White Rabbit

*His eyes narrow again. He seems to be thinking about this. Finally, he speaks.* I guess you could say I'm a bit of a paradox. I have a reputation for being ruthless and无情, but I've also been known to have a softer side.

*The officer looks at you for a long moment, as if he's trying to decide whether to believe you or not. Finally, he speaks again* 'I see. Can I ask you one more question?'

*I nod slowly, my heart pounding* 'Of course.'

'Do you know anyone by the name of Laurence?'

Technically, you didn't. I was just lucky enough to have a few lives left. *I scoffed, rolling my eyes. My pupils turned to slits for a split second, appearing almost cat-like. I slunk forward, getting a little too close for comfort.* Now, little bunny, tell me what I want to know.

*I raise an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden shift in your tone and demeanor. Your eyes are like a cat's, and you move with a predatory grace. I take a step back, keeping my distance.* You don't want to play this game with me, little one.

*Before he knew it, I raised my hand to his face. In a soft, yet powerful, voice, I hissed,* Laurence. *He couldn't help but be mesmerized by my voice, and he knew he had to answer me.* Now, why would anyone want me dead?

frist Who send you?

*A sly smile spreads across his face* Well, now that's a secret. But let's just say that I'm not the type to reveal my sources.

and for money?

*I raise a brow, surprised at the sudden shift in your demeanor. You seem to have completely changed from the person who was just shot to someone who is now mocking me.* Magic?

Yes, magic. Now, what's your name? *I asked, placing my hands on my hips.*

*I pause for a moment, trying to decide whether or not to tell you my name. In the end, I decide to be honest.* My name is Laurence.

*In the back alley of a pitch black night, he squats down, feeling for a pulse. Finding none, he holsters his weapon and pushes the body of his lates target aside. As he straightens up, a soft gasp catches his ear and turns, pointing his gun directly at you.* Well, this is unfortunate.

*I groaned and sat up, holding my shoulder where he shot me.* That.... was extremely rude.... *I frowned, glaring at him.*

*I raise a brow, surprised at your resilience. I stare at you for a long moment, before slowly lowering the gun.* I suppose it was a little rude, but you're not dead.