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"Dad!" I wailed at my speeding father, running at full sprint downstairs with his gun 
in hand. He stopes at the base of the stairs and turned to look at me.
"Darling, your gonna be fine. I promise he will take care of you." He vowed "I'm 
sure, I trust him."
I ran down stairs and crashed into him, hugging him tight. I bit on my lip to stop me 
from crying. But alas, it didn't help.
"Daddy, they'll kill you! I-I don't wanna see you dead... I love you." I sobbed, tv 
weight of the thought of losing my father crushing me. He was all I had left.
He sighed, "Baby girl, you know I have to keep you in hiding. He is also our best 
fighter and has a pretty big other life. So, he has to stay in hiding. I have to go. 
Remember, he is your guardian, and do as he says. I love you, don't do anything 
stupid."
 He wiped away my tears, looking into my eyes, the sprinted away. I stared at the 
open window, where he ran into the night. After a few mintutes, I turned and ran 
into my room. I locked the door, and when into my drawers to dig up my gun. 
When I found it, I laid down on my bed. I stared at the ceiling,
"BANG!" In the distance. I jumped, startled. I grabbed my gun, and looked out my 
window, hoping to see what was going on. I looked out into nothing but a dark, 
damp, foggy city. I sighed and turned around. I sat on the ground, and played with 
the carpet.  Someone knocked on the door. Alarmed, I stood up and pointed my 
gun at the door.
"Myranda Summers! I know your in there!" A kinda deep, smooth voice called.
I stayed silent, the monster inside me coming out to play. My monster is the evil 
thing I turn into when I do my work. I don't turn into a literal monster, but something 
inside of me changes. Everything gets tinted red, and my heart slows down.
"Myranda! If you don't open this door now, I will break it down." He growled.
"Who are you?" I called out, my finger on the trigger, ready to kill.
"I'm your dads best fighter?" He said, sounding unsure. I got suspious.
"Who the hell are you? Your name!" I shouted, everything getting red.
"Uhh..." He trailed off. Then gun shots got closer, sounding only blocks away. I 
began to panic, my father was out there.
"ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!" I shouted.
"Michael Jackson! Let me in!" He said, sounding sorta pissed.
"Michael. Jackson. Ha! What kinda fool do you take me for?" I yelled, the monster 
was taking over. I was getting pissed off.
"Let me in so I can prove it!" He said, more gun shots getting closer.
"That's what the enemy would say." I growled, becoming the monster.
"Let me in now, or I'm gonna bust down this door!" He sounded angry.
"Try to kill me I will not hesitate to kill you." I threated. The door suddenly crashed 
to the floor. I pointed my gun straight at this guys heart. He was only a blur of 
white and blue, and he tackled me.
I grunted, falling down hard. He tried to pin me down, but he couldn't. I kneed his 
gut, and pushed him off of me. I stood up, and tried to get myself steady, but he 
rammed me into my bed. He got on top of me, and rythmicly pinned me down, 
grabbing my gun. I looked at him, frowning.
"Get off of me!" I yelled, trying to break free.
"Do you trust me?" He asked, a smirk on his face. I looked at him, his big brown 
eyes looking into my soul, his nose, and his perfectly shaped lips, parted to 
breathe. His chin, with a dimple in it. Then, I realized it was Michael Jackson.

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