The day couldn’t have been slower. After the incident, Hale never saw those boys again. It had been four days and they hadn't appeared once! Hale had planned to confront them when they returned, but now the boy and the necklace had just slipped through her fingers! Hale cursed herself for not trying to stop them that day. The necklace was right in front of me! And I just let it go!322Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAhdT7H1NQ3
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She huffed. After all the years and money spent into finding that necklace, and now it just wandered in on the neck of some lowlife boy.
I will get it back. I must avenge my family. The years of disgrace, the number of people that gave their lives to finding it, it will all be over. I won’t let the sacrifices of my ancestors be in vain. I will fight every last person and creature that gets in her way. Nothing will stop me from achieving my goal. That boy will feel every last of my family’s combined hatred, every last drop of blood and sweat given to the cause until I hold the necklace in my hands.
Hale sipped her milkshake, the cool, nutella-flavoured liquid soothing her throat. She stared at the huge screen in front of her, displaying the CCTV footage from last week.
She hummed to herself, her eyes skimming over the fuzzy, grey screens.
"No. . . . Not that one either. . . . Nope. . ." she murmured as she skipped over files of several days until she reached the one she needed. She smirked, pausing the other screens to focus on the footage. It was the day the boy with her necklace had come. She replayed the video several times, trying to find the right moment the boy turned toward the camera’s direction.
She narrowed her blue eyes. There! She clicked the space-bar, pausing the video. The picture was slightly blurry but it wasn’t a major issue; it was clear enough. She quickly snapped photos of the image and recorded the video.
Hale stood up from her chair, grabbing her drink. She opened her phone, the home-screen a picture of her father and her. She clenched her phone in her hand. It’d been a few years since his death.
“Just you wait, Father,” she whispered to herself and a familiar ghost, “and that necklace will be worn by its true owner.”
She sighed, walking out into the night sky. The stars were bright and the wind was chilly. A strange smile appeared on her face.
Shit’s gonna go to hell, isn’t it?
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Hale raised an eyebrow at the email, her lips pursed in thought. It wasn't her first time receiving such emails but 'The Gray Law' was a pretty big deal. She was surprised that they would contact her but she brushed it off, deciding to delete the email. She faintly recalled searching something in the words of - 'how to kill evil brat who stole my necklace'. Maybe that was why.
She scoffed. The email was unnecessary anyway. She does not need help. She does not want help. She can do everything by herself perfectly fine. With that in mind, she clicked the delete button.
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He was at a club. Why do they always go to such ridiculous places? Hale sighed, banging her head lightly against her keyboard. Of all the places she could’ve found him at, it was a fucking nightclub.
After she had gotten his picture, she’d gone online and ran it through a recognition program. She expected there to be a delay in the search, but results showed up almost instantaneously. She scrolled through the information on him: his name was Ryker Adelman, rich family, gang leader, over-privileged.
Why am I doing this. If what I am seeing is true, then I should expect to be on the run for the rest of my life. Forget the necklace, they won’t stand for someone disgracing their family name. They will want my head. Will I really give up my life to get this jewelry back. Why was she chasing after this, when none of her family cares about it? Why!?
She yelled at the wall, slamming her fist down on the table. A small thump announced the fall of an object from her desk. She scooted back in her chair, looking under her desk. Laying at her feet was a small picture frame, its face turned towards her. Behind the glass, her father’s face smiled back at her, his eyes holding the joyous twinkle that always gave her comfort in tough times.
“All for you, Father,” she said to the picture, bending to pick it up the little frame. “I am doing this for you, and all of our ancestors who gave everything to find this necklace. Soon, Father. Soon, you can rest easy.”
She put the frame back in its place next to her laptop, grabbed her car keys, and, with one final look at the picture, walked out the door to claim her birthright.
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