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'It all started with a girl doing a stroll around a garden. She is near a fence, when something caught her attention, it is a hare, too big for a rabbit. She decides to follow it, and finds herself squeezing through a hole, heedless as to how to get out again.'

As my classmate continue to read, we all stare in front waiting for the time to hit 12 o'clock.

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"Evie, lunch?" - I heard while my very best ffriendnext to me asked.

"I'll pass" as I really doesn't a fund to go eat and our class we're only till 3pm today.

"Oh, okay I'll just bring some bread later, okay?" with a smile on here face.

That's Emily Anchetta my good friend since Grade 9 Junior high and we are now at Grade 12.

Lunch is normally 1 hour so I think I just sleep until Emily comes back.

I will be docking my head to my desk but there is someone who tap my shoulder.

" Evie Almilla, right?" ----

"Yes?"- I answered

He moves closer into my ear and whispers. "Atropa Belladonna"

I've never be calmer into my life. Then before leaving he leaves a note putting it into my hand.

I docked my head under my desk and look of what's written in it. It only says "CODE"

My eyebrows crossed cause this is weird. What code? As I speak for myself.

I look at the window that at the side of the corridor and I saw him walking pass my side as he looks at me at the side of his eyes and he smirk.

" Eeeeeevie!!!" said Emily while she is literally waving her hand in front of my face.

"What happen?" she asked curiously.

I just answer with shaking my head from left to right.

"Here is your bread and it has a promo so I also got you a yogurt too, so that you'll have no hard time swallowing it." -as she handed it to me and advised me to eat it immediately, cause I only have 15 minutes time and our break will be over.

"Add it into my balance, this is a credit." - I am to shy to say thank you but I think she knows what I mean.

"Okay, okay." she sarcastically answers.

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After Class;

Emily got home first cause she has private driver and we go separate ways. So I walk home, but before that I will go to my part time job at a noodle shop as a waitress.

"Hello, boss!" as I wave and time in for my shift.

"You will be handling the deliveries today Evie." -- boss telling it to me cause I know how to drive and I could use some extra cash.

"Noted." - I answered with a thumbs up.

30 minutes that I have been time in, there are no costumers for deliveries.

And there is this kid who walked the shop no shoes and a black eye at the left side. She orders at the shop owner for delivery. And he handed me a paper of order.

The shop owner whisper unto my ear the location of the delivery.

"Okay. I'll be back before my shift ends." - I waved goodbye the drove off.

At the location;

"Hi, delivery!!" I shouted

The place looked abandon but it is quite big. There are no doorbells and the gate are open, ohh even the door.

"HELLO!!!" I shouted again and this time I hear someone moaning or groaning something like that.

Until I find him. His at the 2nd floor of the house tied up infront of the dinner table.

"Uhmm, Sir?" -while I walk slowly near him.

Then I remove the tape covering his mouth.

"Did you avail a delivery?" I asked him curious of what have happen.

"I didn't mean to hurt them.!" - he murmur, that echoed all over the dining room.

"I didn't mean too." as the knife that I was holding, is now through his left legs.

He let a scream that is heard from all the corners of the house.

As I pull it out and let him talk.

"How much?" he asked while he, himself is gasping for air and doing some loud heavy breathing.

The question left a ringing in my ear.

"Money??" I giggled a bit "Can I think about it??""" while my eyes wide and a blank stare, and a smile from ear to ear.

He started sobbing, while he looks outside to seek for a soul to help.

"Actually, I want like you to know. That I am already been paid." - I whispered sarcastically. "So it doesn't matter now if you have much more money that the one who pays me..." -I remember 50.

"and 48, 49, 50. Hellooooo. Are you still alive???" -lively asking him after 50x stabbing him all over his body.

He groaned and moaned but not a word.

"Here, have some berries." I fed him 2 berries and pushing them into his mouth with my index finger so he could swallow.

"Isn't it sweet? Goodbye, Mr. Leandro" as I look at him and smile like I'd just met my first love. As I walked away and passed through the door I even hang him a purple flower.

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Delivery success

-sent to boss.

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Profile

Evie M. Almilla

Grade 12 STEM

Orphan no parents since 12 years old.

Physical:

Height: 5 ft 4 in

Hair length: Chin level

Eyes: Hazel colored eyes

Weight: 55 kg

Skinny fair skin.

She supports herself by working as a waitress and delivery woman. Essentially, the owner of the noodle house is her guardian.

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At the noodle house;

"Boss?" I was shouting trying find Mr. Q

Then suddenly someone got caught in my peripheral vision, the boy his still here.

I walk slowly towards the boy. "Hi, his dead" - I whispered to him, and then I observed first hand any changes in his expression, it becomes

I can't live anymore,

To

there is still hope.

Those damaged cheeks and beated bodies of this small young child. I can't imagine living a life like that.

And then I heard some noise in the kitchen, and then "Hey, Eve, how was the delivery?" - he questioned me concernfully.

I nodded and smirked.

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The Noodle Shop

Hidden in plain sight. The noodle business serves as a hideout for an organization known for serial killings.

Organizational Leader: Mr. Q is the noodle shop's chef and the organization's boss. Tall man 6.4 feet tall with a muscular frame and a low voice

Employees:

Jared G.- Waiter

Evie A.- Waitress and deliverywoman

Low profile noodle shop with secret agendas and visions

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"Look your new brother, he is a Leandro but he is an orphan now, just like you."- he added, as if he was thinking about me before making a decision.

