"You alright? You look like you just saw a ghost."

Lucy's voice was full of worry as I drove her to the GPS point. I let thought after thought rush through my head.

Traitor!

You don't deserve Veronica's love!

"I'm fine." My voice cracked on the ending of fine, and a tear rolled down my face. Lucy reached over and wiped a tear away.

"Whatever it is, I'm here, okay? Give me your phone."

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and handed it to her, and I heard a couple of clicks and the sound of a message sent notification.

"There. I now have your number. If you need me, or I need you, I'll call or you call me. Okay?" 

"Okay."

I pulled into the driveway and pulled around the circle of the mansion to the front of the house. I got out and then I let her out and walked to the door with her.

She gave me a tight hug. "See you tomorrow, okay? I'll message you in a couple hours."

I hugged back, and it eased the guilt a little bit. "Okay. I'll text you after you text me."

I ran to my car and got in and cranked it back up. The time clock on the dash said 10:00, and judging the distance from Lucy's home to 49th Street, I had enough time to stop at my house to change clothes.

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I got to my home and went straight to my room, and I set a pair of skinny jeans and a white t-shirt and a bomber jacket out on my bed. I then flipped a switch in my closet, and a panel of guns popped up. I chose an M9, with a silencer. I screwed it on and then I changed into my other outfit.

I came out of my apartment with a strap on underneath my jacket, it holding my M9. I checked the time on my phone. 10:30.

"Perfect."

I got in my car and drove to the bar on 49th Street. I saw a blonde guy with a pair of shades on and a beard sitting at the bar. I took my seat next to him.

"You're early." Weston breathed, and took a shot of whiskey.

"Who cares if I'm early? You said you had things to discuss. I figured, why not spend some time talking to you?" I said.

"Whatever you're planning, don't go for that gun in your jacket. Every bad guy knows when a person is planning to kill them. I'll let this go for once, if you do what I tell you. I have three things: One- there is a pimp on these streets named Mackie Robinson. He beats his women and buys people from the sex slave trade. Word is, there's a trade going down tonight and he's going to be buying there."

"So? I thought you were a bad guy?" I said, confused.

"This guy makes me look like a saint. Plus, I don't participate in the trade of women and sexual exploitation. It's trashy, rude, and it disrespects people. Plus, what kind of Senator- what kind of Congressman doesn't value life?"

I sighed. "Well then, why did you call me a dog then-"

"You're a different case. You took my son away from me."

"Haven't you considered adoption?" I asked, serious.

He laughed. "I haven't heard that one before. But, if you kill this pimp who deserves it, then I may make it worth your while. Have a drink."

He slid me the whiskey bottle, and I looked at it and frowned. "I don't drink."

"Friday, I'm going to need you to act like you do. I'm arranging a party on campus at NYU, and I want you to go there with Lucy and protect her. I've noticed a stalker following her around. This is favor two- deal with your girlfriend's stalker, and then make yourself irresistable to her. I already know about your date. I know what happened. She told me she wanted to kiss you more, but she couldn't because you didn't fully show interest."

"How? Is it because I restrained myself? Is it because I don't carry myself the way normal guys do?" I defended myself.

"I guess she'll just have to get used to the thought of settling down. that's why I want you to date her. I want you to help her straighten her life out, for her sake. Okay? Do this, and I may let you live."

Well, dang. Reid Weston was a good guy, when he drank a lot.

"I may even let you keep your Veronica, okay?"

That quickened my heart rate, fast. "I'll do it."

I grabbed my keys and started for the door.

"You know, you're gonna need a lot more than an M9 to take on the sex trafficking ring. I hear the Russkies are running it."

"Those bears like fighting hand to hand, right? What about blade to fist?"

"I like those odds."

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1:01 AM-- Abandoned Warehouse in the Bronx

"We'll start the bidding at 100 dollars for this one!"

I sat in the rafters, watching these idiots all bid for a woman who had tear-stains on her face.

These people were miserable. They had to bid for a woman who didn't have the right to speak, let alone defend herself. They were men and women who preyed on the weak.

"Please, don't do this!" The girl screamed, and then she was slapped.

That's my queue.

I jumped down from the rafters, with my hands on a katana my old dojo-master presented to me. I ran back to my home and then got ready for this fight, and I breathed softly.

"Not one woman is going home with any of you tonight." I said.

"Who is this one?"

"Ooh, he's hot,"

"I'll pay 1,000,000 dollars for him!"

A bunch of women and men started bidding for me, and I drew my sword.

"I AM NOT FOR SALE!" I dove straight for the auction man, and kicked him.

"The first one to get him has dibs!"

There was a rush of people all trying to get to me, and I felt a barrage of hits come at me. I drew my sword and slashed wildly. I think like the only major thing that happened was someone lost a finger, because by the end of it, all of them were on the ground.

"Who- who are you?"

A lone man stood on the stage with a gun pressed to the girl from earlier's head.

"I'll make you a deal! I'll trade my life for all of theirs!" I yelled.

"ANSWER ME! Who are you?" He pointed the gun at me.

"I am the Glasswalker."

All of a sudden, a hole appeared in his forehead and he fell to the ground.

One by one, the people who weren't all on the ground dropped to the ground and bled out.I turned around, and a bullet grazed my cheek.

I held my cheek, and felt the blood ooze. I looked at the girl who they were bidding on, and she shook. "Where are your friends, or the girls that were held with you?" I asked.

"T-they were this way. But, you're bleeding!"

I ripped my shirt and bandaged my face tightly with it. It hurt, not only because of the gunshot, but also because of the bruises I obtained. I followed the girl to a shipping container and told her to get to the location Congressman Weston told me about.

They ran and took all of the vehicles that the potential buyers had left. I walked back into the warehouse and found a note on all of the people, who were tied up, and the dead ones were gone out of the room.

I DIDN'T KILL YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE INNOCENT. I DON'T WANT TO KILL YOU, BUT I'VE BEEN CONTRACTED TO. DON'T LET US CROSS PATHS LIKE THIS AGAIN.

I sighed, picked up the note, and scrambled home to treat my wounds. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.