Roza Alternate Ending

“Can I open the window?” So fixated on the interrogation, Razaa’s question made Ally jump.

She nearly slide out of her seat when the car came to a stop, she lifted her head and looked at the male. “Worn someone when you are going to break the car so damn sudden.” She shouted at him. “I could have been killed.” She rolled her eyes. She knew she really wasn’t going to die but she could get badly hurt. “Why did you stop anyways we aren’t…” She turned her head to look out the window, she cocked her head to the side. She arched her brow a little. “Now that’s something you don’t see every day.” She spoke aloud so every in the car could hear

The steps in the foyer make creeping noise and to walk down the steps to look out the peep hole is earth shattering. you think to yourself, "Is it him? Will he hear me? Does he have a gun and will he shoot me through the door if he hears me there?"

A group of three boys and two girls laughed, as they threw stones to his forehead.

I wake up to the smell of salt water as I set up in my bed and look out the window into the streets of Dunwall.

“What the hell am I going to do now?” the reality sets in as a loud pounding noise is heard advancing up the street coming his way. The spotlight passes through the streets, moving in a timely fashion up and down the road and then against the buildings probing up the walls searching for something. One spotlight is coming from a large building about a block away, north of his location. Watching the streets from the darkened and watery alley, he stays put, careful not to be discovered knowing if he is spotted, it’s over.

At first glance, Izaak is monotone. Brown hair, black eyes, and pale skin. It were as if he jumped out from a black and white television from the 50's.

I stared back at him, unmoving as my mind raced to figure out how this could be, all while a whirlwind of feelings begun spinning through me like a hurricane. When I could breathe again, I found that my breaths were weak and shallow, almost hyperventilating, and causing me to feel dizzy. My knees buckled slightly, and for a split second I thought I might pass out.

We stared like lethal predators to our next prey. This time it was young man, waiting in a bus station. It was late and dark; the street was empty, therefore it was a perfect timing. This last couple of days were a lot confusing and stressful; I kept having the same nightmare. So I decided to kill again to snap out of it. The man sat quietly concentrated on his cell phone; poor soul, he doesn’t knows that his time is up. I made a sign to Bobby Lee to step up from the dark alley we were hiding and go toward the guy. As he moved closer I instructed Hiram to intersect the guy on his left while I went to his right.

"You don't remember?" I think hard. I remember driving in the car, everything else is a blank space.

We continue to stroll to my house Jorge turns around and sees something. "look there's a shadow Jorge said'' it was a tall body shape man it was terrifying. It felt like he was following us, so we are unnerving. We started to jog at a fast pace, and we were horrified. “Let's stop and check if he is still there Jorge said.” “Look he is not there anymore is said.” We continue to jog it felt like a specter was in the back of us. We look back, and it was there we began to flee as fast as we could. We look back

Raga began thinking and thinking of who the person was as a dragon. He gave side glances to the girls, in which received giggles. He mentally groaned at their antics. Females. Raga never truly understand why female's even acted like that. Was it because they just want to receive a high up reputation? Oh, if that was so then they'd die in his clan. You have to earn the reputation, but in the human world you take what you want.

I was so preoccupied with looking around the room I didn’t notice a short, elderly man creep out from the shadows. “What are you doing here?!” he shouted, “This here is private property!”. I turned around and took a good look at the man. He wore bleached, old fashioned clothes that resembled a style from the 1960s, with thick spectacles. He looked familiar. “A corpse was found in this area this morning, I’m questioning the residents surrounding the crime scene.” I replied, “Have you ever seen this man?” I inquired, pulling out the victim’s wallet showing him the photograph of the victim. An expression flickered across the man’s face almost too quickly to catch it, but he quickly regained his composure, “I ain’t never seen ‘im.” the man said indifferently.

Talking. It was fine, I guess. Better than before. She leaned against the wall, drink in hand. Some kind of cocktail, but I could barely tell. I slowly reached for my glasses, but stopped myself. I just didn’t want to know. Why would I? She wore a black dress, I could tell. I’d seen her wear it before. I’d seen her wear a lot of things - that dress was my favorite. She always wore black on Tuesdays and red on Wednesdays. White on Thursdays. Purple on Fridays. Pink on Saturdays. Blue on Sundays. And whatever she wanted on Mondays. Always something different on a Monday. I came here whenever I could; she was here all the time. She worked here, actually. At a bar, yeah, but she was so smart. College. She went. Made it look easy. I did too. Geeky crap. Not a big deal. But she was such a big deal. Everything she did was so important, like they could write a news story just about her smile. A book about her laugh. A national news event on just the way she breathed. I’d seen her every day - off right now, no work on Tuesdays - and I’d say the same thing every time I saw her. A melancholy grumble. “Sprite.” And just like that, she’d give it to me. Her white

All the hairs on my arms stood up as the temperature soared. I stumbled backward, tripping over the bag that still laid on the floor. My eyes fluttered open as I moved to catch myself.