The picture above is kind of what Demi looks like, minus the brown eye

Demi smirked and casted me a as if  look. I sighed, annoyed that she was challenging me. Challenging my powers. I didn't like it when someone challenged my powers. She had seen what I was capable of, so why wasn't she scared and backing away like a startled deer like many of the other kids I had frightened as a child?

"I'm not scared of you," Demi clucked, but I could tell that she was just telling herself that. There was a quiver in her voice. I smiled to myself, amazed how even though I was years younger than her, I could still frighten her.

I was getting sick of waiting. I didn't know why, but for some reason I felt powerful knowing that whatever I did as Rebel Witherspoon wouldn't count on Eve Hall's record. I sighed and stomped my feet. "You will listen to me, okay? Show me where the weapons are, now." 

I walked towards Demi and kicked her, not harshly, but hard enough that she would understand I wasn't messing around. Not one bit. Demi scoffed but led me out of the room. I held my head up high, arrogantly.

"Go on," I said when Demi stopped abruptly. She threw her hair back and kept walking. Soon, we reached their living room. Beige, leather sofas sat on top of an elegant Persian rug. In the front of the room, a table sat with a TV hung on the ceiling above it. A painting of The Virgin Mary hung on one of the walls.  The room was overall pretty cozy. It didn't from any angle look like it might have weapons under the cushions. 

Demi hesitated but I gave her a steely glare. Her green eyes widened as if she was trying to think of something. It had probably hit her that when her boy-friend woke up he would dump her for showing me this. The Eve part of me felt bad that I had ruined a relationship, but I knew deep down it was for the better cause. Or was it?

Demi looked back at me one last time before removing the painting of Mary holding Jesus. She set it down on the floor and threw herself at the wall. At first I was going to lunge to push her away from the wall when a large  piece of wall fell down to the floor. 

"It's a thin wall," Demi said, but there was still a frown on her lips. I followed her as she climbed into the secret room on the other side of the wall. What seemed like a thousand book-shelves lined the walls and cardboard boxes sat inside each shelf. I reached for one of them and pulled it out. 

Guns of all sizes laid inside and I reached out to hold one. The metal felt cold against my finger-tips and I remembered better days when Lucas, Ash, Amina, Koda and Andrée and I would head out to arrest a baddy, or otherwise a bad-guy. 

I blinked away the memories and smiled at Demi gently. "Thank you," I said, happy that my mission had went pretty smooth. Demi glared at me as if she wished I were dead. She probably did. "Oh," I reached into my pockets and handed her a couple bills. 

Her lips tugged upwards a bit. "Thank you for not..." she paused, but when she continued, she started on another thought. "I never should have started..." she stopped again as if she was at a loss of words. She sighed and began for the third time, "I met Greg at Starbucks, if you're wondering. He seemed like a nice guy. This might seem cliché, but he spilled his coffee on my shirt on accident. He was in a rush." Demi laughed softly to herself like my grandma did when she was remembering something that happened long ago. "He introduced himself, and we ran into each other every day after that at Starbucks." Demi sighed. "He charmed me, you know. But soon enough, like all guys after the first few weeks, he started to change. He told me about where he worked—The Black Market. He told me that it payed much, and together, we bought this place. I just guess I was so afraid of losing him that I did anything it would take for us to get our happily ever after." She paused again. "Which now we won't get anyway." 

I smiled, and I was surprised that she had told me so much. I was about to tell her that it was going to be okay when she continued talking. "I should have been a better person. I was  a pretty good person. I just wish I had told him that there were other ways he could make big bucks. You don't have to..." Demi looked up at me and made a sour face as if she remembered who she was talking to. She scoffed. "But you wouldn't care anyways! You just go on, ruining everyone's lives like it's your favorite thing to do!" 

I put my hands up. "That's not it," I said. "That's not what I—," Strong arms came behind me and thrusted my hands behind my back. I gasped. "I'm sorry, Demi!" And, "You don't have to do this! You don't have to be like Him! You can change this now and I... I won't turn you in!" 

Demi smirked as her minions threw a canvas bag over my head. And even though I was pretty claustrophobic, I didn't panic. Instead, I decided to stay calm. "Don't do this!" I yelled as loud as I could. "You can change thi—"