ANDERSON HOME

The Next Morning, I'm asleep in my boyfriend's, Aiden's, bed with the plush thick dark green bedcover covering me.

Aiden gently sits down at my bedside and gently brushes my hair bang with his fingers.

I smile a little with my eyes closed. "You really do like my hair bang, don't you, Aidy?" and slowly opens my eyes and looks at him.

"Yeah. I do." Aiden said.

Aiden and I exchange small smiles at each other.

"I gotta go, I'll see you laters." Aiden said, plants a kiss on my cheek, and gets up, walking away.

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JEN'S DINER

I'm sitting in a booth table with a plate of waffles. I take a bite out of it with my fork.

Quinton Kiermont slides into the booth table across from me with a flesh wound on his left cheekbone.

"Quinton?" I said.

"Hi to you too as well, SweetiePea." Quinton said, tearing off a piece of my waffle and eats it. "Mmm. That's delicious."

"What do you want?" I asked Quinton.

"I wanted to say "Thank you" to you, Angie. I'll say that you've upgraded my sociopathic behavior." Quinton Kiermont said to me. "And by the way . . ." he pointed to his healed flesh wound on his left cheek. ". . . I love my flesh wound."

"You're crazy insane." I said to him.

"Yeah. I am. And I even have a psychological profile document that says so." Quinton said with a cheeky grin. "How's Aiden by the way? Have you two lovebirds sorted things out together in between the two of you?"

"Aiden's and Mine's relationship is none of your business." I tell him.

"But at least, admit it to yourself, Angie. You still loved Aiden, and now, that you two are dating together, you two are very much in love." Quinton Kiermont said. "Perhaps, you and I can have our little fun laters on."

Quinton Kiermont slides out of the booth table and walks away. And I resumes eating my waffles.

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SAUNDERS CONSTRUCTION COMPANY

I'm sitting atop of the picnic table with my Dad, eating a half ham and cheese sandwich.

"Does Mom still makes your ham and cheese sandwiches?" I asked him, playfully teasing him.

"Sometimes she does, Ang." My Dad said with a small smile. "So, what is it? Why are you really here? Is it Quinton Kiermont?"

"Dad?" I said.

"What's Quinton Kiermont up to now?" My Dad asked me.

"I don't know. But whatever it is, it's not good." I said to my Dad. "Quinton is a diabolical sociopath. He has nothing to lose."

My Dad and I exchange worried looks at each other.

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- 3RD POV -

At the Special Agent Ops Field Office, Sam Saunders is sitting at the round table, looking at some files documents.

"Hi, Samantha." Quinton Kiermont said.

Sam looks at Quinton. "Quinton?"

"You have an amazing daughter, Samantha." Quinton said.

"You leave Angie alone." Sam said to him.

Quinton sly smirks. "You and Angie have the same protectiveness." sauntering up to her. "Like mom, like daughter."

Before Mrs. Sam Saunders could react, Quinton blows some sleeping powder in her face, causing her to pass out in his arms.

Lifting Sam in his arms, bridal style, Quinton walks away.

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TAVERN BODGE LOCAL BAR AND LOUNGE CLUBHOUSE

Pedro and I are in the dimly lit main room, playing on the Xbox video game console.

My phone buzzes on the coffee table. Pedro pauses the video game and I picks up my phone and looks at it.

Mom

I answer my phone. "Mom."

"Hi, SweetiePea." Quinton said on mh Mom's phone.

I gets up and slowly walks over to the round bar counter. "Quinton? Where's my Mom?"

"She's fine. A bit bruises on her pretty face, but she's fine. Actually, she has a piece of duct tape on her mouth." Quinton tells me on the phone.

"If you hurt her . . ." I started to threaten Quinton.

But Quinton cuts me off. "Oh, wow. You're threatening me. I knew your Dark Angie is still within you."

"Where's my Mom, Quinton?" I asked him.

"She's with me at my destroyed workshop company." Quinton tells me. "And if you don't want your mom to be in a body-bag, l suggest you come alone?" And he hangs up my Mom's phone.

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KIERMONT'S WORKSHOP COMPANY

I slowly walks inside the ashy main room and slowly walks up the stairs. "Mom?"

I hear some mumbling, so, that must be her. I slowly walks into another main room and sees my Mom tied up to a chair with a piece of duct tape on her mouth.

"Mom?" I said, slowly walking up to her.

And suddenly, Quinton Kiermont comes up behind me with a pocket knife to my throat. "You're such a sweet girl, Angie. But every sweet girl has a darkness in them."

I step on his right foot and elbows in his face, causing him to let go of me. I turn around and punches him in his face, making him falls onto the floor.

I walks over to my Mom, gently untying her from the chair and taking off the duct tape.

"Mom? Are you okay?" I asked her.

"Yeah. I'm fine." My Mom reassured me.

"Aww. How sweet." Quinton said. "Angie The Heroic Knight. I'm gonna enjoy tearing off your dark pink cape." He added with a small smile.

"Let's get the hell out of here, Mom." I said, gently taking her hand and running away.

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SAUNDERS HOME

That night, my Dad had came home to check on my Mom, who's asleep on the three seat sofa with a blanket covering her.

"Is your Mom gonna be okay?" My Dad asked me.

"Yeah. Quinton didn't hurt her." I reassured my Dad.

"What's with Quinton Kiermont anyway?" My Dad asked me, sitting on the three seat sofa beside my Mom.

"Quinton's a diabolical sociopath, Dad." I tell him. "I can handle him."

"Ang?" My Dad said.

"I'll be okay, Dad." I said, and walks away from him, walking up the stairs and into my bedroom.

IN MY BEDROOM I'm sitting at my vanity mirror. I gently runs my hand in my hair and looks at myself in the mirror.

But I don't see my reflection. I see me. My darkness, Dark Angie.

"Quinton's gonna get his comeuppance." Dark Angie tells me in the reflection of my vanity mirror.

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