Hacker's are dangerous (SLOW UPDATES)

chapter 3/ 4 years

I stared at the key in my hand. Narrowing my eyes at the piece of metal. Right now, I was in New York, with my bags, in front of my old apartment. I haven't been here in 4 years. Because 4 years ago, I decided to do something with my life but look where that got me.

Frickin' fleeing from the bloody Russian mob.

Maybe this was a bad idea. I thought to myself and started to walk away when I heard muffled voices in the apartment. I arched an eyebrow and slowly stalked towards the door. I decided I didn't want to break down my door so I put the key in slowly turning it intel I heard a click.

I slowly creaked the door open and narrowed my eyes at the voice. There was a guy, sitting on my coach bloody playing Call of Duty. "Ha!" he yelled. "You bloody zombie," he mumbled. The voice sounded familiar too familiar.

I examined his back more. He wore a black tee and he had a muscular built. His hair was black and it was buzzed cut.

I mentally groaned at myself for checking him out and reached for the Glock under my shirt. I grabbed it and busted through the door. "Hands up!" I yelled.

The guy literally jumped 3 feet in the air and covered his head with his hands falling to the floor. I bit back a laugh as I slowly walked towards the leather couch. The guy was covering his head with his hands and was crawled up in a ball slowly rolling let me give you a better description.

He looked like a fat cat in one of those plastic balls with the head sticking out. 

I finally let go of my lip because it was starting to get numb and laughed hysterically. I clenched my stomach as tears streamed down my face and dropped my gun. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the persons back slowly stand up and face me.

Once I saw his face, I choked on my laugh as my eyes widened.  I starting coughing while the man pointed at me and started to laugh hysterically. "Y-your e-xpression is h-hysterical!" he cocked out in between laughs.

I stopped coughing and slowly stood up straighter glaring at the man. "What the hell are you talking about Landen, the last time you were that scared was when I put a fake snake in the shower. You ran out of the shower, naked might I add, screaming like a little girl," I started to laugh. He sobered up and glared.

"I swear it looked real! That was just cruel Arden, especially since my mum was in town," he mumbled the last part and I started to laugh harder. "What are you doing in here anyway?" he asked.

I slowly looked around my apartment and saw pizza boxes, soda cans, dirty laundry, tissues and a stench that could kill a rat. I looked back at Landen and glared.

"Well at least I know where the landfill is,"

He groaned and scowled. "Let me remind you, Landen, this is my apartment!" I yelled and he winced. "What are YOU doing here," I glared.

He almost pissed as he opened his mouth open and closed but nothing came back. "Touche," he told me and rubbed his hands on his stubble.

"You haven't been here in 4 years Arden, let me remind you that," he said. "You were out on your little crusade while you let me come back from Afghanistan while not knowing where you were!"

Let me fill you up a little bit. Landen is like my brother from a different mother and father. He was my brothers best friend intel my brother died in active duty. Landen came back and he became my older brother since my parents died. 5 years ago, Landen joined active duty again in the army for a year and while I was here, I decided to leave. I never saw Landen again intel today. Even though he was born in England, his mother is American so they decided to move to America. Also, Landen is only scared of me, if he didn't recognize my voice, he would probably kick my as*. 

"Are you still in the army?" I asked quietly as my heart filled with guilt. He glared and sighed.

"No," he mumbled and looked up at me before slowly walking towards the couch.

I slowly walked towards him and sat down. He had matured a lot. He grew a stubble. His eyes weren't as bright, they were gloomy and sad. He had deep bags from sleepless nights and he looked like he hadn't taken a shower in a few years. He noticed the concern in my eyes and gave me a soft smile. "It's drill week," he told me but I knew it was a lie.

He gave me the controller to the PS 4 and I smirked. "I'm going to beat your as*," I told him with my smirk still plastered on my face.

"Keep dreaming sisterrrr," he slurred but not because he was drunk, it was because he was playful. That whole day, we just started joking and laughing, remembering old memories of my brother.

It was perfect.

Hey, guys! I finally updated the first chapter and I am so sorry it is short. I have school and they already giving us huge projects. Again I'm sorry!

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