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Not What She Seems Like

Soft bed sheets, headphones on, phone to the side, laptop open. The air smells like tea, coffee, and sweets. This is her home and there isn't a better feeling.

She hugs pillows and rolls around her bed. Cute, right? She's a...murderer.

She sighs and slides her hand under the bed, until it bumps into a box. She smiles and picks it up. She sat crossed legged on the bed and looked down at the metal box. She took off her necklace that held the key to the box.

She inserted the key into the lock and smirked as she heard the small 'click'. She quickly opened up the box and her eyes shined with happiness.

The box was filled with money, jewelry, and a white gun. She picked up a stack of money and kissed it. "Ah, I wonder who's gonna call me up next." She giggled to herself.

This is what she lives for. She walked out of her bedroom. She tiptoed to the living room and opened the glass cabinet, which was filled with expensive wines and liquors.

She poured some vodka onto a shot glass and took a sip out of it. "Perfect." She shivered when she felt her throat slightly burn. Her phone beeped and she slowly turned around. "Time to work." Her faced had a serious expression now.

She tiptoed back to her bedroom and crawled over to her phone. Nothing. Nobody texted her. "Wow. I'm starting to hear things. Cool." She went under the soft blanket and hid her face while her hand traveled under the covers until she found her headphones. She starting listening to music as she slowly began to fall asleep.

Her phone rang, startling her. She quickly looked to the side where her phone was and checked who was calling. "Unknown, huh? I guess I was right. I do have to work today." She said as she picked up her phone and answered.

"Hello?" She spoke with a sweet voice. "Princess? Uh.. Princess Ray? Hello?" The unknown whispered. "Yes?" She sat up and raised an eyebrow. "Uh. Are you currently busy?" The unknown's voice sounded shaky. "No, how can I help you?" She was now interested.

"I want you to find someone for me..." The unknown's voice sounded serious. "Alright. Your name?" She smirked. "Oh. I-I'm Jordan." The unknown, now known as Jordan stuttered. "Ok, so Jordan who are we looking for?" Ray took out a pen and a sticky note out of her nightstand.

"Uh. Yeah. Right. We're looking for Caden." Jordan coughed at the end. "Are you sure about this?" Ray looked around her room. "O-of course!" Jordan stuttered again. "Alright. How much are you going to pay me?" Ray ran her fingers through her hair. "Uhh. Hold on a sec." Jordan's phone seemed to be put down.

Ray wrote down the plan while she waited. "579 dollars and a bottle of wine." Jordan spoke. "I guess that's enough. I'll call you back, if I find Caden or something." Ray spoke as she bit her nails. "O-ok, bye, thank you." Jordan hung up.

Ray sighed. "Time to work." She whispered. She got up from the bed and started looking through her closet. She found a suit and a tie and some skinny jeans. She quickly went to the bathroom and showered, she wasted no time. She got dressed and searched through the mess she had around the bathroom sink.

It was mostly make up. She started to apply make up on. It wasn't pretty make up, it was what she would call 'Clique make up'. After she finished, she prepared her backpack. She looked down at it and frowned a bit. "I guess I'm taking you on a trip as well." She giggled when she picked up her white gun from her special metal box.

She loosened up her tie and looked in the mirror one more time. She slightly smiled. Her skeleton make up made her proud. She closed her eyes and sighed. She picked up her phone and headphones, then she walked out of her apartment listening to Twenty One Pilots.