"You still think you can run away, angel? Nope, it's just you and me now. Everyone else is gone, babe. Screaming for help won't do you any good." A big man with a receding hair line and a pretty large midsection advanced toward her with a disgusting grin on his face. Even if you couldn't read minds, his would be plain as day. Sighing, she just brushed him off, trying to pass by him in order to get out of that hell hole.

The man, furious that the girl wasn't paying him any attention, grabbed her arm and spun her around to come within inches of his reeking face. "Come on, darlin'. Just give a guy a little birthday present." Surprised, she froze, forgetting who she was now, and remembering all that she had been. Shaking, she just stared at her attacker, knowing that he was about to hurt her, but not being able to do anything since her body wouldn't listen to her head.

"I wouldn't do that if I valued my life." A voice interrupted from behind him, causing warmth to spread throughout her entire being. With that warmth came strength, and just enough that she could push the man away before he did anything.

"Who are you? I'm just talking to my girlfriend, so it's none of your business," the man said bluntly, turning to glare at the young man behind him.

"Actually, it is, because she's my wife, not your girlfriend. So back off." Grumbling something about how he could never get a break around here, the older man shuffled off, wobbling off balance every other step or so. Turning toward the exit, the younger man began to make his way out.

"Hey. Since when did I agree to become your wife?" She called out, stunned he was just going to leave like that. He said something about a promise they'd made when they were little. She didn't pay attention to it. It wasn't like she was going to remember it anyway. "How'd you find me?" She asked, since he didn't leave when a slightly awkward silence enveloped us. He shrugged and sighed, turning back to face her.

"My job." Oh, his job..... Wait. His job??? She barely had any time to react when suddenly a small, sleek dagger was thrown at her head. She dodged, and jumped behind the kitchen island that was right behind her. But not before she returned the favor by throwing the knife back at him. She crouched, adrenalin rushing through her veins, enhancing her already abnormally sharp senses. Well. What another fantastic ending to another fantastic day, She thought.

They fought each other, spraying blood, seeing stars, gaining bruises and much worse. Every time it looked like one was about to win, the other slipped through and dominated. This continued until their skin color looked like one of an alien's. Finally, though unfortunate for her, he managed to straddle her in a position that she wouldn't possibly be able to get out of. Wrapping his hand around his dagger, he pressed it against . Though the touch was gentle, the blade was so sharp it still drew a thin stream of blood.

She takes a deep breath, careful not to move much, thinking that it might possibly be her last. Staring into the eyes of her enemy, her ex-best friend, she begins to recall that awful day when this all started. Well, hell, She thought. Why couldn't it have been the person in front of me?