[center][color=deepskyblue][h2]Charlie Clarke[/h2][/color][/center]
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Charlie's hair was whipped back by the wind that was blowing through the rolled down window of his [url=http://www.2040-cars.com/_content/cars/images/43/106243/001.jpg]car[/url]. He smiled, his car whizzing down the highway towards Millington. He was a mixture of excited and scared to be moving to a new place, but he figured, the pros outweighed the cons, and he really didn't have much else to do back home. So, he'd gotten what money he had saved up, and packed everything he owned into two old suitcases, and driven off. He couldn't wait to see the look on Claire's face when he pulled up in front of her house.

The song that had been playing on the radio was soon finished, and replaced by the news for the day. There wasn't much to report on though. A murder farther up state, and a wealthy politician who'd recently resigned after some scandalous photos were leaked. Charlie switched the station, a bored look on his face. In the distance, he could see the small town of Millington, and flipped on his blinker to begin exiting the highway.

Charlie's car slowed down to match the speed limit as he passed a sign that read, "Welcome To Millington!" in bold white letters. [color=deepskyblue]"So this is home now I guess,"[/color] he said to himself. He'd visited the small town a few times with his parents, but he was much younger back then. Most of these sights weren't familiar in the slightest. The Fierce Five Gym, The Hummingbird Creations, a coffee shop that seemed to be a hub of activity. He stared a little closer at the shop and slammed on the brakes of his car. What the hell was going on?

In front of the coffee shop there was a parked limousine, and on the other side, a guy was aiming his gun into the open door. That wasn't what had really caught his attention. On the seat closest to the street sat a girl, and while her face was hard to see through the tinted windows, he knew her. It was his cousin, Claire. He hastily parked his car, taking up two spaces in the process, and ran over to the scene. It was at that point that he realized, he really didn't have much of a plan.

Luckily for Charlie, plans weren't much his thing, and as he made a way to the other side of the limo, to get a better view inside, his suspicions were confirmed. Claire was in the limo with some sleazeball with the word "douche" written all over his forehead. From he could gather from the man who he assumed was a cop, Claire was not there by choice. In an act of desperation, the normally calm young man, whipped out his car keys and dragged them across the back of the limo, letting out a screech as the keys dug into the seemingly nice paint job. [color=deepskyblue][i]This might have been a bad idea[/i][/color] he thought as a hush fell over the scene.