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Chapter 4: Beg

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Black wings circle over head, becoming her eyes. She watches his ariel dive to the front of ‘Gideon’s Pawn Shop’. He waits. She’s next to him in seconds. Rapping on the secruity gate, she sees a figure move inside. The brunette hears russeling and then a man’s voice, "Piss off, we’re closed!" he yells.

Taking hold of the gate, she pulls. The gate gives way , and she pushes it off to the side. She walks up to the glass entry door and tries again, knocking alittle louder this time. A light inside shows a small stout man carrying a large gun in his hand as he walks towards the door. "Do you got shit for brains or somethin’? We’re CLOSED!"

Leaning back to gain momentum, she propels herself head first into the glass door. Sounds of glass shattering echoes off the walls of the shop. The small balded man falls backwards on impact. His lit cigeratte falls from his lips as he stares in amazement, watching the brunette walk through the broken entrance. "You owe me a-a fuckin’ new d-door!" he stutters.

"I’m looking for something in an engagement ring…Silver" she states, locking eyes with the man. Suddenly she realizes its Gideon, the Pawn Shop owner. *This is going to be fun.* she thinks to herself.

"Oh, yeah? Well you outta be lookin for a coroner!" he says with a grin and pulls the guns trigger.

The bullet enters her stomach swiftly, causing her to stagger backwards. She looks down to see a tear in her shirt and blood oozing from the wound. Keeping her head down she hears laughter coming from Gideon. But just as the laughter starts it stops and is replaced with an audible gasp. Her wound is healing itself. Its as if someone has pressed a rewind button. The blood that was once dripping down her shirt has reversed its course and is slipping back inside the shrinking hole.

"Oh, shit on me…shit…SHIT ON ME!" Gideon mutters.

This time its her laughter that surrounds the store walls. The brunettes eyes have an evil glint in them as she watches the shop keeper crawl on his hands and knees, retreating. She’s like a predator eyeing her prey. Waiting until the right moment, she pounces. Grabbing him by the back of his neck, she pulls him up off the ground and throws him over the counter.