The bright golden sun shot through the small window. It gleamed onto a crystal vase that sat on small brown table. Next to the vase was a fresh, wrinkled newspaper. Zack a tall, blond man, of around 21 wore a white Top and Blue jeans. He slowly picked up the paper and read the main story out loud.
"KILLER STRIKES AGAIN.
Yesterday evening the body of 34 year old, Peter Smart was discovered in the Victoria Streets old apartment block. Police refused to comment on the discovery of the fourth victim the only comment that has been made was on the third victim that was struck down only one week ago. Police said that it was likely to be a professional assassin or a sniper."
Zack quickly grabbed a green rucksack and small, black camera. If the killer was still there he was going to find them.
Zack sped down the long alley on his new, motorbike. He loved to ride and used any excuse to show off the fire red bike. As Zack came to the end of the alley he saw the old apartment cornered off by red and white police tape. Zack watched as the busy investigators thoroughly searched over the long grass outside of the building. Zack's attention quickly turned to the sound of distressed sobs behind him. He quickly dismounted from his motorcycle and cast his eyes down the long dark alley. A shadow of a young, very distressed woman was outlined on the alley wall. She was huddled up in the corner of the alley. Zack cautiously approached the shivering girl.
"Hi I'm Zack, are you okay?" Zack introduced himself in a soft, quiet but rough voice. The young woman said nothing, she simply stared at Zack with bright, pained, emerald eyes.
"Why don't you come back to my flat?" Zack offered kindly as he held out his hand. Not knowing the danger he was about to face. She was undecided. She didn't usually except invitations to strangers homes but there was something, deep in Zack's caring blue eyes that made her want to trust him. The young woman took Zack's hand.
Ten minutes later Zack handed the young woman a very used orange mug, filled with hot coco.
"Are you going to tell me your name now?" Zack asked politely, with a bright smile. The young woman took a deep breath and began to talk in a clear yet shaky voice.
"I'm Jesse." The young woman replied, she softly, flicked, dazzling auburn hair from her shoulder.
"So how come you were in the alley?"
"My mum and dad were victims of that lunatic assassin. I've been hounded by the newspapers and the police all day and I guess it got too much for me."
"I'm sorry about your parents, it was Mr. and Mrs. Milano wasn't it?" Jesse nodded as images of her parents flooded through her mind.
"Do you take an interest in the news or something?" Jesse asked trying to rid her mind of the painful images.
"You could say that I'm sort of a reporter."
"Oh!" Jesse said a little surprised.
"Don't worry I'm not going to bombard you with questions, it sounds like you've been through enough already."
Jesse smiled in relief. She placed the orange mug on the red carpet and stood up. As always she looked elegant in her long black skirt and silk blouse. Zack stood to face Jesse.
"I should leave, it's getting late and I wont to miss the flock of journalists around my house. There like vultures hounding me."
"Why don't you stay here? I have a spare room and no journalists are going to bother you. I promise." Jesse looked a little concerned for a moment, then nodded her consent.
"Thanks, I hate going home to an empty house."
"I'll drive you to your house to get some things if you like." Zack offered generously, as he gazed into her beautiful, sorrowful, emerald eyes.
Half an hour later Jesse and Zack reached the lonely, white, old house. To Jesse's relief there were no journalists out side. Jesse dismounted the motorbike.
Jesse silently entered the old family house, with Zack following closely behind her. She cast her eyes to the red flickering light on her answering machine. She pressed the button and listened to the first message of six awaiting her attention.
"Miss. Milano, I am from the Rainbow express. We are willing to offer you a reasonable amount of money for an interview � " Jesse quickly turned off the machine, blinking back the tears. "I'll just go and get my things, make yourself at home." Jesse said, as she through her keys onto a table that stood next to a cream sofa. Zack slowly looked around the living room, as he did he heard a sudden, feminine scream from upstairs.
He flew out of the front room, up the stairs and into the room with the light on, where he saw Jesse lying on the floor.
"Jesse are you okay?" He helped her up, his blue eyes rapidly searching around the room.
"The assassin he's in the house!" Jesse shouted her fear clear in her shaky voice.
"Stay behind me." Zack ordered firmly taking her hand in his and leading her from the room.
Zack slowly walked into the next room, he suddenly saw a shadow of a man lying in wait in the corner of the room.
"WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Zack demanded, holding a small base ball bat firmly in his hands. The dark shadow moved, the man turned to face Zack, a black gun firmly clutched in his hand.
"You should have ran when you had the chance Jesse." The man ignored Zack his attention focused on Jesse.
"Do you know him?" Jesse nodded furiously, confused tears filled her eyes. The man slowly, slithered closer to Jesse and Zack.
"I'm Ryan Milano, Jesse's brother and now it's her turn to die." He walked closer to Zack a wild look in his eyes.
"You got everything, and I got pushed aside. Well not anymore." Ryan crazily shouted his gaze moving to Jesse. He raised the gun towards her, Zack grabbed for it restling Ryan to the floor. The gun fired, blood form on the floor from who it wasn't clear.
All Jesse could do was watch, fear filling her eyes once more as she watched the gun once again point towards her, then drop to the floor.
