The Wolf in the Sheepskins

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a rewrite of an old fable. Erilyn is a girl who sent on a mission posing as someone else, but ends up getting punished in the end.

Submitted: May 28, 2013

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The Wolf in the Sheepskins
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, my face didn't look like my own. My before blue eyes, that showed my fickle nature, were now a dark chocolate brown that contrasted against my blonde hair. My eyes flicked to the reflection of the doorknob in the mirror. It turned slowly. Mr. Anderson stepped inside the bathroom behind me. I looked down at his hand. He held a Manila folder in his hand. His eyes were dark blue. He had black hair with gray lines in his hair. He smiled deceptively as he looked down at the short, black dress that I had donned. 
"Ms. Charlotte Monroe! You look absolutely perfect."
He walked around me in a circle , looking me up and down from my black stilettos to the messy bun on top of my head. When he completed his circle he handed me the folder. I flipped through the contents of the folder and grabbed the party invitation that lay inside. My legend was typed in a piece of paper that Mr. Anderson slipped into my hand. 
"Your car is downstairs," he called as he exited the bathroom.
"I hope you got me a better one this time."
He stood by the door of my apartment and gave me my silver clutch and wrapped the shawl around my shoulders. Handing me the car keys, he kissed me on the cheek. I stepped out into the chilly September weather. I looked around slowly, taking in my familiar surroundings. A silver Mustang sat on the curb. I looked up at my apartment window and put two thumbs up. Walking around to the drivers' side, I looked at the piece of paper that was still pressed in my hand.
Charlotte Monroe- 21 
"Charlotte Monroe was born to Vincent and Olivia Monroe on April 21, 1991. She is a party animal, and music addict. She knows everyone, sees everything, and hears everything. Good luck Erilyn
Mr. A
I turned the key in the ignition. The car rumbled to life. I pressed the gas and rolled away into the night. I looked out of the window as I drive down the tranquil, country road. The twisting road was like a snake as it slithered through the rolling, green hills. Small, white flowers speckled the hillsides and were bright, because of the light of the full moon. In the distance, the yellow sheen if the pavilion shone through the night. As I pulled up, a bellhop came around and opened my door. I handed him my keys.
"Good evening ma'am. How are you this evening?" He asked.
"Good."
"Where would you like me to park your car?"
"Towards the exit. I won't be staying long."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm just coming to see an old friend."
He nodded.
I took a deep breath and walked towards the big, white pavilion. A group of stringed instruments played in the background. I glanced around looking for the face Mr. A had shown me on his computer. A small knife was hidden in my clutch with his name on it. I saw him through the crowd. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He had gelled his dark brown hair back. His green eyes sparkled as he saw me watching him. Jackson Flinnt was his name. We met in the middle if the pavilion. I leaned up and kissed his cheek.
"Charlotte," he said as he hugged me. I took in the smell of his cologne and sighed. 
"I missed you."
"How was your trip to Europe?" He asked, slipping his arm around me, leading me to the dance floor.
"Boring as usual. Mr. Hatfield could not get over the artwork." I answered rolling my eyes as we began to sway slowly to the music. I laid my head on Jackson's chest. I smiled to myself . He was a fool. 
"Do you want to go somewhere more secluded?" He whispered mysteriously in my ear. I nodded. He took my hand and led me through a white gate between the two stone walls behind the pavilion. The gate opened out onto the greenery if the countryside. We were alone. 
We stood facing each other. I stared into his eyes. He reached out and pushed a loose piece of hair behind my ear and leaned forward to kiss me. His lips were soft. When he closed his eyes, I stabbed the knife into his left breast. He pulled away with a shocked look on his face. He touched his wound and brought the bloodstained hand up to his face, then he fell to the ground. 
I walked back to the party. I had cleaned all signs of blood off my hands. I headed towards the bellhop that had taken my keys, but a security guard stepped in front of me. He was built like a wrestler. His security shirt was pulled tight over his chest.
"Ms. Monroe. I'm going to need you come with me."
I followed him. He took me to a room that was occupied by a single chair. He made me sit down. The door slammed with a boom as he exited. Jackson stepped out if the shadows. 
I gasped,"you're supposed to be dead!"
"Well I'm not," he opened his jacket and beneath his shirt I saw a steel lining with a stained, plastic bag taped to his chest. The bag had a punctured hole and something red dripped from it. I shifted nervously as Jackson fixed me with a steely glare as he pulled out his gun. 
"I knew you would be trouble ever since you fell out of that tree. Erilyn, you can't fool me."
My eyes widened.
The gunshot rang through the quiet night. The guards rushed into the room to find the body of the wolf in the sheepskins.

 


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