• Z looked into Hideki's cold, dark, eyes. For the first time since she had met him, he seemed to be expressing an emotion. Anger? Fear? Happiness? Z couldn't really tell. She heard cries of "Shoot him!" "Make him suffer!" and "Kill Him!" Hideki had ruined her life. Or had he fixed it? She didn't know. But what she did know was that someone was going to die tonight. She aimed, closed her eyes, and pulled the trigger.
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    Hikari(Z) was a sixteen year old Japanese tourist in America. While in New York, she went to a cafe. Waiting for her food, she looked around, bored. A gleam caught her eye. A man dressed in all black stabbed the person right in front of her. The man must of seen her, beacause, before she knew it, she was being chased. She ran as fast as she could, but, beacause she was wearing sandals, that was about 0.03 miles an hour. The man was way faster than her. She tried to scream, but a gloved hand clamped over her mouth before she could make a sound.
    " I don't want to shoot you, but if you try to make a move, I won't hesitate." the man saide.
    His voice was strangely calming. 'He couldn't be more than my age...' she thought. He led her to a car.
    "Get in." he said.
    "Are you gonna rape me? " Hikari questioned.
    " No, but you might wanna watch your back when we get to where we're going."
    " Is that supposed to be a joke?"
    The boy looked back. For the first time, she saw his face. He looked like a model.
    "No." he said," I don't make jokes."
    Hikari screamed in her head the whole ride.