prologue

Prologue

 Slowly I raised my arm. My firearm held straight ahead of me, towards him. Adrenaline flushed through my body.

"You're not going to shoot me," he said calmly with a smile on his face.

He knew he had me. whatever I did he would know. Wherever I went he would find me. My knees started to feel weak. I lowered my arm and instantly fell on my knees. Strong arms started to wrap themselves around me. Tears started to run down my face.

"It's okay," He said tightening his arms around me even more.

"I've got you," he said whilst painting a kiss on my forehead.

"I've got you," he repeated.

A small pain started to grow in my stomach.

It grew stronger,

Deeper

To the point where it could kill me.

I started drifting in and out of consciousness, my eyes could only see black, white and grey. Then I saw red, slowly dying the fibers of my shirt.

He held a knife in his hand covered in the same red.

I looked up with shock, or was it shock? I paid attention the feeling that I had dismissed as paranoid now,

But now is too late,

Way too late.

I met his eyes. They were soft like clay, no wonder he could mold them into anything.