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External Narrator

Riley knows it’s a dangerous game to be sneaking around with gangs and the illegal activities that this country hides, but it’s her job, and she refuses to let any innocent lives be lost. No more innocent lives should be wasted because of a loss of humanity in this world. It’s time for a change.

A snitch. A liar. A tattletale. She’s breaking omerta. Every single person who’s been in Riley’s position - including her mother - is a breaker of the oldest, most honored code amongst these activities. That’s the reason her mother died, she got close, got the information, and then reported it back to her bosses.

By getting close to the sticky web of history that follows her friend, Riley is getting the information only to turn and backstab them all in the back. She will betray Amy, Emily, Shawn; everyone she has left who she loves will hate her. Alas, it’s her job.

Riley will not break code.

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Wendy makes eye contact with Alexander and smiles a sickly sweet smile that seeps out danger in the way her lips curl at the end and reveal flashes of her white teeth. “My name is Wendy, nice to meet you.”

She knew they wouldn’t recognize her - despite the redness of her hair, Wendy overall is a forgettable figure and person. That’s why she’s the best person for the job, the best person to look over and protect her future leader. 

“How’s she looking Doc?” She tries to bring some light to the room at Alexander’s refusal to answer.

Macy Black turns around and takes a glance around the room before turning back to  Amy. “It looks like the poison is almost out, a few days or so more. However, if Amy would like, there would be a cure.”

At her words Amy lets out a groan at pain. Wendy watches from her seat against the dresser as Macy turns and touches Amy’s forehead and checks her pulse. “What’s the cure?” She questions.

The room goes quiet - more than it already was, if possible. “She must drink the pee of a perfectly healthy relative.” Macy murmurs.

Amy groans from her bed, a murmured ‘ew’ and ‘no’ being heard from her as she glances at the ceiling, not even taking in the entirety of people in the room.

“What would be required of her and I during the next few days?” Wendy asks, visibly disgusted at what the cure is.

“Well,” Macy begins. “We would need to check on her frequently, in shifts almost, and we would need to get her to drink lots of water and to eat less solids, just for the next few days so that her body has more to extract each time she would go to the bathroom or, as she’s doing now, each time she sweats it out. Eventually, when her temperature goes back to normal she’ll be able to go back to solid foods, but for right now, only fluids are what I recommend.”

Wendy ponders over this new information before nodding her head in agreement. “I’ll work on getting people on the shifts. When will I be able to leave? When can she get visitors?”

She watches as Macy walks over to her and crouches down, the motherly eyes of Macy Black bore into her and Wendy almost flinches away from the kindness they seep. She does however flinch when Macy brings the back of her hand gently onto her forehead to check her temperature. “How long have you been with her?”

Her shoulders move up and drop down. “For at least three days now. She began to look like a corpse two days ago - the day after Alexander got jumped.”

All stares in the room turn towards Alexander. His face turns red. Throughout the numerous questions asked by Shawn and Kylie after he gained consciousness, he had failed to mention that Amy was the one who jumped in and intervened in the fight. He turns to look at Wendy, refusing to be afraid of the red haired girl. “It was the Night Howlers.” 

The murmured words caused a movement in not only Amy’s body, but in Wendy’s facial expressions. “How do you know?” Her eyes narrow at Alex. 

“They left a note,” Shawn intervenes, the blatant disrespect Wendy has towards his leader not sitting well with him. “It was imprinted with the signature upturned howling wolf signal that their gang is notorious for - it’s literally in their name, Night Howler. A wolf howls in the night.”

“I know what the symbol of the Night Howlers is,” Wendy snaps with a roll of her eyes. “I want to know why they attacked and what they want from you.”

“It was a threat.” Alex answers. “They want us to stay away from their Heir. Amy.”

The anger singed in his words doesn’t go unnoticed, Alexander was still upset over the fact that Amy left out that important piece of information when they had hung out.

