Mind the poison (closed for Sanidia)

[DeathsKnight]

Name: Greg "Mask" Anders
Age: 30
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 235 lbs
Eyes: Differs originally Green
Hair: Differs originally Brown

Call him a killer, a murdered, gun for hire, Greg was all these things and at times more. No matter the assignment, he got the job done, he had killed so many people in so many different countries that in the right circles his name was revered and others feared. Of course authorities all over the world wanted him, dead or alive, they did not mind. His success rate was 99%, the one percent is seven kills that escaped him and ended killing themselves during their escape.

It wasn't known why Greg always wore a mask, it didn't have to be a physical mask, contact lenses and different colour hair changed his looks considerably. He never had any surgical work done, he just had a face which blended easily. He never questioned a hit, if the price was right, he killed. The weirdest requests he had ever gotten was to kill a baby, of course he declined. The money wasn't enough.

That was why he had asked no questions, just accepted the money and went about his business to kill the woman, the very same woman he was looking at through the telescope of his high powered rifle.

 

[Sanidia]

Name: Emma Swanson
Age: 24
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 125 lbs
Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Brunette

Emma rubbed her neck as she opened her apartment door, closing it she made sure that all four locks were in place, stepping forward she noticed the pile of mail at the door. Sighing she picked these up and began flicking through them as she proceeded through her apartment. She had never bothered with lights as she always made sure everything was in place and nothing changed, she knew how many steps it was to any room, window and of course all the exits.
Placing the mail down, and her shoulder bag she opened the refrigerator door and squinted as the bright light pierced the darkness, looking she muttered, "God damn it!" Grabbing a beer she slammed the door closed, she had once again forgot to buy groceries.
It was the main problem with working the hours she was, firstly she never had time to herself, second she forgot the day to day things like buying new milk and bread, and thirdly the one she was always reminded of somehow or by someone was that she never got to meet new people.
Rubbing her neck once more she sat down on the sofa and flicked the lamp on next to her, lying her head back she closed her eyes for a moment, sipping her beer, she reached for her trusty note pad and began sketching inside.
It helped her forget, kept her mind calm. Firstly it had been an email she had received, thinking it was sent to the wrong person she had automatically deleted it, but then it came again the exact same one and every day for the past three months was the same, waiting for her every morning when she woke up, the same line of letters...

RUN RUN LITTLE RABBIT.

 

[DeathsKnight]

He had watched her little movements, he made the adjustments for any slight variation in flight patch when the bullet struck the window, he knew it was normal glass, he had washed it to make certain. Of course a man washing windows in this neighborhood would draw attention, but an overweight man wearing a Mr Kleen coverall, with a slight Mexican accent and the swarthy Mexican look? Nobody bothered looking and even much less remembering.

He caressed the trigger of the rifle, just as she leaned forward for her beer, the bullet smashed through the window, passed the space where her head was several miliseconds ago and blasted a little porcelain figure which sat on an end table apart. He swiveled to follow her and pulled the trigger again, the heavy reports of the two shots echoeing through the neigborhood. Another shot, this one hitting the couch she had sat on, it dug through the cushioning and grazed her upper arm, but he was out of time, he needed to go in. He dropped the rifle and ran down the fire escape of the building's he had used. Crossing the street, he drew his pistol and kicked open the ground floor door of the building which housed her apartment.

 

[Sanidia]

