Light-POV
After i made sure that Marcy was safe in my house i finally stopped rushing her. She took a deep breath and then started looking around the house."Ok, i know you told me that you come from money but i did not expect this Li. Why didn't i visit you more often?" She awed all around the house. Then i heard my moms'foot steps along with my dads'. I felt the need to hide her cause they have never met her but i was mated to her kind so i thought what the hell.When my mom saw her she brightened up but my dad darkened. Marcy turned around and looked at my approching parents."You must be Marcy!" My mom said as she threw a hand in for a shack."Yes Mrs. Angle." Marcy answered as polite as possible."Please call me Hazel." I have told my mom all about Marcy because trully i hide nothing from her. And my mom was always supportive with my friendship with a human. My dad on the other hand looked like he was about to shift. The room was filled with his aura but hardly affected Marcy because she was a human.My mom turned her head to him "Rob" she called out his name softly as to tell him to behave. He tried a fack smile and introduced himself to Marcy."Rob Angle" he said as he shook her hand. As soon as he let her go, i dragged her up the stairs and into my room before he lost it. With a single glance to my room, Marcy commented "wow, your room is....manly!" I can sence sarcasm in her voice but answered sincerly."This room was prepared before i was born and my dad wanted a boy. They told me to redecorate but it felt like a waste of time. And i am comfortable with it so..."Marcy attempted to laugh but saw that i was serious so she just dropped herself on my bed. As soon as i sat next to her, she shoot up and grabed her bag and pulled out a bottle of alcohol. I honestly don't know what it was but the bottle looks real expensive and i know my friend does not spare any expense. The minute she opened the bottle the room filled with its smell. I know that my parents could smell it thanks to there super sence. And i also heard my dad cursing and telling me not to drink through our mind link. But then it was silence. Then after a few seconds, he said "Don't drink too much!" My mom must have talked him out of coming to my room and draging my friend out of the house.The rest of the day we drank and talked and braded eachothers hairs. Marcy told me about her house issues and how her parents are on the verge of a divorce. I wish i could share my secrets with her too but i can't.The next day, i gave Marcy a change of clothe and we went to school together. I haven't seen him yet but his scent has been following me everywhere i go. We had history after lunch and i know that was where i would be seeing him. As soon as i walked in to the class, my nose was filled with forest while it rains scent that almost made me dezzy. I looked at the far end of the class where he sat yesterday and our eyes met. I stopped on my track litrally frezzing like a statue while staring at him like a creep. Maybe he felt weird too becuase he didn't break the eye contact untill Marcy shoved me close to my chair. That snapped me out of what ever the hell i was in. The urge to look back was huge but instead i looked at Marcy who han an evil smirk on her face."What?" I whispered."You got your eyes on the new kid huu!" It was a bit more of a statement than a question."What?" I asked unwilling to admite anything.When out teacher came in, i silently thanked the Goddess and looked forward. After a few minutes of the lecture, our teacher said that they would be an assignment for two and that he would be choosing our partner. I have a bad feeling about this. "Light Angle and Kevin Mint..."Of course he is my partner. Fate you heartless b***h. I looked back and caught him staring and snapped my head back. Marcy tugged my shoulder "Looks like fate is on your side." She whispered a comment which did nothing to make me feel better. As soon as the bell rang i waited until every student was out and i walked towards the teachers desk. After an awkward conversation with him, i walked out.YUP! I dropped the class. History is not my major i take it as an extension so why the hell must i suffer when there was a quick way out.I finished my classes that day and went home. I was too depresed to talk to any one so i just made sure that Noah was in a good state and went home. My mom was at her usual spot when i walked in. She could see how hurt i looked and knew what it was about. I told her everything and that i also dropped the class just to avoide him. She told me not to run away form my fate and that she would convice dad to change his mind but i know no one could so i just ignored her advice and turned to my room.A week has passed since i dropped the class and marcy has been bagering me about why i did it. I had no answer for her except that i was busy with other subjects. I have been having hard time sleeping thanks to the nightmares and now avoiding my mate has been a bigger nightmare. On satureday i had one class and then it was off to home. When i stepped in to out territory, his scent hits me. It was strong and fresh. What the hell is his scent doing in our territory. I followed it sniffing the air rasing my head up high too catch it better. And there he was, in our garden, wearing a maids costum, watering the flowers..James was beyond annoyed. He sat at his desk next to his partner and looked at the closed file of carella Mink- Carella Jones- on his desk. How could everything be clean. Maybe someone tiped her off. Maybe she had everything cleaned before they went to her house.James couldn't let go of the fact that she bothered him too much. He had always been the one to listen to his guts. And his guts has never been wrong. But this time, it's as if, that gut feeling doesn't quite know what to process. Doneld on the other hand seemed to think that Carella was not guilty but that doesn't mean she was not connected some how. As he was roaming the files he could find on the so called best hostage negotiator, he came across a paper. It was her birth certificate. Finally. He thought to himself. It was impossible to find anything on Carella Jones. All there was publicaly was few articles that were written seven years ago. Most of the magezines at that time only spoke of Carella and Kanzel. But after
