ESCAPE

She begged him not to go away. A single tear fell on the leather fabric of the designer couch. Falling to pieces just like her heart was busy doing. Her fierce red dress seemed even brighter when she sat in the black-and-white interior of their home.
“ I at least deserve to know where you’ll be at.”
“ Too dangerous.” That was all he said. He strapped a small gun to his upper leg. He looked down at the grey stone floor. He had to go away from her. Had to leave. If not they wouldn’t just be coming after him … also after the one person he couldn’t bare to lose. He’d never forgive himself if he caused her any harm at all. She had become his world. But his world was crashing down right in front of his eyes. He kneeled in front of her. Stroking some of her chocolate brown hair behind her right ear.
“ Honey, I have to go. Believe me, I’d stay if there was any other way to do this.”
She pushed his hand away from her face and all of a sudden had a determinded look on her face. She ran to their room, just to enter the dresser where only she ever entered. All her favourite clothes were stocked there. She threw some of her clothes into a big black sportsbag. She let her eyes slip over the clothes still left in her closet and picked out a pair of tight black pants, boots with thick high heels, a tight black blouse with ‘Killer princess’ on it in sanguine red letters wich showed quite some cleavage nonetheless and put them on. After that she pushed away most of her blouses and reached for the part part of the shelf most to the back of the closet. Two richly decorated sais appeared. She put them into the sports bag. Then she walked towards one of her shoe boxes to get three sharp little daggers out of them. Followed by the bed stand at her side of the bed. She took two guns out of the second drawer. She put two knifes and one gun into the bag. The only knife left she strapped to her upper arm with a special fabric that looked very strong but wich was lined off with red velvet. The gun wich she had left,she put on her bed. She walked towards her closet again and pulled a bulletproof vest wich seemed like it was made especially for her out of it along with her favourite black leather jacket. She put the bulletproof vest on first. Strapping herself in very tightly. Then she put on the jacket wich immediately covered up the vest and the knife. She carried the bag back into the living room where her fiancé looked mesmerised as he looked at her. She had brought along the gun she had lain on her bed and was now busy checking if it was loaded, wich it was.
“ How…” was all he could bring out. She enjoyed that. Now he was the one dumbfound. She was breaking all the rules by doing this but she couldn’t care less.
“ Later. If you are going away I am coming with you.” She grinned at him while she said that.
“ Don’t. I don’t want you to get hurt. You can’t come with me.”
“ Can’t I? Just watch me.”
She walked to the granite counter of their kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine. She pulled out the cork wine stopper and threw it towards him. He catched it swiftly. Then she walked towards the white salon table and picked up a black marker from it . She went towards him and handed it over.
“ Make a dot on the cork. Then throw it up in the air. At any moment you want. “
He didn’t understand this at all but did what she asked for. The moment he threw it up a gunshot sounded trough the room.The cork fell to the floor. She picked it up and gave it to him. On the exact place where the dot had been standing there was now a bullet-shaped-hole. She smiled and took two glasses. She put some of the wine into them. She gave him one of the glasses.
“ Don’t worry I didn’t poison it.” She said. She let some wine of her glass flow into his and the other way around to prove him that. After doing that she drank first.
“ But now I have prooved to you that I can protect myself quite well. If you won’t let me come with you I’ll be coming right after you anyways. I am also trained in sword fighting, I can handle sais and daggers, hand-to-hand combat is no problem and I have a viscious high kick.” She continued, taking his glass out of his hands and putting both of the glasses on the table. She pulled him up so he stood straight in front of her and not even inches away from her anymore.
“ You’ll get killed.” He stared at the floor.
“ Maybe.  But I won’t lose you in this pathetic way. And I am not able of spending the rest of my days thinking you’re dead or in mortal danger. You have to escape? I’ll help you. But now this is my escape too. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”