Tree branches slapped her in the face. Thorns scratched her arms and legs. But still she ran. She’d long ago lost her bag and at some point she’d have to think about consequences of dropping all her worldly belongings in a trashy back alley in a town she never should’ve been in to begin with.
Her legs burned almost as badly as her chest, but she kept pushing. She’d reach the police station soon and she’d be safe.
The man was good looking. That was the first thing that had run through her mind when she stumbled on the scene in the alley. Dressed in a dark, obviously expensive suit, he didn’t strike her as dangerous until he’d drawn a very large handgun from somewhere under his jacket, pointed it at the girl kneeling in front of him, and pulled the trigger.
The image of the girl’s body falling to the pavement was burned into her retinas. She couldn’t have been more than twenty or so, probably in college and just beginning her life. The one he’d just ended without so much as a blink of an eye.
She reached the edge of the woods and saw the lights of the city. The police station was only a few blocks away. She just had to keep moving, no matter how much her body screamed at her to stop. His steps were no longer audible behind her, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t close.
Feet pounding on the pavement, breathe heaving out of her in too short bursts, she pushed herself harder, picturing the empty look in that girl’s eyes as she stared up from the pavement. Picturing herself in the girl’s place.
His labored breathing sounded behind her. His footfalls finally reaching her ears.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
With one last burst of speed, fueled by adrenaline alone, she managed to make it through the last two blocks and reached the building. She threw herself into the police station, earning several surprised stares from the officers on duty.
“I need,” she panted, “to report… a murder.”
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