James and Doneld went back to their office and pulled out everything they could find on Carella Mink. Most of her file just says that she has been in the flower buisness for about six years, that she has a son of age 6 called Brian Mink, that her husband died a couple of years back but that was it. There was no more data on Carella Mink before seven years back. And that rose some suspision in both the agents eyes.Doneld still can't shack the fact that he knows her somewhere. He kept staring at her picture that was displayed on his monetor.Doneld and James seemed to be lost. James is almost convinced that Carella is behind all of this and that she is some how related to the Kazel case. And Doneld hasn't said a word as he kept looking at her photo as he moves his head from side to side. "I am almost positive i know her." Doneld commented to his partner that was sitting next to him. After a few minutes though, all his questions were answered as one of the agents walked up to him and a
"Carella Mink."As soon as they got the name of Robel Petros' supplier, James and Doneld got her address and rushed over to her place.When they reached their destination they were amazed. The house was not just big but also beautiful. From the special curve like gate to the front door and the green garden that surrounded the mansion was mind blowing. They collected their jaws and walked to the gate to ring the bell. A womans voice answered their call and asked them who they are and what their business was. After they told the lady through the speaker that they were DEA Agents and that they had a couple of questions for Carella Mink, it became quite. They stood there for a while and decided to ring the bell one more time. This time it was not a lady in a speaker that greeted them but a man in a suit from the front door.The man in the black suit opened the front gates, "Follow me please detectives." he said in a commanding tone."We're not detectives, we are Agents!" said Doneld hoping
James ran over to his partner's as soon as he told him about the drugs in the flower pot. When he arrived, the place was already filled with agents. As soon as he walked in, Doneld ran to him. "What happened?" James asked. "When the pot fail on the floor, it broke and two bags just sliped right out from the pot." "Does this mean the lady from the shop is the supplier?" James asked. They both looked at eachother with confussion. First thing in the morning, they got a warrant and stormed down at the shop. The lady from the shop got under arrest. Every single flower was confiscated by the DEA and as they were examined, almost more than half had two bags of drugs inside the pots. So now, it was time for interogation.James and Doneld walked in and stared at the lady from the shop. As soon as she saw them, she broke down in tears. "I swear... Detectives. I didn't do anything. I don't know anything." Her accent made it even harder to understand her with her crying. "Calm down!"
"What the hell happened here?" Asked James Walker to his partner Doneld Crane. "There was a shoot out." Doneld answered. "I can see that. But what caused it?" James asked an other question.Doneld nodded to one of the dead bodies on the floor and said "it looks like a disagreement between a dealer and his clients.""The shoot out took place behind a conventional store at mid-night. The clients are Toby and Kiel. These guys have been in and out of jail for the past couple of years for petty theft and drug abuse. The dealer on the other hand works for a drug over lord the DEA has been hunting for years now. Kanzel."As the chief explained every agent started murmuring when they heard the name "kanzel" "How is that possible?" James asked "no one have seen or heard anything from Kanzel in seven years. How can we be sure that the dealer works for him?""Ya" his partner continued "some even say he died in the explosion."The chief frowned and looked at the two who just spoke. "Well, K
Carella Jones is walking towards the house leading herself with her white cane in her right hand. She walked carefully as to not fall and make a fool of herself while she was working. She is nervous as always but her face shows no sign of fear and her eyes were covered by her sunglass. As always she knows she was walking in to a danger zone but lives of others depended on her. She was the best at her field of hostage negotiator because she was blind. Her inability to see the faces of the criminals made her suitable to get hostages out safely. As she was walking towards the house she was informed to go to, she heard footsteps coming near her. She stopped as she figuered she had gotten close enough. She knows what comes after this. They will search her to make sure she was not carrying any weapon. She wore a light dress that stopes at her knees and are sleeveless to avoid being touched. When they see that she had no place to hide any weapon, they took her white cane and grabed her with b