DUPLICATE

CHAPTER 14. PART 1

   But even something so special reminds me of her, when most of those times didint include her. Because she was bright, caring, and warm.

  The sound of a small grunt behind me turns my attention. I shift my head around and see a man dressed in an all-black suit. His dark hair is styled up, and the man pulls out a cigarette box. My eyes follow them down to his fingers. "Want one?"

I nod, he walks over towards me and I lean forwards from the pillar standing in a straight posture. When ere at arm's length he opens the box and swiftly pulls a cigarette out in-between his fingers. He raises it up for me to grab. I lightly take it from his fingers and pull it to the middle of my lips and prop it between.

  When he pulls out his lighter its gold, with no scratches nor water marks. 

  I chuckle and he lights my cigarette up. My hand raises while I inhale the smoke, once I'm ready I pull it out and blow the smoke out my mouth. I watch as the smoke drifts away mixing with the fog.   "I'm trying to quit." He says suddenly, I watch his do the same as I did before and watch the smoke pull out his mouth. "aren't we all?" I say in response.

  He nods his chin down and smiles, "Yeah I think we all are." I huff a chuckle.

"What's your name?" He adds a minute after.

  "Real or fake?" I tilt my head up. The second I've seen him I know his pockets are filled with money. The sleeves of his tux are elanced with gold lining. And the fragrance he wears isn't cheap, handmade in Rome. The accent of his is imitated, He's British.

  "Ah, you caught on." He speaks in his real voice and the tone of his voice catches on. I keep my guard up meanwhile he buds the cigarette with his shoe, I have no idea what he wants. "At least you know acting isn't your future." I prompt.

  "Maybe not for me, but Fjior-"

"Don't-" I interrupt him, the sound of my name after years of keeping it forgotten. Fuck, why now of all times.

  He walks closer and the guard I tried hard to maintain is gone, I clutch my hands but I discard the whimper I almost let out. The stitches are still there.

"You could have power, but you waste it on-" he looks around then glances back on me, "fame, sex, and money. And all for what!" I look him in the eye, "You know it's more than that." His smile gives me chills.

  "Ah yes, what's his name Ricky Petrov? If you came with us, you'd be more powerful than Petrov- Even Francis!" He yells his name and I grip my fist and punch the grim smile off his face. The smack of my fist and the rain pouring down makes me lose focus to what I should be doing.

When he falls to his knees, I stand Infront of him looking down. His body mimics and my throat clogs, his head turn up to mine. Blood is smudges and runs down his chin, He's laughing.

  The indenting sound of his laughter corrupts me. Slowly my legs begin walking backwards, "Fjior! You have talent and it's going to Shit!" He screams.

  "I'm not a Murder!"

He laughs again, "Your no better actor than me!" I squeeze my eyes and run into the rain as he begins to get back on his feet. My legs Pase, and ache confirms me. Through the cloudy air I glance at every car, hoping one of them is which the guys are in. After another, and another the car is either too small or empty. 

  I look between another car, and as I turn Tony is standing Infront of me. "Felix- I've been looking for you!" He says while cold air breezes out his mouth from the cold. "We need to go now." I say frantically. Tony nods and begins walking in a direction, I follow him.