Emma was about to take another sip of beer when the shattering of one of her windows made her duck in horror, "What the..." she couldn't finish the sentence as another bullet hit the sofa and grazed her arm, "Fuck!" she shouted holding her arm.
She fell to the ground and began crawling to her bedroom, kicking the door closed she made sure she was below window height as she opened the closet grabbing her emergency rucksack, placing it on she peeked over her double bed checking the windows, nothing so far. Crawling to the window she slowly lifted it, pausing for a moment to check she wasn't going to be shot, she had one leg out of the window when she heard the door being kicked in.
Jumping out the rest of the window she jumped down, moaning a little as her ankles took most of the shock from the floor, looking up she was happy she had bought the ground floor apartment since the fall was only 5ft at best. Adjusting the rucksack she took one last look at the apartment and ran.
Emma didn't think she was a runner but since the little odd things had been happening she decided to take it up as a hobbie, she was glad since it was coming into use now.
She ran down the main street, cutting across the park and kept running, she was a good seven blocks away when her lungs started to burn, cutting through an alley between houses she slowed until eventually she was walking with others on the sidewalk.
The street was filled with restaurants, fast food places, bars it was a good place to sit tight for a moment and get her thoughts cleared. Walking along she noticed a small Italian restaurant, walking in she asked for a corner table facing the door, the waiter gave her an odd look but did his job non the less, sitting down she placed the rucksack beneath the table and began browsing at the menu.
Taking a few deep breaths she calmed herself, "Can i just have the spaghetti?" handing the menu back she gazed around the restaurant taking every one in.
Emma thanked the waiter as he placed a glass of water down, taking a sip she let the coolness of the water calm her some more... as she watched everyone with suspicion.

 

[DeathsKnight]

He rushed into the apartment, gun at the ready, the open window told him the story of where she was, he glanced at the open drawer, then he jumped out of the window, bending his knees to take the impact. He saw a figure running up the street, he ran again across the street, jumping onto his bike, he kickstarted it and pulled away. He saw her cut in between two houses six blocks away from him, he cruised passed, saw that she wasn't hiding in the alleyway. He drove around the block and saw her enter a restaurant, he pulled his bike into an empty parking space. A police cruiser came rushing past, he waited and then headed into the pub across the street, ordering a beer, he drank slowly as he watched the door to the restaurant. He knew she had to come out, he frowned when he thought of the fact that she could try to slip out through the back, but then again the owner of such an upclass place would not really allow that. The more he dwelt on it, the more he felt that she could be number eight, a tarnish on his record. He had a SMG on the bike, it was well-hidden and needed some quick assembly, he could walk into the restaurant and spray a hail of lead into the place...but the client had stated no collateral. He grunted and waited further.

 

[Sanidia]

Nodding her thanks for the food, Emma tucked into the meal. Taking her time she watched as customers came and left but none of them came near her or even smiled, she liked that, she was invisible. Finishing the meal she pushed the plate away from her, drinking the rest of the water she pulled some bills from her jeans pocket and placed it on the table.
Standing up she grabbed her rucksack and headed for the female bathroom. Checking each stall was empty she opened her bag and changed her clothes, new pair of black skinny jeans, a plain vest top and finally a checked red cowboy shirt, leaving it open she looked into the mirror above the sink and tied her hair into a ponytail.
Folding her clothes back into the rucksack she quickly closed it and looked at the small window, it was too small plus she didn't know the layout of this place. Cursing to herself she put the rucksack on her shoulder and casually walked back into the main area of the restaurant. Looking around she smiled at the waiter who had served her and headed out the front.
Adjusting the bag on her shoulder she looked both ways before heading east, she didn't quite know where she was heading, or if she was being followed but she guessed if she was a good few blocks away she would be able to stop longer and figure out where she could go that was safe, since she didn't have her transport as last week it had suspiciously broke down.

 

[DeathsKnight]

He smiled, got up and paid for the beer, the rucksack over the shoulder, the lilt to her head, it was her alright. He went outside and watched her, debating the idea of takingg the bike. He left the bike and followed on foot, he was sure that some where she will try to get help and that would leave her vulnerable and open for an attack. The night air was not as clean as he would have liked, but it was better than smog. He casually strolled down the road, checking out windows, at stores he seemed to take mental notes of what he could come back for. He didn't leave her out of his sight, she was moving towards less populated areas, more houses. He smiled and started walking to catch up with her.

