why it had taken Marty three years to find the person that knew about him. That was why I was here.

"And your mom?" I asked.

"Oh, she died when I was little."

"How could you do all this, you weren't eighteen yet."

"Oh, there are ways with money." He said. I sat there and shook my head.

"Can't people track your money? Why did you never tell the police?"

"You think they would believe me? And what would they do?"

"That explains a lot." I said. I felt as if my whole world had been turned upside down. This was his son. I shook my head. It was impossible to grasp. He knew, all this time, about Marty and assassins, and yet he never suspected me. The idiot thought that just changing his name and moving would protect him forever.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

I closed my eyes and shook my head again. Taking a deep breath, I reached down and curled my fingers around my pistol.

Sophie Kunners

I took my laptop out and sat down on a bench and began typing. I carried my laptop with my almost everywhere when I was doing a story, it was much fresher in my mind when I was at the actual place. I took out my notes to refresh my memory.

"Argh." I mumbled to myself. There was the first note I wrote. It reminded me to talk to Serena, who first saw Enya. I closed my laptop and got up and made my way to the woman.

"Hello, are you Serena?" I asked.

"Yes, how may I help you?" She said with a smile.

"I was told you received Enya when she first arrived, is that correct?"

"Yes, it is." She responded.

"Can I ask you some questions?"

"Well, aren't you already?" She answered with a question, but not rudely.

I smiled. "Yes, I am. How did Enya look when she came here?"

"Much worse than she does now. You should have seen her. She was a wreck. I thought she was one of those girls that was abused, we get a lot of those. I don't know if anyone told you but she even got medical treatment when she first came here. Sometimes I get the feeling she doesn't even remember it herself, she was completely out of it. If no one knew better, everyone would say she looked like a stereotypical domestic abuse case."

"Did she say what it was from?"

"Car crash. 'Course then I thought it was one of those 'I walked into a door' excuses."

"What about her friends?" I asked. I liked Serena immediately, although it was probably because she was so obliging in answering.

"Oh, well Rachel has come and gone all the time I can barely count it on my fingers. Jay was here for the second time, but this time he was such a nuisance as you probably saw... Sara isn't really a friend but-"

"Wait, Jay's here?"

"Well, dear, you just missed him."

I put down my laptop next to my other things, cursing myself. I then ran through the hallways until I made it outside. There was still the mob of amateur reporters who couldn't get in. I opened the doors, careful not to let any of them in, and pushed through the crowd as quickly as possible.

How could I possibly miss that Jay had come and gone without speaking to him? I mentally hit myself repeatedly.

Suddenly, I stopped. I don't know what it was but there was something that I had seen. I retraced my steps and there, sitting on the ground and leaning against the wall of the building, was the man that I had no doubt was Jay.

"Jay?" I asked. Alright, I had some doubt.

He glanced up and at one glance at his pupils I knew he was wasted.

Great. All this for nothing. It wasn't like I could interview him drunk and I didn't have time to look him up tomorrow.

"Who're you?" He asked.

I shook my head in disgust, at myself and at him, and walked away.

Mary Beth Nilsson

"Officer, I insist that I see her now. I have been waiting for a long time."

"Yes, I understand, but-"

"But what? What could possibly be so important that is happening right now that prevents me from seeing my granddaughter?"

"Well, you can see her, but you haven't been cleared to speak to her yet."

I didn't care for all this nonsense, but I followed him as he led me into a room.

"There." He said, gesturing to a window. "That is your granddaughter."

I stared at her.

"What happened to her?" I asked, shocked at her appearance.

"She was in a car crash."

"Who was driving?" I asked again. I hadn't been expecting this, but I was thankful for an excuse to ask about so I didn't actually have to look at her.

"She was."

I shook my head.

"She knows how to drive?"

He shrugged. "Apparently."

"Who did she crash into?"

"Oh, no, it was a one car crash. Actually, it wasn't even accidental."

"Not accidental? What did she do, drive off a cliff?" The question if she was mentally stable ran through my mind, until of course I remembered why she was here.

The officer glanced down at me before he addressed my question. "Actually, that's exactly what she did."

He had left me to stand here and watch her. Of course, I wasn't "cleared" to go inside and speak to her yet.

She just sat there. She didn't look at anything particular, though now and then her brow would furrow, and I could tell she was thinking extremely hard about something.

I stood there for about half an hour before he came in.

I could tell he had snuck in because when he saw me he froze.

"Oh, um." He said. I glanced at him, wondering who he was, and raised an eyebrow, giving him permission to go.

He walked up to the door and opened it, and I think both of us were surprised that it wasn't locked.

He took a deep breath, glanced at me looking at him once more, and opened the door.

I glanced into the window watching as he approached her. She didn't even look up.

"I asked you not to come." She said quietly. I was shocked when I heard her voice, hearing in my mind the echo of her younger voice.

"I asked you not to tell any one who I was." He said. I could tell he was holding in anger.

"I didn't say your last name."

"Why did you even mention me?" He yelled at her. She didn't even flinch as he crashed his fist into the table.

"Don't worry, if no one sees you then no one will know it's you. Although, according to Fisk, you already let yourself be seen."

The man opened his mouth, and then closed it again and banged his fists once more into the table. I was shocked that she didn't flinch when he was standing so close to her and I was out here watching and I reacted to the loud bang.

"I think you should leave now." She quietly whispered, looking down at the table.

He made a noise of frustration, looked at her for a moment like he wanted to kill her, which scared me considering this was someone she knew and who knew who she associated with, and then turned around, muttering fiercely under his breath.

He slammed the door behind him as he entered the viewing room, which sounded morbid as I thought it in my mind, and saw me watching him with wide, fearful eyes.

"Who are you?" He asked. I opened my mouth but nothing intelligent came out.

"Never mind." He said. "I'm screwed anyway." And then he walked away.

I turned back and looked at Enya. She was holding her up to her face and resting her elbows on the table and shaking her head. Suddenly I noticed her head snap up, and for a second I thought she was looking right at me, but instead it seemed she was looking past me. She gave a small smile and then moved her mouth as if she were saying something. Then she put her head down and rested it on the table, and let out a deep breath.

I shook my head.

It was almost as if she was hallucinating.

Hey guys, pretty quick update huh? yeah I'm proud of myself haha. eleven pages D I hope you liked my Peter Pesh twist, because I had no idea it was coming so if you knew it was coming you are one genius haha.

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