HER
Her head spun with a thousand thoughts as she stared, mouth agape at the crumbling frame of what would soon be the Watson home. Arms prickling with gooseflesh as the feeling of feather light crawling crept along her skin. Gabriella shivered in disgust. "Wong, get this mess cleaned, and soon." she spoke to her assistant. Trusting that he would get it ready before she had to enter and place. Each step made her skin crawled. She loved her assistant, and all her beautiful workers who would do anything she'd wanted. Though she knew it was because of her father, and all his murderous glory, she was glad the crew was assigned to her. To take care of her needs.
The house was one beautiful. The once white walls were a dull grey with years of paint chipping off by the elements. The Over grown bushes covered up most of the home. Stepping inside was like walking into a house where everyone collected and no one threw out. Rusted old parts to what she'd assumed was bikes or cars lay scattered about. Old newspapers and dark purple stains lay on a decaying sofa. Cartons of milk and bits of old food. Bugs crawled along the walls. She shivered. Reaching for her phone she decided the inside needed more work than the outside. She sent a quick text to her team before heading up a spiral staircase. The wooden stairs were bendy and loud. Each step a earie creaking noise would sound. She rushed to get to the second floor. Afraid that moving to slow would cause and instant fall that she nor her father would enjoy. She wondered the rooms, each room bigger than the other. They all were empty and surprisingly clean. Maybe Wong started here she thought entering the last room of the 6 she'd have to inspect. There were windows all throughout the room, old pots of soil resting on shelves in front of them. She smiled at the thought of how wonderful a sun room would be.
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WONG
"Alright for the sake of saving your own asses, you'll clean this entire house." groans echoed as he continued. Annoyance evident in his tone, "We'd rather be here, helping out Luana than out there helping out her father," collective nods followed. Wong knew Luana would never hurt them unless her father strictly demanded it of her. She'd rather us here, cleaning up a house for her to decorate than be out fighting her fathers battle. "So, group A will start upstairs, Group B on the outside of the house. Get it done. AND SWIFTLY. She said the inside needed a more detailed clean, play some music and shimmy your asses to a broom."
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HIM
Each step was agonizing. His ribs pinged with pain, blood seeping through his black shirt. "HE FUCKING SHOT ME" he shouted towards the van. "We told your he wasn't nice," a man called into his earpiece. If Nathan could glare at the man on the other end, he would. "FUCK, where do I go?" he asked, limping along the road, hand clutched tightly against his chest. The wound was bad, despite Nathans Adrenaline he knew that. Could feel it slipping out of him as tiredness became him. "The van, and quickly," the voice replied, distant and unworried. Nathan was tired, he slumped into the van, eyes heavy. The only reason he continued on was for his sister. Luana, I'll save you from this world, I'll save you from him. was the last thing he thought before his eyes drooped.
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