chapter one- flashback
In some ways, Jacques Bonaparte deserved his death. Put out a large fortune and the key to happiness and someone’s bound to kill you. This is what Walker Whittier tried to convince himself as he stalked through Jacques’s front yard, keeping to the shadows. He took a glance through the artist’s living room window, and saw that the old inventor was asleep on his couch, his palette paintbrush still in hand. Next to him was a manila folder stuffed with papers. Probably important. Perfect, Walker thought, and snuck towards the front door. He tried the doorknob, which he found was unlocked. Just cause you’re famous doesn’t mean you’re unprotected from people like me, smirked Walker as he made his way to the living room. Walker pulled out a gun from underneath his jacket.
“Goodnight, Monsieur Bonaparte,” he snickered, “Sweet dreams.” And he fired a single bullet into the sleeping artists chest. The murderer took the folder and left the room.
Just as he walked out, a little girl came into the room. She was holding a teddy bear in one hand and rubbing her sleepy eyes in the other. She was only 6 years old. He has a daughter? Walker thought. He has a daughter.
“Daddy?” she called, and walked over to her dead father. She tugged at his shirt. Then she saw the cloud of blood forming on his shirt. “Daddy! Wake up, daddy!” She sobbed, hugging her dead father.
chapter two- past performances
Dwight Lavorre could still remember the day when he was famous. Granted, it was a little bit hard thinking about things like that in a musty old jail cell. It just made life that much more depressing. A few years ago, Dwight was one of the most important scientists at his university with the help of a scientific breakthrough he made after studying late at night in his lab. But after his big break, things started to go downhill. Budgets were cut, and soon Dwight found himself struggling just to keep his job. It came to the point where he would do anything to get his fame and fortune back. So he came up with a “genius” plan that would help him do just that: stealing. Dwight snuck into the lab and hijacked some of his lab-mate’s documents. As he was escaping, one of his partners coincidentally forgot something in the lab and as soon caught Dwight red-handed.
So now his family was living in an old run-down apartment while he was stuck in jail with no one to bail him out. He shouldn’t have stolen. What I would give, he thought, to turn the clock back.
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