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Rosetta.

As I came strolling out of the hopeless woods, I shivered for I could feel an icy blast of air breathing down my neck as if it were trying to unnerve me. The trees shrieked with pain as jet black cravens clenched there claws on their limbs.
As I past an empty field I saw a woman gingerly walking through it, and then she stopped looked around and took a small gardening trowel from out her boot and began digging. Fifteen minutes had passed when she finally stood up and walked of as though nothing had happened. On gut feeling I followed her trying not to get spotted.
I must have spooked her because she started running. Now we are picking up speed through the deserted field and getting closer to the mansion. The crunching under my feet as I walked down the vast space between me and the towering door was like freshly laid snow. The door was loud it was so silent. The mansion loomed over me like it was daring me to enter.
I lost sight of her for a split second and she was gone. I don’t understand. How could she have got away when I was right behind her I said Then I noticed a broken window and got suspicious. I wonder if she has gone in there. I said to myself with curiosity in my voice.
The smell of rotting meat was unreal. There was a dead body sprawled to the left of my foot, somehow I knew who the person was but couldn’t place there face. The face of the body was a sinister one, they looked like they had been in a horrible mood before they died. I wished I thought about what I was doing before I went in but now I was too intrigued.
I went down the corridor wearily; the corridor had a stagnant smell to it much the same as wet dog. I spotted the woman as she stopped to catch her breath. I hid round the corner and poked my head out to see what was happening. She was wearing satin black jacket with dirt all over it from when she was digging.
She had beautiful golden hair. Her hair was as long as a twisty river and I couldn’t help but get lost in the woman’s eyes when the she turned around for they were a spacious blue. She had blood red lips. The woman spotted me “Who are you? ” She said inquisitively. I walked to the woman a little sheepish.
My name is Jordan; I was chasing you to find out what you were doing in the deserted field digging. “I was looking for a place to bury the body on the floor when you enter the mansion. As the woman said this my mouth fell open like a lose hinge. My fingers were trembling UN controllable. What is your name? I replied trying to be as cool as I could even thou I was still a little shaken from what she had just said.
My name is Rosetta. The woman replied fiercely. She is too beautiful to be a murderer. She looked at me with eyes that you could get lost in and said why are you shaking like that? You are making me nervous and I don’t like been nervous. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make you nervous; I can’t help but shake when you just said that you killed a person. How come you killed them? As I said this she gestured for me to follow here to what once was a living room. “Sit down and I’ll tell you” she said as her body was flopping into a chair.
“It all started when I was going under cover and to cut a long story short” she said with her words getting more intense. “What happened, did it get worse than I had thought” I said trying to guess. “Well listen and you will find out.” She said with anger and sarcasm in her voice. I almost burst in tears because I thought that I offended her. “As I was saying I was under cover and I was trying to set the person on the floor near the front door up for murder and my emotions got the better of me”. I find myself looking in to her eyes as if I am hyphenised.
“I can help you” I say trying to sound like I was in the same situation. “How can you help me? ” she said advancing to where I was sat. “I could take you to my house in France no one would suspect a thing.” “You and I both know that won’t end well for ether of us and besides, it won’t help me if I run away from it.” As she said this it began to rain and thunder. The rain trickled down the window next to me like the tears that were so elegantly rolling down the cheek of Rosetta.
The atmosphere in the mansion went tense as we heard someone rustle the leaves as they walked down the path way. “QUIK, GET OUT THE MANSION WE WILL MEET IN THE PUB NEXT TO THE ABANDONED FIELD” I yell as I run as fast as I can for the back door as if I did the murder. “No I can’t run away all my lives” I start to turn round and tried to persuade her but she shouted “leave me get gone” I ran like the wind pondering if I would ever see her again.
I wake up with sweat raviolis dripping of my head. I dreamt that she was outside the apartment door with a gleaming knife in her hands. I knew that the dream meant nothing, are so I thought.
BANG, BANG, BANG. The door rattled on its hinges. I jumped out of my skin because a thought crossed my mind, what if it wasn’t a dream, what if it was a sign. I looked through the peep hole and there she was in a beautiful ravishing red dress. I tried to get out the bathroom window before she could open the door when I thought to myself what if she isn’t going to kill me.
I creep to the door and open it slowly. I couldn’t help thinking how did she know where I live. I was so shocked I fell of my chair. “What do you mean we have to reunite? What’s gone wrong? ”
“So you going to let me in then? ” I was taken back in both fear and thrilled to see her. She walked in elegantly “What you doing here, I thought you were in prison.” As I said that she smiled in a cheeky kind of way. “Well thets just say I got out of there before they had chance to get me”. I was so shocked I fell of my chair. I started to laugh a little. What was to come out her mouth was to send shivers down my spine.
“What is so funny? ” I shrugged and blushed a little, I felt like a child again. Then something dawned on me, how did she get out when the police were at both ends by the time I had run off. “A penny for your thoughts” she replied and with that I was snapped back to reality.
“Huh” I said still a little taken back. “What you thinking about.” As she said this her beautiful eyes met mine and I felt like jelly. “It’s nothing important. So how are you and I going to sort this mess out? ” I said this with the implement that I was going with her but in my heart I didn’t want to. “Well if you really want to help pack your bags.” I was so confused I didn’t even question the reason.
It was hammering down with rain when we were ready to leave the apartment. We crossed to the other side of the street where the car was parked. The car looked sinister with its satern black paint job; it was a 1995 Ford Mustang GT. As she turned the ignition key the car roared into life with a thunderous growl. I was taken back when she started the car. I was scared stiff when she put the foot to the floor and sped around the town like it was a playground.

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