Crazy, Crazy, Secretary don't love me, I kill.

THE SWEET CHIRPING of birds could be heard. It sounded like an eagle soaring in the sky, with its majestic wings spread wide. As you looked up, you could see four of them, flying high above the scorching sun of Los Angeles.

"Hahaha!!" The voice of a woman reverberated at the top floor of a building. She was laughing maniacally, holding on to her stomach with one hand abd the other hand, holding unto a metallic oblect.

"Die! Die! Hahaha!" From the balcony, you'd sight her pointing to the air.

The fleet of birds which had this usual turnabout in the air continued doing their thing and many joined till they were numbered up to ten. That beautiful twirl and turn with squirt. A beautiful sight indeed. Tourists would do anything to see this. The smooth, gentle wind blew past. Making the blend more worthwhile.

The first was a wild shout from one of the birds, after the echoed sound of a revolver shot and then the dismantling of the peaceful assembly. The birds went into a frenzy and their wails were heard and increased. Then came another shot, hitting its second target who dropped dead on the beach and sounded close to the other. And then again, the shots continued.

This neighborhood is built close to the beach, off Hollywood. Only the extremely rich could afford homes in this area.

When the noise and shooting had stopped, the crazy figure could be seen from a distance at the top balcony pointing fingers in no specific direction. Within thirty minutes, all the birds flocking in the fleet, twirling beautifully, were dropped dead on the beach. Any normal person would have been nothing but astonished.

Somebody must have reported this to the police as within a short time they'd driven into the estate. Their siren resounding, again, and again throughout the streets until they made a halt at the designated building.

The doorbell to the condo rang twice. A lady, chubby enough but not fat with strands of hair on her round Caucasian face, which fell out from the packed bun. She was wearing a black body hug jumpsuit.

Hurriedly, she got out of the kitchen to attend to the anonymous guest. She had her mouth tightened in a twist. Having visitors was not a usual thing here.

For a second she paused to confirm if it was really their condo's bell that was being rung. Then it stopped, and she made a halt right in the middle of the sitting room. But then, it rang again.

Peeping through the door hole she could not make out who these men standing outside were.

"I'm coming" she yelled, the Korean accent in English was too strong.

"Hari! Go get the door" the voice of a lady resounded from inside the house. The owner of the voice must have been using the white man's house.

"Don't worry, I've got it."

"Uh," the lady in her mid-thirties took a step backward, astonished. She was shocked by the presence of the Los Angeles anti-crime patrol.

"The cops?" She whispered to herself, eyes widened.

"Good evening ma'am" the two American police greeted, respectfully before pushing past into the sitting room. From gathered information, they located the house where the shootings were heard and evidence of about ten dead eagles on the sand beach was enough proof. The apartment building was just in front of the sandy beach, like other buildings.

Madam Hari wasn't defensive; she let them in.

"Good evening" she greeted with a bit of shiver. They never get visitors except the floor cleaner who comes in regularly to clean up the house. And then Naila's doctor came in for a routine check-up. They never get visitors.

"Should I get you water?" She asked in the traditional way of welcoming visitors. They ignored her and kept on with their business of looking around the house. One officer had his chin raised, looking about and taking notes.

"Yeah, are you one miss Kim Kim em...?" The White officer said, trying to get the full name.

"Kim Hyun suh" the younger cop completed.

"Em..." Hari had her palms rubbing against each other nervously.

'What has Naila done again?' she thought.

"Em... I'm the one" she said, not minding the consequences.

Immediately, one of the officers grabbed her by the hands and went behind to handcuff her.

"Madam, we got a report from the neighbors that you were seen from the top of your condo shooting at the birds in the air, and, from our investigations, you killed ten eagles. I'm sure you know that's a crime here in America?"

Hari's mouth went agape. She bit her lips. She should have heard from them first why they were looking for Hyun.

"Oh! I am not the one, I swear"

"You have to remain silent, whatever you say now will be used against you in the court of law". With that, they all left the condo, heading for the station.

"Foolish woman" Hyun spat after they had gone out, the sound echoing through the toilet.

Lazily, Naila walked into the sitting room with a smirk on her face. Hari had taken the blame for her, yet again. The fifth time this month. She wouldn't get out of this one easily, not this time, she scoffed.

She had better call her Dad's Attorney here in L.A. before things get worse. He has been cleaning up her mess for years now and this time she'd like to see how he'd tackle this one. She held onto her tummy as she laughed maniacally.

"Hello," Hyun spoke up as the dial number went through.

"Can you get the phone to Attorney Woo?" She bit her lips impatiently.

"Good day sir" Hyun greeted at Attorney Woo's grin.

"My good girl, what is it this time?",

"Oh," Hyun smirked, spinning the telephone wire about her fingers as she pressed onto it with her head.

"..."

"Hehehe, so I need you to come bail Hari.

After the phone call, Attorney Woo affirmed he was in town and would handle the case the next day as it was too late. Naila rushed over to the dining room and used her hands to push everything to the floor. Hari was getting the table set for dinner, but the cops had to ruin it.

She scoffed.

Hari is Hyun's stepsister, who was flown from South Korea, Asia to America ten years ago to live with and take care of her.

The past ten years haven't been easy. It's been from one problem to another. Hyun. was first taken to England in the first year of her being abroad but was deported. The embassy claimed she was a threat to society. She had stabbed one of the other Korean kids in class with a pen at the neighborhood where she lived. She claimed the kid would not stop looking at her. Then again, her parents tried taking her out of South Korea, but this time not alone. That was how Hari, a girl ten years older than their sixteen-year-old daughter, came into the picture.