Arthur Fucking Walker could ruin me someday.

The air was so humid and hot even when it was the season of autumn, my legs pushed me as I saw her chasing me down the narrow dimly lit hallway. The weapons on her made a loud noise, my tears mixed with the sweat beading on my forehead and dripping down my face.

She was going to kill me.

Oh, I wish I tried everything. Drugs, sex, illegal racing, drinking. It wouldn't have killed me, because I know she would be the one to do so.

Arthur's steps were loud and calm, as if this was some joke and she wasn't chasing me down with a weapon and was going to kill me.

I was a fool. A fucking fool that I thought she was a good person.

"Come on little lamb, run faster. You can make it." She said, her voice cold and evil.

I could feel the blood pumping into my veins, the adrenaline rushing with it. My limbs hurt from running but I couldn't give a fuck right about now.

"Aww, look at you. You look so pretty all scared and running." I could imagine her grinning, her dark eyes cold.

A gunshot was heard behind me, my breath hitches as I flinched. My heart skipped a beat as my feet beat on the told floors.

"Don't stop on my account. I'm just testing this out." She chuckled flatly, I closed my eyes pushing my legs faster.

This has got to be some sick dream.

A sick fucking dream.

I could see the door, the large and heavy metal door that could lead to me calling for some sort of help and living. I could get to it. I could get to it. Only if she doesn't get to me first.

The loud sound of the air vents blended in with my heartbeat racing along with the sound of carts full of cocaine being pushed in the back of this stupid warehouse.

My warm and sweaty hand made contact with the handle of the damned door, just as I pulled it towards my body, the door squeaked and made a loud noise. A whoosh of ice-cold air rushed past me, calming me down for a second. But that was over just as quickly as her hand came up flat on the door and pushed it. Back. Her hand remained flat on the door as blood dripped down her arm and the door.

"Okay, fun's over." She clicked her tongue. My back was to hers as I closed my eyes and let the tears flow.

Arthur's hand came up to my hips as she grabbed it tightly, staining my skirt with her bloody hands. My whole body was trembling.

The knife.

I turned around abruptly taking out my knife and pressing it to her neck, but she was quicker as she pressed hers to my bare thigh. One of her hands was still on my hips as she pushed close to me.

I flinched at the cold metal pressed on my upper thigh. But my hand didn't falter. I pressed the knife against her neck harder. A drop of blood dripped down her neck and trailed to her collarbone. Slowly trailing down and travelling down the curve of her and inside her shirt.

"What did you see my angel?" She asked, her voice mocking as she stepped closer. I took a step back my back meeting the cold metal and her knife sliding higher.

"Nothing," I whispered, panting.

Fucking hell.

"Nothing, I saw nothing." I breathed out and she grinned.

"Shit liar baby." She shook her head kissing my temple and my collarbone. Her lips lingered for more than a second.

"Please," I whispered again, she could feel my pulse on her lips as I close my eyes.

"You sound so good begging but what do I do about my orders to kill you now?" She whispered mockingly, leaning down to place her forehead on my shoulder.

"Please let me go," I said, my heart beating so fast I'm sure she could hear it.

"Ugh, I wish. It's such a shame a pretty face and heart like yours has to go to waste." She whispered, her breath hitting my neck as goosebumps appeared on my entire body.

"Please," I whispered, pressing the knife against her neck harder and she tutts in response.

"See, if we can't be civil then I can't let you go." She said nonchalantly, this time when she raised her head to meet my eyes. They were so emotionless that I was afraid that maybe I didn't know this person at all.

"Well, then get your knife away from me first," I said, gritting my teeth to stop my voice from wavering.

"And here I thought you liked a knife between your legs." She whispered grinning, I swallowed as I could feel the blood drip down from the cut.

Art tucked her knife away and I did the same with mine. But I never dropped it. She looked at my thigh, the blood dripping down, a stark contrast to my fair skin and clicked her tongue.

"Pretty pretty girl." She whispered, her ring clad bloodied hand coming up to my thigh and grabbing it softly as she smeared the blood in the shape of a heart.

"Mhmm." She hummed, I gulped as I pulled away from her. I avoided eye contact looking at the ground. Even her fucking boots have blood on them.

"So what do we do now, Marnie?" She whispered her other hand also coming up to rest beside my head as she leaned down to meet my eyes.