A Gift from the Goddess

"Rae...I do believe this guy is alive," Zac said.

The two of us were peering into the cupboard, looking at a very tied up and very terrified looking Noah.

"Yep," I replied.

"Right...right....And, just to make sure we’re on the same page here, you are aware that normally I don’t see this part, right? That I come in afterwards?"

"I’m aware."

At the sound of the conversation, Noah immediately started to squirm and plead to Zac with his eyes, hoping that he would help free him.

Not that it would do him any good.

"So, what's the hold up?" Zac asked, still confused.

"Isn’t this just another Thursday for you? I’ve seen you do worse."

He was right.This really wasn’t that abnormal of a job for me to do.

But I gritted my teeth at his question nevertheless, hating how I had ended up in this situation.

"I...can’t," I said, deflating in defeat.

"I can’t do it."

"You can’t...do it...," Zac repeated slowly.

"And why is it—."

"Look, I just can’t, okay?" I said, cutting him off, irritated at all the questions.

"I’ve tried.I even tried again before you got over here.I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I can’t do it.End of discussion."

"...So why am I here? Just tell your dad that —."

"No."

Of course, Zac would suggest that.He didn’t know about every dark secret my father was hiding, only ever seeing as far as he needed to.

"No, I can’t tell him," I said.

"...And you can’t tell him either."

"Rae, the boss is expecting this guy dead," he said, taking a step back to look at me.

"I’m not really sure what’s going on, but you do realise he’ll find out sooner or later, right? You can’t just keep him locked up in a cupboard forever."

"Okay, fine! Fine...," I sighed in frustration, before slowly locking up to meet his eyes.

"...Then you do it."

Immediately, his face paled.

"What?! Rae, no! No," he blurted out.

"I don’t do that."

"c’mon, Zac," I whined.

"It’s not that different from cleaning up.Both have a lot of blood.I can talk you through it.Here...just grab this dagger like this...and then hold it in your hand facing—."

"Raven, stop!"

I'd been trying to get him to wield the weapon but he immediately held his hands up and stepped away.

"Just...chill," he said.

"I’m not going to kill someone."

"Argh! I spun around and angrily started pacing the room, beginning to get more worried as every second passed.I didn’t understand why this had to be so difficult.It shouldn't be this hard.Any other day, I could have done this job with my eyes closed.Why was I struggling to kill one random man? Who even was this guy? A small brown wallet then caught my attention as it sat on top of a table, and I walked over to inspect it.

of familiar?" I heard Zac say behind

I ignored him as I went digging

grocery store reward one...a rental shop...a membership to a laundromat? I didn’t even know those

I found his

of looks like that

Zac continued.

one from a few days

reading the name

few days ago?" I slowly spun

is this guy’s last name," I

"Noah Kennedy."

to look at the man tied

to him? I’d thought that Miles was an

who'd tried to pull a fast one over

acquired problematic documents relating to him? But...‘clean up’.That’s how

to? ...Or was I sent here because he was digging into his disappearance? ...If that were true...then didn’t

walked over to Noah and pulled out the cloth I’d stuffed

was possibly the dumbest thing I could ever do...but I felt we were already past

let me go, please,"

do anything.Just...don’t kill

Miles?" I asked, disregarding

blanked for a moment before

"What about Miles?"

not answering my questions plainly.I’d already

into the wall directly next to his head, causing

the knife back out to

me repeat myself for the last

fear but managed to huff out

"Howe"

m-my brother,"

my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, already

was the last

on Saturday.I think he’s missing,"

he is, I swear! I’ve been looking for him but it’s like he’s just disappeared....Is that why you’re here?

That caught my attention.

‘Business’.

that held my curiosity and yet

I had already asked

investigate my father’s dealings,

a part of me wanted

whether or not his death sentence today

I asked the question

was Miles

"Rae—."

I repeated, interrupting Zac

how bad of an idea this was, just as

the same orders

"Smuggling," Noah answered.

in town.Gets in supplies and rare goods from all over.The best at what he does,

stopped.No, I *definitely* shouldn’t have wanted to keep going....But I

I

if I

else in this city would be shady enough to need

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

An employee.

been a goddamn

or a rivaling

...I killed an employee*.

had I been given instructions to bring him in at all? Was he trying to run away or snitch on my father? ...Did he find out something he shouldn’t have? And those documents allegedly pertaining

would know better than most in this city what going against him entailed? There were too many questions already asked and far too many answers left unknown that I

a moment and stop tunnelling down a thought process that had no end in

regardless of the why, I was now left with a very important ‘what’; As in, what the hell was I going to do about Noah? And I quickly stood back up and stepped away, my brain swimming with a million different

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