Eleanor Reid is a 24 year old woman who has a lot more up her sleeve than meets the eye. When an unexpected visitor comes back into her life will she be able to survive, or will she die?


3. Eyes

  I wake up to the sound of beeping, when I open my eyes it's as if I'm starring into the sun, this tells me I'm in a ER room and hooked up to the monitors. I squint as I look around the room, my head is pounding as if I had been clubbed from behind.


"Hey Ellie." I roll my head to the side and I see Max looking back at me with his vibrant green eyes.




"Shhh, don't talk, you had a nasty fall and hit your head." He took in a deep breath as he ran his hands through his hair. "You know I didn't think that the next time I'd see you it would be for this reason." I scrunch up my eyebrows as I try to understand. "We need your help, El, he's come back and it's bad." I reach over and pull the IV out of my arm and sit up in the bed.


"Don't touch me." I say as I clutch the bedside bars. "Get me my clothes."



I open up my apartment door and it no longer feels right, the air seems colder and everything seems to carry the smell of mildew, I feel Max's hand on my back as we walk inside. *MEOW* I look down to see Biscuits rolling around on the rug.


"I didn't know you were a cat person."


"Yeah well there's a lot about me you don't know anymore." I say as I take off my coat throwing it over the side of the couch. I walk to the side closet and grab the key from the top of the door frame, I thought that I had locked out this part of my life forever. I unlock the door and watch as dust falls down from above, looking around I see everything I left behind, my FBI uniform, my guns, my go bag, my case file boxes all layered in a thick coat of dust.  "So is this it?"


"What do you mean?" the floorboards creek as Max gets up to join me.


"Am I just supposed to pack up my life again and start over? Leave everything behind all over again?" I sigh as I grab my go bag from the top shelf.


"Not forever, you can leave your things here, we could have someone on watch or an agent stay here undercover, and take care of your cat." I roll my eyes as I pick up a baseball bat from the corner.


"Are you kidding me?" I feel myself laugh as I wipe the dust off the bat.


"I know it's not fair, but we not only need you back on the team but for you to be safe."


"You don't think I can handle myself?" I set the bat down and walk out of the closet.


"No, the opposite, we're worried about what you'll do." I throw my hair into a bun as I push past Max toward my bedroom.


"no, YOU'RE worried about what I'll do." I say as I take off my scrubs to put on something more comfortable.  "What time is it?"


"4:30, why?"


"The fall festival is about to start and considering I'm about to get uprooted from my life yet again, might as well do it drunk. Very drunk." I slide on my leggings and a grey turtle neck.


"do you really think that's a good idea?" Max leans on the door frame.


"You always said I was more fun to be around when I'm drunk." I put my last shoe on and stand up, I've forgotten how small he makes me feel compared to his 6'2 build. "You're more than welcome to come with me." He reached down and pushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear.


"One last time. We need to pack tomorrow morning." I smile as I grab his hand and pull him into the living room. "But you need to take this, and light drinking, we don't know where he is." he hands me my Glock 23, it's ice cold as I tuck it behind my shirt.



Fall has always been my favorite time of the year, between the changes of the leaves, warm apple cider, pumpkins, and donuts, but this year it's different. Everything here is lively, between the decorations and the people it looks like it is straight out of a movie, should be a perfect night right? Wrong- something feels off, I can feel someone tracking me with their eyes but it's as if they know I'm tracking them too.


"Do you even know any of these people?" Max whispers as he looks around, he's kept his hand on my back since the moment we got out of the car. It feels almost how it used even though its been 3 years since I last saw him.


"Not really, I know some of them live in my building and that girl in the red hat brought me my cat the other day." We walk over to the pumpkin beer brewery and both take a glass. "Do you really think he'll be here?"


"We both know he'd do anything to find you again. I'm sure he's here somewhere."


"It's been 15 years, what makes you so sure? How will we even be able to tell what he looks like anymore. I've seen the rough sketch, but I couldn't recognize him from it." I feel his hand tighten as he clenches his jaw.


"Let's just try to act normal." he takes a drink of his beer and makes a face. "This is disgusting."


"You know if he sees us together like this, he'll kill you." I to look around, scanning the crowd of faces, seeing some friendly and familiar and others unrecognizable.


"I'm not worried about me. You already know I will throw my life down for yours." I turn around, once again feeling as if someone is watching me and then I see him, through the crowd of people I manage to find his eyes looking back at me, the eyes of death.

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