 

[Sanidia]

Walking along Emma was enjoyed the night air as she looked through the store windows. She was about to cross the street when her cell began ringing, she had completely forgotten she had put it in her bag.
Stopping she adjusted the rucksack and answered her phone, "Hello." she smiled as the voice came down the line, "Why hello stranger, your calling at an odd time again, whats up?" she continued walking the phone to her ear, running across the street she continued on east wards.
"Ok ok tell me later, im currently trying to find somewhere." she whispered into the cell, wondering if anyone was listening.
It was only Todd from work but still, she didn't know who were her allies or enemies and she couldn't forget only an hour and half earlier she was being shot at in her own apartment. Noticing the crowd thinning she smiled, "Call you later Todd." she hung up the phone and noticing the nearest trash can she threw the cell in it.
Cells were easily replaced and she had memorized all the numbers she would need, from all the little things happening recently she had become paranoid, had started looking into how people could watch you and get information, and it was surprisingly simple, hack a phone here, check an email here it made her even more paranoid.
Taking a deep breath she turned a corner and found herself on Sycamore Avenue, the garage would be down here she smiled, running a little she headed into the garages holding mostly storage you know the usual old furniture etc but not her's she had only rented it last week, but it was already coming into use. Waving at the security guard she walked in and made her way to her garage, turning the small key she opened it and slid inside, shutting it behind her.

 

[DeathsKnight]

He watched from the shadows as she entered a storage area, why had he not known about this place? He had pulled the phone from the garbage, he was sure that a call from it would come in handy, he pulled out the sim card and battery leaving it untracable. He slid a knife from his boot and crept closer to the security guard's cubicle, unfortunately the guard was awake, he needed some way to get the guard out of his protective cubicle as he could no way sneak passed the alert man with the amount of lights around. A soft humm and crunch of tires on concrete solved his dilemma, another guard was returning, seemingly from some patrol.

Greg ran closer to the cart and kept behind it, drawing close to the cubicle, the guard inside pushed open the door, the two guards started talking about the containers. Greg slid from concealment, stabbed one guard in the neck, grabbing the other by his tie, Greg jerked him forward, slamming the knife up into the man's chest, he died with a shudder. Greg quickly knelt and slit the other guard's throat, he moved over to the door Emma had entered by and found it locked. He slid the knife back into it's sheath and pulled two metal pins from a pocket near his knee, silently he started to try and pick the lock.

 

[Sanidia]

Emma was working as quickly as she could, changing rucksacks, new boots, hand gun she doubted she would use it but never could too careful. Packing the rest of the stuff into her rucksack she heard a small scratching sound outside, stopping she stood silent for a moment, the sound didn't return but it told her to move.
Putting the rucksack on her back, she switched the light off and waited. The key was in the ignition waiting, she heard the lock open on the shutter. Keeping her hands tight and steady on the handle bars she waited.
The shutter opened slightly and that was her que to move, revving the engine she smiled before hitting the gas, the motorbike jumped forward, whoever had been holding the shutter had let go and it sprung upwards leaving it fully open.
Shooting past Emma was able to make out a tall muscle bound man. Bringing her attention back to the motorcycle she was driving she shot past the security guards who were by no surprise lying in their own blood, cursing she turned east again and sped down the road.
She had to get away quickly, she doubted she could hide away from whoever was chasing her.

 

[DeathsKnight]

The revving engine alarmed him what was inside, he barely had time to pull his pistol as she raced past, he raised the pistol and fired two shots, by sheer luck the second shot slammed into the bottom of the fuel tank. He cursed softly and slid the pistol into it's holster, then he noticed a car parked not to far away. He ran closer, it was a little hatchback, but one thing that did work out for him was the key in the ignition. He got in, gunned the engine and swung into the street with a squeal of tires, who the hell was this woman? What other tricks did she have up her sleeve? He kept checking his surroundings, he knew that if she went to the Police it would make his job easier, but something told him that she would not do that.

He followed what he thought to be the bike, drawing steadily closer as the little car gave everything it had. He started to draw close enough to make out more details, it was his prey, his luck seemed to be holding for now. Apart from the fact that she kept evading him, he at least caught up to her every time. He drew another pistol from his jacket, from his pocket he drew what seemed to be a 2 inch LCD monitor, which it was, as he slotted it to the pistol, the little car, gave a lurch. Aiming the pistol out of the window he checked that the image lined up with the number plate, pulled the trigger and a loud "pthunk" sound fired a little dart at the metal, the moment it struck and stuck the little monitor turned black with a green grid on it with a white light blinking on it.