"Welcome to the noodle shop; my name is Evie and I believe I am your older sister," I added without looking at him.

"I'll go time out now." I said as I ran away from the scene.

"I'll go home now, boss" -I added as I walked out the door and drove off.

At home

" I am home" I whispered as if I have someone that is waiting for me.

Remembering the kill one last time I look at the ceiling of this run-down apartment that I only rented this month. I was introduced in this line of work when I witnessed the death of my parents at my age of 12 years old only.

I didn't look for them or grieve when they passed away. Even why the hot blood dripping from their body seemed so lovely is a mystery to me.

Flashback:

Around five or six o'clock, I believe, I walked back from school with my pals. It's a happy day since it's the last day of my primary school adventure, where the brilliant and the gloomy reside.

At the house: I knocked on the door multiple times since I couldn't figure out why my mom was taking so long to respond. "Mommm?" I yelled a little. The room merely echoed.

Since they might not be home yet, I used my extra keys to enter the house. However, I was shocked when a chilly, blissful air touched my chicks and a sharp, rusty metal-like fragrance came from the open door. I wasn't sure what to anticipate from the atmosphere and scent at first, but I kept walking straight to the living room. I noticed a tall guy, perhaps six feet tall, without a pinky, wearing pants and a black leathery-textured jacket.

I'm having trouble understanding the scenario. I took a deep breath and let it out to help me relax. However, I believe it only makes matters worse. The odd man slowly spins around to face me. He had murderous eyes.

In fear, I whispered, "W-who a-are you?" He is holding something in his hands as he faces me directly.

I tried to concentrate and look at what he was carrying. Is that a hand? It resembles my mother and has a purple bracelet and a flower that resembles a bell.

In an attempt to alarm our neighbors, I yelled, "No!!" I had no idea what had happened; it seemed like my energy was being drained from me. I seemed oblivious to the fact that my father was laying in the corner and that the floor was now covered with blood.

I woke up in the hospital the other day. I am so shocked that I am unable to speak or even recognize the face of the man who kills my family.

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I let out a gasp like if I'm sprinting to get air. Yes, I slept through the night without realizing it. And that same old dream. I sighed.

Another day means another chance to live.

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A new school day. Going to school, I was strolling past a large three-story mansion with police officers blocking the gate. Other students walk behind or in front of me, so I'm not alone while walking. I suppose I overheard them talking about what happened in that large mansion.

GIRLS at my back.

Girl 1: "I heard my parents talking about how our neighborhood have become so dangerous"

Girl 2: "I agree, they told me to be careful and go home early"

Girl 1" Ow, also I overheard them that what happen here, is someone get murder and he is super rich"

Two girls: "Yeah he is rich one of my fathers' investor but rumors also cling around him."

Girl 1: "Like, what rumors?"

Girl 2: 'Like he abused his own family even killed his  wife for the company he now owns. But guest what he is dead now and just his one son will have the rights to take all what his been striving for."

Girl 1: "Hey, but they claim it's just a rumor that he killed his wife?"

Because I was eavesdropping, I was unaware that I was now in front of the school gate and would soon be entering the building. And I felt a pleasant breeze lightly brush against my cheeks. As soon as I walk inside the school, time flies by until lunchtime.

Whenever I have lunch money, Emily and I always eat together.

Suddenly, she said, "Always be careful going home alone. How about I drop you off to your place before I go home?"

In order to ease her anxiety, I sounded quite reassuring when I said, "I am fine."

After the lunch break, time flies by. I waved to my devoted friend Emily as I said goodbye at the gates. I was on my way to the noodle house for my part-time work when I heard someone says.

"How about your money, give it to us!" ---

I don't want to bother them about what they've been doing, but they are literally on the little space that I am walking as a shortcut to the noodle house.

I ask in a monotone, "Can you excuse me?!" so people won't assume I'm trying to talk over them.

He asked mockingly, "What did you say little miss?" with his brown eyes, short curly black hair, a flat six-foot frame, a black t-shirt, and loose-fitting maong pants characterize this typical gangster type.

"Little miss..." I said mockingly to myself before turning to face him. I am quite irritable about my height.

READY TO KILL

I kick him in the jaw right away, then give him a straight jab. I then whirl around to get some flare, and then I give him a round house kick from behind. Guaranteeing that he would be left to sleep on the nearby wall.

"Are you a-also going to hit me?" I heard a small murmur, which I believe was coming from the victim of bullying, the other person.

I turn to see who it is, and "You??" Felix Leandro, Leandro's kid, is now my younger brother via Boss Q.

Now he goes by Alex Almilla.

10 years old, no mother and a millionaire by the age of 18.

With a straight face and a distant gaze, "No, I am not going to hit you."

"T-than--" -Alex

As I wave my hand to signal that I would be departing first. I say, "Don't ever thank me I didn't save you, it just happen that I use this way going to the shop, okay?"

At the noodle shop. I change into my uniform and clock in right away.

In the kitchen; I question him irritably, "Boss, why did you let the boy out?"

He responded to me as he was making the noodles on table 5 by saying,

"It's okay you should let him play." I quickly leave the kitchen and go to the counter after making a frown.

I noticed Alex strolling toward the back of the store as I was sitting at the counter, and I could feel the fresh air blowing through him. For once, perhaps

I would like to protect him, my family.