“Mark!” Angela screamed out, as her heart jumped into her throat. She couldn't even look down. If she took even the slightest step backwards, she was going to fall, and Mark himself might not be able to hold her up. Angela's chest fluttered like a crazy butterfly, and she felt so weak, so weak to the extent that she felt she was going to cry out loud, if he didn't pull her away. The furious wind didn't help matters, so instead Angela closed her eyes tight, and tried not to think of the numerous feet below. “How do you feel right now, Angela?” He asked, still holding her wrist, with a hand on her shoulder, not pushing her, and not pulling her. Just holding her there. “Mark, please… please. Let's… let's talk over there. Over there, away from the cliff.” She begged, sobbing with her eyes still closed. “I asked how you feel, Angela.” He insisted, giving a little push, and Angela screamed. “Scared! Damn it, I'm scared! I feel… I feel like my heart's going to burst, so please stop!” She screamed, with her eyes already wet. “That is what I want to hear, Angela. This! This is how I feel each time Charles is close to getting me! I feel so scared that the fear itself eats me up, and swallows me whole. I feel like I'm about to fall.” He said, and Angela opened her eyes slowly. She realized it had taken Mark a lot to admit that, and that it was probably so hard to stay in hiding, having to live in different locations over a short amount of time, and having to meet in uncanny places like mountains. “Mark…” She called softly, as a tear ran down her eye. Why did Charles have to make life hard for her brother? Why did he have to live like that? Why did he have to suffer, and constantly feel the horrible fear she felt moments ago? Mark pulled her away from the cliff, but she was still shaken. Her arms, and legs shook from the fear that had gotten the best of her, even though she was already plunged into sadness at her brother looking so miserable. She didn't want Mark to live in constant fear. She didn't want that for him at all. “That poison was special. I mixed something else with it, and formed a more powerful poison that would have killed him in under fifteen minutes.” He informed her, looking downwards, and she sniffed, feeling bad. “I… I actually got the poison, and he drank it, but… he was saved yet again. His maid was taken into custody. I hope she never comes out.” Angela replied in a little voice. “And here I was, thinking I'd congratulate you on being successful to show my appreciation.” “Mum… mum has another plan. It's going to work out tonight. She hired some real killers, real damn killers, and they will take Charles down tonight.” Angela said, desperately wanting to wipe the look of hopelessness off Mark's face. “Assassins?” He asked, with eyebrows raised. “Yes. They will locate him wherever he is, regardless of the people he's with, and they will murder him.” She continued, hoping to see his face light up. “I won't get my hopes up. When you tell me he's dead. Then, I'll believe it. You should leave first, Angela.” He replied, turning away, and she took in a deep breath. “After tonight, Mark, we'll see Charles no more.” She told him as he left, but he didn't turn back. “I'm leaving. See you again.” She added, and began to make her way down the mountain, looking back occasionally, but Mark didn't for once, turn and look at her. ~ When Angela got back from the mountain, the stars were already out, and twinkling. She inhaled nature's fresh air with her eyes closed, and when she opened them, she looked back at the mountain she had hiked hours ago. It was dangerous alone in the mountains at night. He definitely wasn't the one living in that little house she had seen earlier, was he? Angela brushed the thought aside. There was no way he'd live there. In the cab, Angela looked out at the lit up streets, thinking of Mark. She was so worried about him, and couldn't wait to surprise him with the news that Charles was finally dead, and gone. However, when she got home, she met her mother about to leave the house. “It's night already. Are the men on their way?” She asked, holding her mother's wrist. “Where were you? You didn't even pick my calls.” Mrs. Penny replied, and Angela immediately dipped her hand into her pocket, taking out her phone. Indeed, she had gotten missed calls, but her phone had been silenced. “I'm sorry. Why were you trying to reach me?” She asked, dipping her phone back into her pockets. “The plan has been put on hold.” Mrs. Penny told her, moving to walk past her. “Wait, what!?” Angela asked, stopping her mother. “They spotted Charles talking to the cops, and asked if they were to go on, but I asked them to hold back. We can't afford a confrontation with the cops. Tomorrow is always there. I'm just wondering what business he has with the cops. After all, his maid is already imprisoned.” Angela didn't know why she suddenly felt a pang of fear. What if Charles was asking them to re-investigate? What if they had something leading to her? Did Charles already know what she did? “You look like you've seen a ghost. Come on, go in. I've got to meet with someone.” Her mother urged, pushing her into the house, and Angela went in, looking, and feeling distraught. She hated the way her fear caught onto her heart like flames. How was she to sleep, knowing Charles met with the cops? What did he meet with them for? She went into her room, sat on her bed, and tried to take her mind off the possibility of Charles suspecting her, but she couldn't help it. Her mind kept on bringing up different horrible suggestions. Finally, after taking a shower, trying to sleep, trying to work, and seeing her mind still wasn't at rest, she decided to check things out for herself. It was quite late, but she didn't care. She went all the way to Charles' house, and rang the doorbell twice. She was about ringing it a third time, but stopped herself, not wanting to seem desperate. Her foot tapped furiously on the ground, as she waited, and when he finally came to the door, her heart sped up again. He looked at her, and a look that was always accompanied by a frustrated sigh, crossed his face. He opened the door, and she tucked her hair behind her ear. “What's it, Angela? Don't you see it's quite late?” He asked, still holding the door, and she pushed past him into the house nervously. “I… I felt a little sad about the whole poison stuff, and wanted to see you for myself. You know, know how you're doing.” She told him nervously while looking around the house. “I also… you know, your maid is no longer here, so I thought maybe I'd whip something up for you. You haven't had dinner, right?” She asked, turning around to look at him. He was leaning against the wall, with his legs crossed, and his hands in his pockets. “She… she hasn't confessed yet, has she? What did the cops say?” She asked, moistening her lips. “The cops? How do you know I met with cops tonight?” He asked, folding his arms, and she blinked hard in shock. Had she just blabbered away? “You… you met with cops tonight? I was asking about the case with your maid. The police still say she didn't confess to it?” She asked, walking nervously to one of the sofas. “It's quite late. You should leave.” “I'm trying to show my concern here, Charles. Perhaps you still hold something against me, I don't know, but I want you to know that I have nothing against you. I'm just trying to care…” “I think you should show your caring side during the brighter times of the day. If you must know, I have a lot going on for me tomorrow, and I'll need to sleep early.” He told her curtly, and she looked around, tapping her feet slowly. He didn't have a camera somewhere, did he? Because if he did, then she was screwed. No, he probably didn't. If he did, he would have checked it in the first place. Yes, he didn't, Angela concluded, but that didn't stop her from checking everywhere, and ensuring there was indeed no camera. She got up to her feet, and took in a deep breath. “Alright. Just… just be careful, Charles. There are countless bad people all around, and… they're probably jealous about countless things.” She said, staring at him to see if he had an accusing stare on his face, but he didn't. He only stared at her like she was causing him inconvenience. “Fine, I'll leave, I'll leave…” She said, smiling. “That maid of yours is really something, though.” Angela shook her head, and continued. “Wine. That was quite brilliant. Of course, no one would notice poisoned wine.” She commented, as she made for the door. However, when she passed by Charles, he stopped her. “What?” She asked, and he turned to her. “How did you know it was wine?” He asked, and a large stone dropped into Angela's tummy. She had doomed herself.