"Gotcha."

The little car lurched again, backfired and the engine died under the hood, he pulled to the side of the road and watched as she raced away. A grim little smile on his lips as a few minutes later a car stopped next to the little car with his hood open,

"Are you alright sir?"

The little redheaded woman behind the wheel asked as he moved over,

"I am now."

He drew his pistol.

 

[Sanidia]

Driving along as fast as she could, weaving in and out of the traffic Emma checked behind her and stopped at the next red light. Standing idle she heard a slow drip drip, looking down she noticed the petrol slowly leaking out, "You've got to be kidding me!" she cursed slamming her hand down on the handle bar.
Looking either way she set off again heading north till she found a quiet alley parking the motorcycle she climbed off and checked the petrol once more, it was no use could not fix it any time soon.
"Shit Shit Shit." she muttered screaming into the night air, taking a deep breath she adjusted her rucksack and began walking away from the bike.
Sticking to the back alleys and darkened street Emma made her way further north, she had no where to go and she doubted that beast behind her would give up anytime soon.
Running a frustrated hand through her hair she smiled when she turned a corner and saw an old derelict church standing boarded up, walking over she made sure no one was looking before testing the gate, locked. Which was what she expected but it still made her smile.
Going around the side, she kept glancing from side to side before throwing her rucksack over the metal fence, jumping up she struggled to get over but finally made it to the other side. Jumping down she dusted off her jeans and grabbed the bag. Keeping to the shadows she made her way to the church, she couldn't help but grin as she noticed the side door rotten and easy to open.
Taking another deep breath she kicked the door full force, wincing as it made a loud sound as it creaked on its old hinges, squeezing through she placed the door back and made her way into the church. Everything was pitch black, dust covered all the seats and there was a stale smell to the air, guess she was the only visitor for some time. Walking to the front of the aisle she gazed up to the crying St Mary statue staring down at her, placing her bag down gently, she knelt on the dusty floor bring her hands together, closing her eyes she prayed that she would find a way out of this, anyway. Also to find out who was after her, as to her knowledge she was a good person, never doing anything evil or cruel to anyone.

 

[DeathsKnight]

He drove away, leaving the woman behind with her cellphone to call foer help, he drove as the arrow indicated where the bike would be, when he came within two city blocks of the sender a little light started blinking. He found the bike in an alleyway. He got out and found the area saturated with petrol, then he saw the hole in the tank. Well his luck wasn't too bad after all. The neigborhood was not too bad, nor good, more a mid-class type of place. He stuck his hands into his pockets and pulled out horn-rimmed glasses and a fake moustache. He quickly fitted the moustache and slipped on the glasses, he zipped open the jacket to reveal a white t-shirt underneath, then he headed out of the alleyway, leaving the stolen car behind under a lamp light.

He walked through the streets and found only an old church, according to the signs up on the fence it was marked for destruction in two days' time. He sighed and leaned against the gate, drawing a cigarette from his pants and lighting it. He didn't smoke, but it came with the disguises. He dragged deeply and let his gaze sweep over the neighborhood as he blew out the smoke. He was sure nobody saw him as he added the final touch to his make-shift appearance, messing up his hair with one hand to seem unkempt. There was lights on in every house, he would wait a few hours and if she didn't show herself he would go looking for her. He smiled and took another drag on his cigarette.