“You were threatened?” Wendy raises her eyebrows. “How?”

“They jumped me,” Alex deadpans while using a finger to point at his purple and blue face.

Frustration is beginning to be visible in both Wendy and Alexander’s faces, but both try to stay calm for sake of the girl who looks like a corpse lying on the bed on the side of the room. “I understand that. What did they say would happen if you didn’t stay away?” The sweet venom drips back into Wendy’s face and words.

“That there would be another war.”

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To say Alexander was annoyed would be an understatement. He was stuck with the first shift of watching over Amy. After informing Wendy of their impending doom, it was all business. Wendy called for the Black Mississippi leader and they’re scheduled for a meeting at the Midnight Stars club - on Black Knight territory. Shawn left to inform Alec of the new progression and his mother left as well, not being able to do much more for the oldest Kuether.

Alex, despite being the leader of the gang, got stuck with the first shift - also despite his protests. Wendy left with only a warning glare to him and hasn’t come back because apparently he wouldn’t be doing something worthwhile elsewhere so here he is, looking over the girl who would be the reason for them going to war. 

He watches her from the same position Wendy was in when they first arrived. Her figure is lying scrunched together, all limbs tightly clutched and shriveled together, as though her body were afraid if it were to relax, it would all fall apart. Her face is turned towards the ceiling and Alex can see the bags under her brown eyes which are opened and are staring towards the ceiling. 

“Hey,” He calls out softly. Amy doesn’t react, only continues to stare up at the ceiling. He scolds at himself for even trying to communicate with the corpse. 

Pale skin and wide eyes only facing in one direction, Alexander wonders what the hell he’s been thinking since he’s come here. It’s been true, there’s no denying it anymore, that Alexander himself is an idiot. He thinks he likes her, and yet he doesn’t treat her like someone with a crush would. It’s infuriating not only to himself, but to those around him as well. In reality, Alexander slowly realizes, there is nothing special about Amy Kuether. He was so focused on focusing on the cliche front of being a bad boy, that he hadn’t realized that he was starting to force the clicheness onto those around him. 

“I don’t like her,” Alex mutters to himself, not even caring if the body on the bed could hear him. 

It was an expectation to like her, an expectation for him to want to care. And Alexander was tired of trying to meet the expectation of others, others should meet his expectations.

This is not a love story, and Amy Kuether is no helpless nerd. (Not a love story yet, YET people, yet. Have some faith in me)

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Emily doesn’t say anything when Kylie struts through her front door, Walter right behind her. She stays silent and so do her siblings, hiding with what’s left of the youngest Kuether’s upstairs. They may not know what’s going on, but they know enough for when the front door slams open unexpectedly, to stay hidden and silent. 

Walter scans the living room interior before her eyes glance at Emily. As quickly as they landed, they moved away. Kylie however, walks straight towards Emily the minute her eyes land on her. 

“Where are Sophie and Parker?”

Two gang members - from different, rivaling gangs - were standing in her living room, asking for her best friend’s remaining family. She knew that something had happened to Amy, but she too, had been left out of the loop. When Sophie and Parker had shown up with tear streaked faces on her front door, she immediately took them in and made sure they hadn’t been followed. 

Her parents hadn’t thought much of them being here, however they had worried about Amy’s absence - both in school and around her siblings. Her best friend’s absence and lack of information was what kept her face neutral and her mouth sealed from revealing any vital information.

“They’re not here.”

“They are,” Walter finally acknowledges her. “I was the one who sent them over, Amy was the one who asked for them to be sent over.”

“Where’s Amy.” Not a question, a command. Both intruding girls raise their eyes as Emily. They hadn’t expected much resistance from her.

“She’s being, um,” Kylie hesitates, not knowing just how much Emily knows about their and Amy’s profession . . . “being taken care of.”

