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Chapter 1: Spectator

Simon's Point Of View

My eyes gleamed at the crime scene before me, all I could hear was my heart ringing in my ears over and over. Guilt was clutching at my throbbing heart. The only thought running through my mind was why was I so weak? If only I had been stronger, then maybe i could have prevented it. One careless move, and I lost everything... All of it.

                                                                                Present

        I swallowed hard as I wiped the sweat from my forehead. The sun was burning. Trying to control my breathing, I focused back onto the car in front of me. It would take while to take the bullets out, but it wasn't a challenge. This hasn't been the first time that I, Simon Steffens, had to adjust my car back to its best condition due to my constant expeditions.

         Finally my plyers took the last of the screws out, letting the car door collapse onto the floor. I glanced behind my shoulder when Eva pulled into the driveway, just a couple inches from me. Flinging the door open she said, "Whew, today was such a hassle. How's the car, it can be fixed right?" while sliding out of the car, "Working on it, how did commissioner react to the fact we actaully caught them?" I replied. "Haha, they actually wished they called us earlier to the Job" she gleamed, smiling at her I turned back to the work in front of me.

        I could feel her radiant smile on my back. She slowly closed her door, and walked directly behind me, then She placed her hand on my shoulder, while she peered over at what was left of the damaged car. I gave a jokly whistle, and we laughed.

        "I'll be inside cooking dinner" she finally said, while sliding her hand off my shoulder, she scampered to the front door, and disappeared. Almost seemed like we were just a regular neighborhood couple, but that was just for the show... Secrets lingered in our lives, not even close friends knew what we did behind the scenes, and they probably would never guess.

        Our friends were always on top with the new saying things such as "Did you hear about the serial killer being caught?" or " The hostigas were saved!!" We both would always just smile and nod, when in reality we didn't just hear about it, we were there ourselves. Not a soul knew about our work.

        Finally I straightened my back out, after doing the finishing touches to the car. The sun had just about gone down, the colors of the sunset were just perfect, it was like looking at a bright gem, almost as beautiful as my wife. I could smell the meal she had prepared, and boy was I starving.

        I placed all my tools back into the shed and marched up to the front. I was greeted with an amazing smell that just lead me straight into the kitchen. " Aye! Shoes off in the house!" Said Eva as she took her apron off and hung it back up by the cabinet. I gave a childish smirk in her direction and took a step forward. She raised her eyebrows "You wouldn't dare.." she narrowed her eyes playfully. 

        I steadily lifted my right leg, slowly moved it up, and began to place it in slow motion. All while giving her a cheesy smile. Before I could successfully put my foot down she grabbed a broom and swiped me to the floor. I grabbed the edge of the broom and pulled her down with me. I tried taking her in a dirty hug from fixing the car, but she kept laughing and swated my hands away. I finally got her in a tight hug and we sat there for a couple of minutes, until the smell of the food started taunting me. So I let her go.  We helped each other up, and then   walked to the table finally.

       We held hands, closed our eyes and together spoke " Whatever beginning will guide my life, dear Lord don't let me die tonight, but if I shall before I wake, I'd accept my faith. Amen." Silently we sat down, and began eating. 

        Momments later the phone rang, and she immediatly picked up the phone. I watched her face closely as she talked. She quickly dropped her phone and started cleaning the table right away. Knowing this common reaction of hers I said "Where to now, hunny?"....

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