 

[Sanidia]

Sighing Emma stood up and looked around she could stay here tonight, but then again she didn't know if someone would turn up, after all weren't these places meant to have security or something, frowning she slowly pulled her rucksack back onto her back.
Walking around she gazed at the stain glass windows looking at them in awe! shaking herself she concentrated on getting out and somewhere safe. Working her way around the chapel she found out that there was only two doors, the main one which was locked and the side one she had kicked in.
Running a fustrated hand through her hair, after a moments thought she tightened the rucksack before heading back to the small door she had kicked in.
Moving it slowly she cringed as the hinges creaked once more, ducking out she looked both ways before seeing a small trail of smoke coming from the front of the building, tip toeing round she peered round the corner and saw a man standing smoking, she looked at him curiously before turning back around and began running to the back of the church.
Running past the small, rotting gravestones she muttered a small "Sorry." as she ran over a number of plots, stopping at the old wall she once again chucked her rucksack over, before taking a few steps back, running forward she jumped and dragged herself up, grunting as her muscles strained. Sitting on top of the wall she wiped her forehead before looking back at the church, seeing someone coming "shit." she whispered jumping down and muffling her cry as she sprained her ankle, 'should of checked the drop.' she thought, grabbing her rucksack she limped into the dark alley between two houses.

 

[DeathsKnight]

He heard a door open behind him, he glanced over his shoulder and found his quarry turning around to flee. He shot the cigarette away, quickly vaulted the fence and followed her, only to see her dropping from a wall in the back. He ran as fast as he could, jumping over a fallen headstone, jumping and clambering up he saw her hobbling into a dark alleyway, he knew it would be useless to try a shot. He dropped from the wall, the terrain was very uneven on the other side, but he absorbed the impact with bended knees and ran towards the alleyway, drawing his pistol as he ran.

 

[Sanidia]

Emma held her leg as the pain ran up it once more, giving up running she crouched down next to the wall, bringing her rucksack over slowly she pulled the pistol she had purchased last week, drawing it up she held it steady. She only had two shooting lessons in her life, but she wasn't going to run, not with the state her ankle was in. Holding it steady she watched into the darkness of the alley.
Emma knew he had seen her, and she doubted her would give up that easily, but neither was she.

 

[DeathsKnight]

As he entered the mouth of the alley he raised the pistol, he did not expect the gunshot, he felt a tug at his right arm and spun to the side, she had a fucking gun! The bastard never said anything about her being armed! Another shot and he felt his leg give way under him, he fell to the ground. Fuck! Without actually intending to he had voiced his frustration and rolled to his belly, firing at where the flame of the pistol shots had come from, one of his bullets smacked into something. He had no idea if he had killed her or not, he just rolled away from where he was and settled behind a pile of broken wood pallets. He inspected his leg, the bitch had shot him in the thigh, he would survive it, just as he would survive the wound to his arm.

"Are you dead yet? You're causing me some serious headaches tonight!"

If he was lucky she will answer back if she was alive.

 

[Sanidia]

Emma laughed before shouting back,

"Your getting a headache! Come on! All i was doing was having a drink after work, and the next thing i know there is a crazy muscle bound ape chasing me!!!"

She moaned as the pain ran through her leg once more, she could risk getting up and trying to run away but it would mean she would be making her ankle much worse, and she knew some how that she wouldn't be safe within a hospital. Plus she didn't know where she had hit him, well at least he was alive she thought, she didn't think she could live without a guilty conscious if he had died.

"Why you chasing me?" she asked in a weak voice.

The rain began to lightly hit her skin making a shiver run through her.

 

[DeathsKnight]

It seemed like his luck had ended for ending this quickly, her voices bounced off the walls, his mind unable to focus clearly as the shock of the gunshot wounds set in.

"It's my job. I get paid to do this."

He could hear sirens approaching, forcing himself to his feet, he emptied the clip into her general direction and hobbled around the corner of the alley. Let her explain to the Police, he had to get away. He found an old plastic bag as he moved along the street, he used it to place pressure on his wounded leg. As the rain started to grow heavier, he finally found something promosing, there was a car parked in a driveway. He pulled a knife from his pants pocket and used his elbow to break the window, leaning in, he found the disarming button for the alarm. He slid in, not minding the glass as he hotwired the car and returned the pocket knife to his pocket. He allowed the car to free down the driveway, slipped it into gear and drove away as the night behind him grew awashed with blue lights.

