"Four pieces, they're broken and
need to be mended, but mending
a broken piece is almost impossible."
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THE RULES ARE SIMPLE. Kill fifty people, get one million pounds. But is it that easy? No, obviously. The kills need to be immaculate, evidence mu...
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CHAPTER FIVE.
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The trip was today and it was 4am.
Actually, this was the earliest Thomas had ever woken up. It was so cold that Thomas had to squeeze his blankets to feel the warmth.
He breathed out his bangs out of his eyes and slowly pulled the covers out of his face.
The cold instantly slapped him on the face, Thomas whimpered, he blinked twice to make his focus clear.
Once it was clear, Thomas swore he heard a baby cry from somewhere.
It could be his little sister, after all she was only one year old.
Thomas climbed out of his bed, walked up to his door, making sure to avoid all the mess that he didn't bother cleaning up yesterday (it was only sheets of paper tracking Newt's location and pictures of Newt).
Totally not stalking.
Thomas slowly creaked his door open, the sound of the crying baby was getting louder.
That was odd, if it was his sister crying his dad would've surely noticed. His little sister slept on a crib in his dad's room. Thomas knew his dad's room had soundproof walls.
His Dad couldn't hear anything outside, but a person could hear anything that was happening in the room.
So how did his father not hear his little sister?
Thomas went to his Dad's door and opened it.
Before thinking about a thing, Thomas couldn't help look around the room.
The room, painted in bright gold, exuded luxury and sophistication, enveloped in a warm, golden hue.
At its heart stood a grand, plush bed adorned with layers of cream and beige linens, inviting comfort.
Where his Dad lay fast asleep on his side, snoring loudly as ever.
Next to it was a golden crib, it was large but the human occupying it was petite. She had a white beanie on and a white sleepsuit on.
Above, a glittering chandelier commands attention, its cascading crystals refracting light to bathe the room in a soft, elegant glow.
Thomas turned his attention to his little sister, he tip toed towards her and peeked into her crib, she didn't look like she had been crying.
