• -Chapter 1-

    "So, um, Lyadine, is it? Thats an, interesting name, where did you get it?" The man that held a clipboard and pen asked.
    "A old crazy man that used to feed me bagels on the corner, Where do you think I got it, smart one?" I snapped back at him. I stood uncomfortably in on the opposite side of the room next to the large bookcase that stood, tall, dusty, and filled to brim with thick text books.
    "Please do sit, Ly, do you mind if I call you Ly?" He asked as he sat back in his comfortable dark brown leather lounge chair.
    "I do mind, but I'll get over myself." I said as I sat down on the long matching couch.
    "So, do you know why the doctors suggested me to you Ly?" He asked as he straightened his blue tie and pushed his glasses back in place.
    "Well the doctors said it was so I could be relieved of any un-necessary stress and anger, my friends Andy said it was because a few screws came loose in my head." I smiled.
    "They brought you to me so that we can talk things out. Is there anything stressing you out, anything at all? Anybody getting on your nerves?"
    "Oh Sir. you have no idea." I said as I flipped my brown hair from my face.
    "Please do share." He said as he clicked open his pen ready to evaluate.
    "Weeeell." I said laying down. "The whole world is pretty stressful on me."
    "How so?"
    "Well when someone knows that you've killed their brother and/or friend, they're pretty pissed off at you for a long while."
    "K-killed?"
    "Yes, oh ya, I should of mentioned this earlier..." I blushed and stood up bowing. "Im Lyadine Rose, leader of the Blood Feud."
    "Which is?" He asked as he crossed his legs.
    I gasped a loud shocked gasp.
    "Its only the finest and most efficient Hit man service in all of this country!" I said my eyes wide with amazment. "What rock have you been hiding under for the past 18 years?"
    "Im sorry but I'm not one to watch the news, and I dont get out much." He apologized and scratched his balding head.
    "Apparently." I snickered.
    "Well other than customers and people on your hit list and their family and friends, are there any other people who stress you out? Any friends, family, men?"
    "Well I dont think..." Then I stopped. "Well there is this one guy, who really made me mad."
    "Well then tell me everything." He said as he leaned back in his seat.

    Will continue tomarrow im tired sry people!!