 

[Sanidia]

Emma was about to shout back when the bullets began again covering her head she winced as the pain from her arm and ankle made her squeal out into the night.
She took a deep breath and dared to look up, the bullets had stopped, peering down the alley way she noticed a shadow moving, hobbling away but not in her direction.
Taking a deep breath she braced herself against the wall and slowly began to stand up, cursing she bit back the pain, it was probably worse then she had thought. Her attention was drawn away from her injuries as she heard the sirens in the distance, this was all she needed.
Rolling her eyes and taking one deep breath she slowly limped down the alley way, she could feel the sweat and rain mingling on her skin, she had to get out of here.
She could hear a car speeding away, it was probably that creep she thought, looking around she smiled as she noticed a van sitting alone underneath a street lamp, running as best as she could she slammed into it cursing.
Taking the last of her strength she broke the glass and thanked the lord the alarm didn't work, opening the door she pulled herself inside and leaned back taking a number of breaths. Opening her eyes she saw the street litter with sirens, blue lights lighting up the place, she was busy hot wiring the van when she noticed the officers, holding up their firearms and beginning to search the alley way, she needed to get out of here.
"Thank you." she patted the dash board as the van rumbled to life, pulling away she thought she was going to get away when she was pulled over by an officer.
"Can i help you?" she asked sweetly putting on her best poker face, she noticed the officer looking curiously at the broken window she chuckled nervously.
"What happened here?" he pointed to the now shattered window.
"Oh this?" she smiled, "My ex decided it would be fun to put my window out." she explained. "I've put a compliant through the police and currently waiting to hear back." she smiled sweetly again, she pushed the pain away to the back of her mind.
Emma didn't think he would buy it as he stood there looking at her, but then he nodded before letting her go, sighing her relief she turned at the junction and drove away at a steady pace checking the mirrors.

 

[DeathsKnight]

He checked his back view mirror and saw headlights coming after him, it was no police vehicle, that could mean only one thing. Ripping off his glasses, mustache and peeling away the fake nose and chin, he slipped the last piece of disguise he had on him out of a jacket pocket. Soon the blonde toupee hid the brown hair he had, he stripped off the jacket, turning it inside out to turn from black to red, he slipped it back on. The modified pistol now sat in an outside pocket, he slipped it out and reloaded it, slowing down, he hugged the right lane, if the van wished to pass him, it would have to do so on the left, giving him an unobstructed, yet hidden shot at the vehicle. The lights drew closer, pulled to the left lane and cruised passed him, in the side mirror he could see that it was her. He looked straight ahead, looking around during driving was a nervous trait and would draw attention, just as the driver's window passed his own, he lifted the pistol and fired. The little dart fixed itself to the van's back panel, it would have been almost inaudible inside the van due to it's size. He smiled and swung the car into the parking lot of a petrol station with a convenience store adjacent to it, first he had to get himself fixed up and then go find her.

 

[Sanidia]

Emma couldn't stop the pain any longer she let out a painful scream as she steered the van into a motel car park. She had been driving for a good few hours and was outside the city limits, but it seemed she could no longer ignore the throbbing of her arm and the ache in her ankle. Parking the van she leaned her head on the steering wheel, "Just get to the room...just get to the room..." she muttered to herself, taking a deep breath she slowly made her way out of the van, grabbing her rucksack.
Slamming the door shut she limped her way to reception. She cringed as she saw the peeling wallpaper, the smell of damp and something else she did not want to consider. Swallowing nervously she wiped her forehead once more and smiled at the old woman behind the desk, "Hi any rooms?" she held the desk trying to support herself.
The old woman looked at her strangely before grunting. Emma wished the old woman would move faster, it seemed forever before she put the key into Emma's hand. "Thanks."
"Do go shooting up in that room!" the old woman shouted, "Do it outside."
Emma nodded before limping her way to the room, which was excellent as it was the very end room. Finally reaching the room she unlocked and slipped inside, switching the light she watched as it flickered before fully coming to life. "Would of been better off..." she spoke into the darkness as the cheap and run down room met her.
Sighing she flung her rucksack on to the bed and limped to the bathroom, she smiled at least this was clean, pulling the light she stood shocked as she noticed her appearance, the rain had made her hair a mess, sweat was all over her brow and she was covered in dirt. Shaking her head she began running a bath, sitting on the edge she took a couple of deep breaths.
Peeling her jacket off slowly she winced as the fabric scrapped the cut from the bullet grazing her, throwing it into the other room she swallowed before looking at her arm, it wasn't too bad she had thought it would of been worse from the amount of pain, but it seemed only a small cut.
Checking the bath, she stood and slowly removed the rest of her clothes. Emma had to stop herself from fainting as she peeling her jeans over her ankle, "Fuck!" she hissed throwing them on top of the rest of her clothes.
Lowering herself into the bath she closed her eyes letting her muscles relax, peeking at her ankle she noticed it was swollen but it seemed all the bones were in place, it was definitely sprained. Lying back she let herself relax, before she could start planning her next move.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Inside the car there was a Red Sox baseball cap, he discarded it, out here it would draw more attention. The rain had soaked his left side, and the muscles around the two wounds was cramping up. Bloody bitch, he's going to kill her. If not for the money, then just for shooting him. He had killed for less than that before. He purchased sugar, salt, bottled water, anti-septic salve and sterilization fluids, a set of basting needles and a small rubber hose filled the rest of his cart. It was all he needed as the car's first aid kit would have the rest, he paid for it all in cash and left the building, getting into the car, he used the exposed wires again to start the car and drove off.

