The man looks back at me, "Cam?" It IS Chris. I saw him die though! "W-w-why are you here? H-h-how a-a-are you h-h-here?" I stutter. "Cam, listen I don't have time to explain that right now. Cam your the assassin that was hired to kill a man by the name of Jeremy Cliff, aren't you?" I nod still in shock. "Cam, Jeremy Cliff is Soul Eater's real name. You need to leave!" I thought I was shocked before. I think I'm going to throw up. Suddenly, a laugh comes from behind Chris. Chris' eyes fill with fear and so does mine. I recognize tat laugh. The only man that has the right to be cocky. Soul Eater. "So your the assassin meant to kill me." He laughs once more. "Your just a pitiful little girl!" Suddenly I'm more pissed than I have been in years. This guy's attitude always pissed me off. "I do appreciate being called pitiful or a little girl." He chuckles. "Oh, you don't , do ya?" I glare at him. "Cam, Don't do anything stupid!" I hear Chris yell. It's too late. I'm running towards Soul Eater with a knife I found in a trash can, don't ask. He dodges me swiftly and pulls out his own knife. He stabs me in the chest and I feel the breath being knocked out of. He stabbed me right in the lungs. This is not good. "Cam!" I hear Chris' voice. "Pitiful little girl. I was hoping you'd put up more of a fight." Soul Eater chuckles. I see him walk away as I start to black out. I see Chris leaning over me telling me everything will be ok. Then I fall into blackness.
I wake up in a damp room that looks like it hasn't been cleaned in years. Good thing I know where I am. It's a hospital for people who do shady stuff. Where do you think assassins go to get cleaned up. They're everywhere. This one is right outside Los Angeles. I look around the familiar room and see Chris sitting in a fold up chair asleep. I try to sit up, but it's too painful. I almost scream in pain. When I lay back down I do scream in pain. I fell back too hard. Chris jerks awake at the sound of my scream. "Cam, your awake!" He looks over me worriedly. "You sound surprised." Chris laughs. "No, I'm just happy." "Looks like your getting better already." A woman's voice says from behind a curtain. I know that voice. "Jemma!" I say excitedly. Jemma is Chris' Younger sister. "Hey, Cam. It's been a while." I nod. It sure has. I defiantly didn't expect to see her again. Jemma and I were best friends once upon a time. When Chris died though, she blamed me for his death. That's when I went to New York City.
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