Shopping isn't all that bad. I saw some funny shirts. I tried to keep it cool, so Mrs. Millers wouldn't end up buying half the store. We were in Sears right now, with Nicole measuring me. "Let's see......Those pants are just a size to big." She turned to the rack of jeans, sifted through them, and picked a pair. "Here try these. There's a fitting room over there." She said, pointing. I walked over, fearful for my life. I may sound paranoid right now, but that's because you don't know my life. My dad has always been unpredictable. I could never pin him on what he was like. I know enough that he doesn't give a crap about me, and that he'll do anything to keep his image. I changed into the new set of clothes. Dark Blue jeans, black T-shirt, and a dark red leather sports jacket. There was a mirror in the changing room. Dang it. I think it's illegal to look this good. Oh wait. There's a bulge on my back. I tucked in my wing even tighter. Jeez, I'm going to get a cramp by the end of the day. I wince. There's pain on my....wound. Should I just go ahead and cut off the other wing? No, I would have to go to a hospital. Can't do it myself. And there's no one I can trust enough to do it for me except Nicole. And I doubt She'd go through with it. Crap. I will get my revenge on him. The Man who is no longer or has never been my father. "Hey, uh, Gabe?" Nicole's voice came from the edge of the doorway that led to the dressing room. "Does it fit O.K.?"
I stepped out for Nicole to see. I heard a whistle that didn't come from Nicole, but from behind her. Mrs. Millers appeared from nowhere. "Ooh. He's cute. I'd date him." Nicole's voice was a low whisper, "Mom." The Mrs. put up her hands in defence, "Hey, I'm just saying. Take advantage of the situation." "Mom!" I smiled. Blushing, but still smiling.
Meanwhile.....
A man was standing on a rooftop, with a Hi-tech head set. He was switching through the settings. Heat, X-ray, ah; tracker. He has a unique tactic for hunting. He use to be a Forensic scientist, AND an actual policeman. At least, before he was wrongly accused by the law. He didn't know that she was the wife of his buddy. His fellow police officer walked in at the wrong time. She accused him of rape. After he escaped from the big house, he got revenge. The law failed him and yet they both got what was coming. The woman for lying. The man for believing that bruja'. He shook the memory off. Back to Business. Anyway he sprayed the car with a gas that he made himself. And could only be traced by his equipment. Let's see. Ah there we are. Foot prints that lead straight to the mall, all through the store, there. A big ol' source of the stuff. Gottcha. Wait what the-- The hunter could hardly contain his laughter. So he chuckled to himself. There in the parking lot. A man, in a trench coat, was walking to the store. The young cowboy was gonna go directly about this was he? Well, I'll just kick back and watch. If he actually gets the kid I'll snatch it off his hands. He watched as the man in the trench coat marched right into the store.
He knew who the man was. Judging by the slight bulging from his back and Torso, he was the moron with the big mouth at the meeting. Guess he really isn't all that smart. Or he's some sortta newbie.
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