Changing the Past

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You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone. Twilight ventures into enemy territory to find the boy she helped five years ago and discovers the mystifying truth behind his disappearance.

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-Chicago 1972-

For Twilight the world was a crappy place to live in. Some enjoyed living blissfully in the light, while she and others like her lived in the shadows, but everyone pushed through to survive.

“Hey, Miss, do you want some smoke?”

Twilight threw a glance at the dubious man wearing a light brown coat and smiled. Obviously, the man took it as a sign of agreement and approached her from the dark area of the street. “I’ve got plenty of supply today. I can give a discount if you’ll also recommend others to me.”

“Sure. But is it okay to buy just a few? I’m new here and just want to try.” Twilight faked another smile and reached for the wallet in her pocket, even though all she wanted was to kick the man in his balls and run from this stinking dark alley plagued by people high from things she didn’t even want to imagine.

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The man eyed Twilight with scrutinizing eyes but she had a mission, and the last thing she wanted was to have him become suspicious of her. She might not be the best actress, but she could scrape by when it was needed. She’d managed to live eighteen years of her life using what little skills she had and she wasn’t willing to fail now. She stood firmly and behaved as if she wanted to keep the whole thing hush-hush. That seemed to convince him. He fished two different things out of his pocket, one that looked like an ordinary cigarette and the other a packet containing small tablets.

The man started explaining the different effects of the drugs, but Twilight couldn’t care less which one she got, so she grabbed the smoke and paid more than was asked.
She went home, flushed it down her toilet and returned there each night for a week until she slowly got familiar with a few people. Enough so they would think she was no danger to them.

“Gardo, may I ask you a question?” she asked him after paying for the same product.

“Of course you can. What is it? A friend needs help?”

She smiled. “No, actually I was wondering if you ever wonder why I keep coming back here.”

He laughed. “Well, I did. But I figured you must be some troubled rich girl right? I’ve seen lot of them here before, but so far you’re the only one who seemed to know how to hold it together.”

“I’m not a troubled rich girl.”

His face turned serious. “You’re not going to tell me that you’re some undercover cop, are you?”

“No. Actually, I’m looking for someone.”

Gardo ruffled his short hair and tossed his smoke on the ground. “You got close to me after finding out I know a lot, did you?”

“Yes.”

“And you never use any of the stuff you bought.”

“Yes.”

Gardo grabbed the collar of her blouse and pinned her against the wall. People nearby who were awake enough to understand that something was wrong warily walked off.
“Who are you? What do you want?”

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