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She’s a strong woman to fight cancer all her life." Claire said.
    "Yes, I believe she was." I agreed to what Claire has said. We shoved off back the soil to the grave and prayed for her to live an eternal happiness in the afterlife.

Chapter 7 

    The Girl Who Killed

    Claire took the driver seat while I sat on the passenger on our way to another place. She insisted of wanting to drive, she said she wanted to go somewhere first, of where, I didn’t know. I cleaned of the pendant with mineral water that I had in my truck and wiped it off with a handkerchief. The pendant shone brightly whenever the sunlight reflected on it. The size of it was almost as big as the palm of my hand. It has button on top it. It’s probably a locket. I couldn’t pushed the button. It seemed to be stucked. Tried many times with my best effort to open it but at last I gave up. I put it back inside my belt.
    "This damn thing is as stubborn as a stonehead! It won’t budge!" I hit the door of my truck with my left hand.
    "Easy, cowboy." Claire interrupted. 
    "I am!" I answered while letting out a loud sigh.
    "No you don’t. Relax, we’ll figure it out sooner or later." She added. 
    "Where are we headed to anyway?" I asked.
    "Somewhere place I belong." A few minutes later we arrived to a place where there was a small cottage  near to a pond. There was what it may seem like a grave behind the cottage. The place was well cared, everything looks so nice and peaceful. The view sooth my boiling heart. "We’re here. Come on out." She invited me with the most lovely tone I’ve ever heard from her. I opened the back passenger door of my truck and let Prince out. He was sniffing the ground and scanning around the place. "This was where I lived." She said.
    "You lived here?" I questioned. "I like this place but isn’t it just too small for you to live in that small box?" I told her. She smiled.
    "You’ll see." We walked to the cottage but she led me to the grave behind the cottage. To my surprised, the tombstone on the grave named Jonathan Johnson. No wonder his name was not there at Raven’s Hill Graves. Claire touch the tombstone and sat near the grave’s hump on a medium size rock. She probably had moved it there from somewhere else. "I’ve never wanted to be parted from my father. I’ve always wanted to protect him even after his death." She expressed her heart felt sadness. "If he were still alive I wouldn’t be what I’ve been today. He would have cursed me for being an irresponsible daughter." Claire was breaking up. 
    "Claire it’s not your fault. There’s nothing you can do about it." I comforted her which seemed not to be working at all.
    "It is. You just don’t understand." I decided not to complicate matters by asking more questions but I am really itching to ask her another. I have to, I thought to myself.
    "Claire, when we were in the elevator at Newton Corp, you said about a man in black trench coat with hat and a black mask. Who is he?" I asked in hoping she would answer me. She was hesitating. About wanting to share the information or not.
    "He’s my master. He was the one who saved me that night and took me with him."
    "Master?"
    "I was trained from the night he took me. From many types of weapons to martial arts. I received orders from him through the years to assassinate world leaders, also I am a spy to get information for him at Newton Corp. I have my own name he gave me. He called me Fourteen."
    It was hard for me to processed the information in my brain. My sanity was completely paralyzed as if someone had stabbed a sharp electric pole into my skull.
    "Travis, I’m a killer. A secret agent. An assassin." 
    "You must be joking right? If not, back then at Newton Corp, you would have fought them off!" I said to her almost wanting to shout.
    "I wanted to see what would you do if I was in trouble. I can’t deny it you have some skills. Beside I don’t want to get my hand dirty on those foul creatures."
    "It went so