I will be on the frontlines. I will be the one to do the dirty work and kill those who commit worse crimes. My only initiation is to have my first assigned case. To continue with the group, all I have to do is not get caught.
Easy.
I've been given a phone to use to contact anyone in the group, including Hugo and Boss. We are only to text on rare occasion, when calling is completely unneeded or dangerous. My code name is now Amenta. Hugo is Naos. Boss is Boss.
I'm eager to learn what I will first do as a part of Eota. I wish to learn all I can.
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I still haven't touched a paint brush, and I hope never to. It's bad enough when I get bored in class and doodle in the margins. One of my classmates pointed out how amazing my doodle of a pair of lips was, especially since it was all in pen.
What was I to say?
"Please don't compliment that side of me."?
So I nodded and pretended to listen to my teacher speak.
I still haven't told anyone. As far as I'm concerned, my artwork was lost in the move here. No one needs to know what really happened.
I'd rather not think about it at all.
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The Eye Of The Ankh #Wattys2016
Teen Fiction*EDITED* After her parents' death, Alice joins a group set out to kill chosen members of society. Why? They supposedly commit a crime in the near future that is punishable by death. "We're saving countless lives with what we do." She is chosen to ki...
