Story 3 in The Elenore Jordan Chrinicles

Valerie and her partner Remmy have a mission. And, they need Aurora's help. Or do they....

 Valerie stood on the corner. Her coat clung to her wet skin, as did her newly cut hair. 

The rain hit the ground at full speed sounding like gravel hitting a windshield. She clutched the paper bag to her chest. Twenty minutes.

They said she would never make it. She had shown them. Killing the girl had been nothing more than a test, and she had done it without a seconds regret. She was one of them now.

Valerie walked out from under the oning that she had been standing under and into the empty street, she passed a homeless woman laying helplessly on the ground. She didn't bother give the woman any money. 

Despite the million dollars that were wodded up in her paper bag. Money couldn't be spared now. Not with what was about to happen.

When Valerie saw Value bank, she veered left and passed the boarded up door and into the alley.

Valerie placed one high-heeled boot onto a slippery rubbish bin and hoisted herself up through the window.

The dark room harbored hundreds of memories for Valerie. But, she could only imagine what this was doing to Aurora.

"Remmy?" She called out to her partner. 

"Got her in her, Val." He replied in his charming french accent.

Aurora sat cowering in the corner of a large room. Right across from a decayed skeleton. It took Valerie a moment to understand why her sister was so upset: She wasn't used to these things. 

Corpses and dead bodies were new to her.

Valerie recalled when death and killing had meant something to her. Now, it was so natural, murder felt like breathing to her. And, soon Aurora would understand.

"Get up." Valerie snapped.

"Val, maybe you should be a little kinder," Remmy suggested. "She is a guest."

Valerie scoffed. "Trust me." She said, "Being nice gets you no where."

Even Remmy claimed that killing a man was still hard for him. And he had been at it for two years. 

"She's only a little upset." Remmy nodded. Valerie gave him a cold stare, and he quieted.

"What's this all about?" Aurora hissed suddenly. And, for a moment, Valerie was overwhelmed with the urge to slap her.

Violence was second nature for Valerie. And Aurora was so week.

"Valerie," Remmy warned, "Cool it."

Remmy knew Valerie better then anyone in the world. Valerie had only known Remmy for a few months (since he was assigned to her a few months before.) Yet, Remmy, got her. Remmy understood what Valerie went through everyday, and he was sympathetic, but not in an annoying way. Remmy cared, And that was honorable. 

It seemed like no one else did.

"We have to get a move on." Valerie declared, both, Aurora and Remmy looked surprised.

"Did you get the... Stuff?" Remmy asked.

"In here." Val replied motioning to her coat.

Aurora stifled a scream.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Valerie shot at the small girl crumpled in the corner. She had promised herself that she wouldn't hurt her sister... this time.

Aurora cowered in the cobwebbed corner, refusing to answer.

"You'd best answer the questions you are asked." Remmy said. "Your sister can get a bit feisty when you disrespect her."

"Shut the f**k up." Valerie said, punching Remmy in the stomach.

Remmy shot a 'you-see-what-I-mean?' look at Aroura which got him a kick in the groin.

"We have five minutes to get to the train station." Valerie decided, ignoring, Remmy's pained groans. 

"Cassidyn?" Remmy said suddenly, still sounding mildly pained from Valerie's last blow.

Valerie rolled her eyes, knowing what Remmy was thinking. The last time that Cassidyn and Remmy had been together was a disaster. Remmy and Cassidyn were an automatic romantic pairing, and instead of paying attention to the assignment that they had been given, Remmy and Cassidyn had decided to pay attention to eachother and spend the night in the back room instead of keeping an eye on the man that they were supposed to get information.

"Yes, Remmy, we are meeting Cassidyn. And things are not going to go like last time."

Remmy rolled his eyes.

"We better go." Aurora said, suddenly. "You said five minutes two minutes ago." 

Valerie was shocked at her sisters cooperation. She had expected Aurora to be fighting every step of the way.

Valerie had taken Aurora around from "Hidden Hills" a week ago. They had told her that if she did not have her sister with her when she reterned. They would kill.

***5 minutes later***

Aurora, Valerie, and Remmy sat on the train... waiting. 

"Hello." They heard a cool voice call, Remmy's head shot up in excitement.

"Cassidyn!" He smiled, scooting over on the bench, to make room for his love.

Valerie sat next to Aurora, glaring at Remmy and Cassidyn, as they exchanged a warm kiss.

"So... Where are we going?" Aurora asked, suddenly, pulling Valerie out of her thoughts.

"Oh..." Val started. Did she tell the girl the truth? "We're going to meet an old friend." She suggested. And Aurora nodded.

But, Valerie's thoughts wandered. 

She slipped her hand into her coat pocket and felt the comforting crinkle if her paper bag.

This was no friend. 

This was the enemy.

Author's Note

Well... Here's part III! Hope you like it! Comment please! Part 4 is coming!

Reviews

[Olivia Long]

Your a good writer but you jump around alot. Riddles are good in a book, but the whole book shouldn't be a million little riddles, you need some stuff in between. If the plot of a book series was someone who had lost their memory, then you could drag the mystery out until the last book, but you still would have to make things happen in between. With these it's like every new story is the first page of a completely different book, you have to tie things together or it will just get confusing and people will give up. Details are good but to many details can boring by themselves, like in the first one you start it out with:
"my sister is, Aurora Marx. She is three years old, today. She has brown hair and blue eyes. She was two feet and eight inches tall the last time we measured. She weighs thirty pounds. And, she loves to play puppy." you don't need that many to put that many details unless it will be important later in the story, and even if it is then you shouldn't just them plain like that, make it interesting like "There are times when I sit and I think about Aurora, she turned three today, times when i sit and remember when she'd crouch all two feet and eight inches onto all fours, playing puppy again, the game she loved the most, and suddenly a thirty pounds toddler would jump on top of you and growl and bark. Cute, huh? It's during those times in my memory when I hate her the most." I know it's a humugous run-on sentence and there are probaly a million spelling mistakes all throughout it but you get what I'm saying right? The first few sentences are important because during them is when whoever is reading it decides if they're going to continue or go on to a different story or book. I'm not trying to be condesending even though it may sound like that, in fact it really sounds like that, but you do have talent, it's just hidden under all those details