“I see,” Emily says, making sure to remember Amy’s words in these types of situations. Keep a neutral body language and facial features, and under no circumstances, let them know what you know. Knowledge is key - especially if the enemy doesn’t know what she knew. “Well, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

The words were contradicting as Emily in no way looked afraid to ask them to leave. Kylie’s features softened at the protectiveness Emily held towards her best friend’s family, however, Wendy Walter wasn’t having any of it. Her face hardened and Emily could tell that this girl would fight her - and win - if it came down to a physical match. Wendy was promoted to protect her future leader, and if something were to happen to Amy, the next in line would have to be the boy, Parker.

“We’re not leaving without them.”

Emily’s finger twitched. She knew that moving her fingers to the familiar rhythm pumping through her veins would be a mistake - a telltale that she had something to hide, the exact opposite of what she wanted them to know. “I see.”

Silence looped through the air as the three girls stared each other down. Emily sent a silent, telepathic message through to Jordan, urging them to escape through the windows while they still could. For them to leave before this turned ugly. 

“Where are they?” Walter asks again, her eyes narrowing and she takes a threatening step towards Emily.

“They’re not here.” Emily enunciates each word. “I haven’t seen them or Amy in days.”

“Listen, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. I was really starting to enjoy your company.” Walter answers back. Amy told her that knew, but what exactly she knew, she didn’t know.

“They. Are. Not. Here.”

“Maybe we should come back at a different time.” Kylie suggests, noting that Walter’s bad cop approach wasn’t getting them anywhere. “They might be here a little while later.”

Walter only walks closer to Emily until their faces were inches away. Emily can feel Walter’s hot breath on her face as she leans even closer, their noses almost touching. There was nothing kind on her once soft face. Now, it was filled with a promise of vengeance and a danger that should have had Emily running. All she did was put her chin up in defiance. 

“Very well,” Walter’s tone was soft and so very filled with an unspoken promise. “Then they’re not here.”

She turned around and left. Kylie stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before walking out after Walter, only looking back once to shoot a wary look at Emily.

The breath Emily let out after the front door left would be one that she would remember for the rest of her life. Her heartbeat was felt and heard within her neck and her fingers started tapping against the palm of her hand, one hand, the other hand, again that same hand and lastly, the original hand. Blood was pumping through her veins and Emily tried to control her breathing before turning towards the kitchen.

It was silent upstairs and Emily went into the kitchen to get something to drink. Another thing Amy told her - they will continue to watch you after they ‘leave’. Act normal, act as though they scared you. They did. They did scare Emily. However, normal is something she’s always been and it will continue to be a helpful asset in helping and protecting her best friend’s family. After all, she is only the best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Cool water drips from her chin as she takes large gulps of water. Far too soon is the cup empty and Emily goes to refill it once more. Again, it’s soon empty. The silence in the house eats at her and she remains in the kitchen, getting a hand of her surroundings once more, before she heads towards the staircase.

Stairs creak under the weight put on them and Emily cringes at the sound in the silent house. She’s halfway up the stairs before she feels it - the stares. She tenses but continues up the stairs, hoping that they didn’t notice the hesitation she gave when she finally noticed who it was through the corner of her eyes.

Hey guys! 👋

Shout out to Sinivint !! I hope this book hasn't been a great Wattpadian Cliche this far ;)

So, how did you guys enjoy this full External Narrator (third person) point of view chapter? Personally, I like it! Let me know though, if y'all dont like it, I can figure out an alternative 🤷‍♀️ (for the future)

It's only now that this plot will thicken and questions will be asked and maybe, I'll kill off someone. I haven't decided, however due to what I have planned, it would make sense. I dont know, I've winged it this far, what's  bit more?

Hope y'all caught my yet with Alexander's out-of-love declaration, it needed to happen, he's an idiot and even I wouldnt date him yet . . . What was I thinking two years ago? 🤦‍♀️

Anyways, this is it! The next chapter wont be action-packed, but it'll hold a lot of vital information!

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