12 (the story!)

Okay, well I'm gonna start posting in a bit. Later tonight will do. I just need to check all the characters. DO NOT POST HERE¡!!!!!!!!!!! (All CAPS makes stuff better;p)
Just post in the character thing.

 

Didn't start smartass.

 

Sorry for "spaming"
Now shut up and enjoy my story.

Chapter One
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The shop was slow as Lica flipped through her book. The store her father had passed down to her was still a dump. She sighed.
There were about six shelves that were filled with old book that had torn pages that were slightly yellowed.
The maple wood shelves were also dusty enough to most likely suffocate you. The walls were a bleak grey and the floor was soot black tiles.
The old man died recently, actually. It was a peaceful and hopefully painless death. He died in his sleep just last Monday...
Or was it Tuesday?
She shook off the thought and continued reading.
About the third chapter she pulled a page out on accident.
"Crap," She muttered sliding back in her chair. She opened a drawer and fumbled around, looking for tape or a staple... Or something.
The bell jingled.
She didn't bother looking up.
"The clearance shelf is the last one that way. The shelves are in alphabetical order if you're looking for a certain book." She said and pointed.
No response...
She paused a moment and looked up.
She knew everyone in the little town, but not those three.
The first one was bald and wore black sun glasses. He had on loafers and black pants. His shirt was navy under his black jacket.
and the other two looked the same. Both in jeans and tee shirts. Not even a pimple or scar showed they were two different men.
Lica blinked. Once, twice, three times...
Nope, still the same.
"We would like some books on wolves." The bald man said.
"I uh... we should have some in the back, but I'm still- uh, fixing them..." She stuttered.
"Well, if you aren't going to give the to us, we'll just have to take them." The man said.
"Err- Wha- what do you mean by that?" She said.
The bald man reached inside of his coat and pulled out a black gun, setting it on the table.
"Uh-oh," Lica said slowly looking up from the gun into the lenses of the black sun glasses.

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Thanks for a little faith, I was just figuring out how to throw together the few characters I have and make it a story. Please just post in the other topic for this story.

 

Lica gulped. The lump in her throat seemed to be strangling her. She stared at the gun again. The twin dudes disappeared back through the door.
She took a deep breath in. Then let it out slowly through her mouth. She took one more deep breath and held it.
"Three ways to take down a person:
One, finger to the eye. Two, hit in the throat. Three, elbow to the... The nose! Elbow to the nose." She thought. She looked around the room. The door to her right was to the basement. It had a perfect closet. She was fast enough to get there. "Is there anything other then the books you need?"
" Just some books on birds and just one more test subject." He said and gestured behind him. She stared at the figure. The person was a guy wearing all black the the hood he was wearing threw her off a bit. The twins then pulled off his hood.
"Lack!" She moved forward, but the bald guy reached for his gun. She stopped.
There was sweat beading around her hair line. She locked her lips and her mouth was suddenly dry. She gave the basement door another side look and dove through the doorway. There was a bullet that whistled by her ear as she ran down the old and creaky steps.
she rounded a corner shooting down the hall. She turned once more and she dove through her fathers old office door. She opened the closet door and shut it, stirring up the dust.
How did they find Lack? He was probably at home cleaning or writing poetry. Why did they want them? She heard two men's feet hitting the ground.
"Which way did she go?"
"Left!"
"No! Right!"
More running people.
"God, its so ******* dusty!" Lica thought. Dust... she was not good around dust it made her stuffy. And sneeze... "Uh-oh!" She muttered just before she sneezed loud enough to wake up a family two cities over."She's in here!"
She kicked the door open and took off like a bat out of hell. One of the guys was around one corner. He came out and punched her in the face.
She dropped like a rock.

 

Sorry about that... The commas aren't posting for some reason.

 

Chapter two

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Lica's eyes popped open as she shot up in bed. The sweat heeding her hair line was there. She could see her sheets. Could she talk? "Hello!" She said. Yes, she could talk. She stared at her hands and toes counting the in her mind. After fifteen she counted aloud. "Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. All there." She they didn't do something sick. Something like give her an extra toe or finger... Or take one off.
She stopped. Her head hurt like someone was pounding on her on th top of head with a hammer.
She stood up, and wobbled a few feet. Something brushed the back of her legs, but it felt like a fluffy dog. She kept walking ignoring it. She dropped as her knees buckled. She dug her nails into the wooden floors, crawling forward with strange determination. She reached her dresser and tried to stand up. She leaned onto the ebony wood.
She looked into the mirror and frowned, her thin, pale lips seemed to turn into a straight line. Her eyes were no longer smokey grey and almond shaped, but were large and round. And were lavender.
Her nose had a bandage on it. She looked at the top of her head and dropped to the ground and scrambled away.
The pain in her back became noticeable and she reached back. She pulled a wolfish tail from under her. And on the top of her head; She had wolf ears...

 

Thank you. I'm better when I'm happy and actually feel like writing. When I'm rushed it comes out in a jumbled mess. But I'm kinda new at this. : )

 

Oh, I didn't see your comment groom before. My kindle has been thrown across the room by my niece in a melt down. Its cracked, it freezes, and ducks so ****ing bad its not even funny. So deal and pause for a second like there is a comma.