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Post by Thursday on Aug 14, 2006 22:17:43 GMT -5
"Believe what you what, Max. But I have many connections and there are many people, without morals who would do whatever I ask of them. I'm very persuavsive when the situation call for it. Besides it's not you know this girl!" Travis annouced in a thundering voice. He was losing his patience. Max wasn't quite as docile as he'd imagined.
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Post by Monday on Aug 14, 2006 22:24:53 GMT -5
Max sat back down putting his hand on his forhead, trying to process all of this. "How do you expect me to kill an innocent little girl?" he said after a few minuetes. He didn't believe he was capable of ever killing annyone, but what about his parents? could his uncle really get to them? and even if he could, was he really that mad with obsession to kill his own brother and his wife?
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Post by Thursday on Aug 14, 2006 22:36:16 GMT -5
"Believe me, Maxie. She's not that innocent."
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Post by Monday on Aug 14, 2006 22:39:58 GMT -5
"Max looked up surprised. "What do you mean? How old is she? For that matter, who is she?"
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Post by Thursday on Aug 14, 2006 22:44:41 GMT -5
"She's about your age I think. Maybe younger. I don't really know. Her name is Camilla Carter. She has the reputation of being quite the wild child. Probably some desparate plea for attention from her father. Not that he'd notice even if she was hosting an orgy in his parlor. This town would be better without her and my old buddy William will get what he deserves."
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Post by Monday on Aug 14, 2006 22:47:54 GMT -5
"I can't do this." said Max earnestly to his uncle. "I'm not a killer. Find somebody else to do your dirty work."
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Post by Thursday on Aug 14, 2006 22:57:33 GMT -5
Travis scoffed. "That's what they all say. Is killing a soldier in war murder? Certainly not. Well this is my war and you are going to help me win it." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully." The right motivation might help. If you complete the task to my satsifaction I will pay you a hefty sum so you can return so your family and do what you wish. If not...well rememb what I said about your parents. I'm sure you would hate to see anything happen to them."
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Post by Monday on Aug 14, 2006 23:00:27 GMT -5
"I don't need your blood money." said Max in desgust. "If this is war, then why are you dragging me into it?"
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Post by Thursday on Aug 14, 2006 23:05:33 GMT -5
"I can't have my name muddied I got caught. I have a reputation to uphold in this town. Besides it will be easier for you to get close to her since you are closer to her age. I've had enough of this conversation. Your in or your out. It's time for you to make a choice. Decide!" Travis roared.
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Post by Monday on Aug 14, 2006 23:09:58 GMT -5
Max felt light headed. What choice did he really have in the end? It was a kill or be killed situation, and he wasn't about to cause his family's death. He sat down in his chair and looked straight at his uncle with cold stone eyes. "How do you propose I do this."
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Post by kat on Aug 15, 2006 18:57:25 GMT -5
"Do you think I care? Just get the job done and make it look like an accident. Keep a low profile in town. You're new so you would be the first person the police would suspect. I want this job completed before the 18th. I have to go to work." Travis said, his voice like a rock. He set down his drink and walked from the room as if everything was normal. But it wasn't. Everything had changed.
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Post by Thursday on Aug 15, 2006 21:45:44 GMT -5
Travis remembered something important and doubled back to where his nephew was still seated,staring down at the blue and white checkered tablecloth. "Here," he said and tossed down a picture of a redhaired girl. The one he supposed to kill.
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Post by Thursday on Aug 16, 2006 19:52:41 GMT -5
That morning at school, after leaving the silent breakfast table, ( her half hearted attempts at conversations were met only with grunts and nods) Cammie kept seeing Max's face in her mind. Her best friend Lizzie noticed something was up.
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Post by Monday on Aug 16, 2006 22:02:21 GMT -5
"Helllllloooooo!" said Lizzie waving a hand in front of her friends face. "Anybody home? Where have you been all day? I feel like I'm talking to a brick wall." Lizzie had been friends with Cammie since the second grade when Cammie fought of some bullies for her. She had been the geek of the class back then with her big glasses, freckles, and... interesting personality, but Cammie was still her friend. Now that she had contacts, though, Lizzie had boyfriends instead of bullies.
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Post by Thursday on Aug 16, 2006 22:06:17 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," Cammie said looking down. "I just keep thinking about this guy I met last night at the tattoo parlor." They were in their last period, study hall and waiting anxiously for the bell to ring. The minutes seemed to tick by slower than grass growing.
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