Model

Marcus held Heather's gaze, trying to look past the mask she wore. He smirked, still holding his injured arm.

"Terminator?" he called out, more of a question than anything else. Heather lowered her hand.

She approached him, walking around him for a moment before chuckling.

"Your death day isn't today. As you know, I don't miss my target, but we still have a score to settle," she said, and Marcus furrowed his brows.

"A score to settle?" Marcus asked as he dug his nails into the arm where the bullet had lodged and pulled it out.

"We'll talk about that some other time," Heather said before walking out. Marcus scoffed.

"She's pretty sexy," he muttered to himself before heading over to the first aid box to treat his wound.

HEATHER'S MANSION

She walked into her room and straight to the bathroom without removing any of her clothes. She had already removed her mask. She turned on the shower and stood, glaring hard at the transparent glass in front of her. She sighed.

"Dad," she muttered, heaved a sigh and stepped out of the bathroom, shedding her clothes, donning her pajamas, and crawling into bed. Just as she was about to close her eyes, her phone rang, interrupting her peace. She groaned.

"What!" she snapped, and the caller on the other end scoffed.

"You really have an amazing way of answering your calls," the voice said again.

"Beverly?" she called out in disbelief, sitting up on her bed.

"Yeah, it's me, bestie," Beverly said, and Heather screamed in excitement.

Beverly and Heather had been friends since childhood, but after high school, Beverly left the country to further her education and became a successful doctor.

"Omg! When did you get back?" Heather asked excitedly.

"I got back today and have been busy. That's why I'm calling you now," Beverly explained.

"What about Uncle?" Beverly asked, and Heather went mute.

"Heathy?" Beverly called out.

"Let's talk tomorrow. Text me your address," Heather said as she hung up abruptly.

COME AND GO BAR

Alexander was sitting in a secluded area of the bar, gulping down alcohol from a bottle. He smiled as he took another swig.

"Here you are, man," he heard a voice say as he looked up to see Marcus.

"Mack, what's up?" he muttered softly.

"Did you get your heartbroken again?" Mack asked, and Alexander nodded and started crying.

"Omg! Are you for real now?" Mack laughed before pulling him into a hug.

Alexander was like a brother to Marcus. He cherished him most in the world, but Alexander had a problem. He fell in love too easily.

"This is the tenth heartbreak this month, Xander," Mack said, and Alexander sniffed in despair.

"I just can't help myself," he muttered, bawling like a baby.

"I have some news to cheer you up," Mack said, and Alexander immediately sat upright.

"What's the news?" he asked as if he wasn't crying seconds ago.

"I am the Terminator's next target," Mack dropped the bombshell, and Xander's eyes widened in shock as he clutched his heart in horror.

"What? Terminator? Are you serious?" Xander exclaimed in disbelief.

Marcus nodded solemnly.

"Yeah, man."

"This is crazy, Mack. You need to get out of this city and go into hiding. You can't let her catch you," Xander said, worried.

"I know, I know," Marcus replied, running a hand through his hair. "But it's not that easy. I have a score to settle with her, and I can't just run away."

Xander frowned, unsure if he was ready to get involved in something like this. But he looked at Marcus and saw the fierce drive in his eyes, the determination to settle the score once and for all.

"Okay," he said finally, nodding. "I'm in. But we need a plan."

Marcus smiled, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Oh, don't worry. I've got a few ideas."

And with that, the two friends began to plot and plan, determined to take down the Terminator once and for all.

NEXT MORNING

Heather stood in front of a mirror, looking at her own reflection. She smiled briefly before grabbing her handbag. She had a shoot scheduled for the day. As soon as she got out of her car, fans started screaming and cheering, and she blew kisses at them in response. She was loved by all, generous to everyone, but the other side of her was not known to anyone. She walked into the company with the help of the guards, her smile never waning. When she got to the director's office, she knocked.

"Come in," the husky voice said, and she pushed the door open and walked in.

"You called me here," she said politely as she took her seat.

"A company needs you to be their model," the middle-aged man said, and Heather's smiling face turned to a frown.

"Mr. Mark?" she called out.

"I know this wasn't part of our contract, but the man was persistent. He'll probably be at the company any minute now," Mark explained, and Heather scoffed loudly.

"I already told you I'm not modeling for any company, and I don't want to start now. Take it or leave it. I'm out of here," she snapped as she stood up. Just as she turned to leave, the door opened, and a man walked in. Heather gasped in shock.