Fix up the wounds, pump some saline into his system for the blood loss, then some sugar for the shock, followed that with a few hours of rest and he could finish the job, he was sure about that. He found a small motel just before the end of the city limits, it was not downtrodden, yet it wasn't ritzy as well. He got himself a room and set to work, thinking of what other disguise he could make up on the move. She didn't handle surprises well, how she had been ready to get away when he struck bothered him.

 

[Sanidia]

The bath water was becoming colder that she began shivered, wincing as she let herself out, Emma wrapped the hotel towel around her before tying up her hair in a loose bun.
Walking into the other room, she kicked her clothes to the side, whilst picking up the rucksack she sat on the bed and flicked on the old tv, the signal was weak and the news caster seemed to have developed a stutter, but Emma didn't care she watch it for a few moments before turning her attention back to her rucksack.
Emptying it on the bed she began looking through, she had one changed of clothes putting them to the side she would have to stop somewhere and grab some more but that was the least of her problems at the moment. She had a few snacks in case she got stuck somewhere, some water, toothbrush, first aid kit and her spare cell which she hadn't used yet. Emma held it in her hand debating whether to make a call or not, shaking her head she placed it at the bottom of the bag. She had bought it for emergency well desperate situations, she couldn't help but laugh at her thoughts she was in both. Moving along she repacked everything except the first aid kit.
Opening it she took a few cleansing wipes she began cleaning the wound some more on her arm, it was only a scratch but she wasn't taking any changes, bandaging it up she would have to keep an eye on it or she would end up with an infection, it would be her luck!!
Sighing she closed her rucksack and lay back on top of the bed, closing her eyes she wondered once more what the hell had she done? she honestly went back and couldn't seem to think of one thing she did wrong.
Hearing the TV still on in the background she switched it off and lay back down, she had a couple of hours at best, after all she had hit him she smiled at the thought. Closing her eyes she tried to get as much sleep as she could of course the pistol sitting comfortably underneath the pillow.

 

[DeathsKnight]

A few hours later he stole another car, using the little monitor he started tracking the van. He found it sitting just outside the city limits, he parked the car in the backa nd carefully made his way to the van,he withdrew the little dart from the metal and switched it off, a quick glance around made sure that all was safe. He got into the back of the van. It was quite cluttered and offered a lot of hiding space, which he used. Slipping the pistol from it's holster, he settled in and waited. Much later he was rewarded for his patience when he heard footsteps drawing closer, the door opened and the woman got in. He waited for her to drive out of the parking lot before he got to his feet and moved silently forward, as they hit the highway, he pushed the pistol to the side of her head and climbed over into the passenger seat. He lowered the pistol so that it would not be visible from outside, but kept it trained on her, his brown eyes looking intently at her.

"No sudden moves."