Hi Guys I'm writing this story beginning completely on the spur of the moment, not sure where it's going and not intending to end it. Maybe if you guys think of something you can continue it? Anyway here goes:
The heavy snow fell on the already frosted glass as he trudged alone through the dark, forested path. I watched him from the window as he approached. It had been a long time, but I would never mistake that loping walk or the strangely overbearing aura his short figure cast.
He arrived at the doorstep just as I descended the stairs, and knocked once. I opened the large oak door, and for a moment we just stare at each other, calculating tawny eyes meeting wary azure ones.
"Helen." he said finally, by way of greeting. "Eric." I reply curtly. Another short silence, and I stand wordlessly aside to let him in. He did so, dumping his long faux-fur coat on a nearby table without invitation. I observed him closely under pretence of putting up the coat on my empty stand, while he did the same to me with a great show of wiping his feet on the mat. Both of us quietly apprehensive, yet eager to begin.
"So. You require my services?" I enquire at last. He nods slowly. "Yes. Are you willing to sell, is the question." "I sell to whoever can pay my rates."
He shakes his head with some irritation. "Money is no object, Helen. As I'm sure you know. But the job I have in mind for you is a little more... extreme than the ones you are probably used to." he says delicately. I bark out a laugh. "Try me, Eric."
He stares at me some more, refusing to speak, cautious. Afraid, perhaps. He knows my line of work well, he knows me well. He doesn't trust me. "As I remember, you used to do jobs like this yourself. Found a way out of it, have you?" I inquire lightly. He shrugs and answers "Surely you yourself don't intend to do, well, what it is we do, forever?" I laugh again, but humorlessly this time. "You sound like I have a choice."
"I do, don't I?" he replies. I give him a wintry smile. "Back to business, perhaps?" He nods again. "I'll pay you two million for this job. Cash. You get half as downpayment, and the other half when I see the job is done." he states. I smile again. "Two million. A hefty sum. What could this one be, Eric?" He seems to shake himself, put up his guard, at my refusal to give him a straight answer. "Will you do it or not?" he presses.
I smile once more, just to unnerve him. "What, don't trust me?" I tease. "I am simply unwilling to be taken in again, Helen. As are my associates." There's a touch of menace in his tone. We have had run-ins before, me and his "associates", as he puts it. "None of us like being taken in." I say as way of reply. He appears to accept this.
"So, do we have a deal?"
Ok, that's it, I guess. I'm not sure why I wrote this but anyway, feel free to continue if you want to. Can you guys figure out what her occupation is?
