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On The Run (Preface)

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By lizard21 Send DollMailSend EmailAIM
Created: 2013-06-12 11:26:38 All stories by lizard21
I had grown sick and tired of it all: the secrecy, the lies, the countless nights in cheap hotel rooms. I felt like I was just waiting to be found. The cops had been trying to track us for months, but Alex always seemed to keep them off our trail. He's the reason I'm sitting here, Alex. If he hadn't coaxed me to come with him, I would've remained the average eighteen year old girl, with exciting and new opportunities awaiting her at every turn. Why did I get in that car with him? How could I have been so stupid?

It was love, I suppose you could say, that kept me with him. After knowing someone for so long, I assumed I didn't have a way out. The way he looked at me; his piercing eyes had a way of persuading me with the simplest glance. It was something I couldn't ignore. The night he came to my window, all I needed was that flawless stare and the touch of his hand to my cheek to tell me it was best to go with him. I didn't know where or why we were going. All I knew was that we were headed somewhere, and never looking back. After packing up my things and hitting the road however, I became terrified with the thought that I had made a mistake. Alex and I had been best friends for years, but I'd never assumed that running away with him would've led to this.

He grew distant over the few weeks that quickly changed to months. He changed so much over the course of our time together, not emotionally, but physically as well. He had dyed his hair a light blonde, far different than the mousy brown I'd been so used to. His body had gotten more fit. The fabric of his clothes began to tighten around his newly formed muscles that started changing shortly after we had left. But what struck me the most out of all of the changes, had to have been his attitude. He had become so quick to anger, yet vulnerable at times too. It was all so confusing to me then. He was definitely not the same person I had known since kindergarten, and nowhere near the one I'd fallen in love with.

I heard the door slam the second I had turned off the shower in our hotel room. It was no different than any other dump we had stayed in, just an uncomfortable queen-sized bed with luke warm water and basic cable. Alex called my name just as I wrapped myself in a towel to meet him. I walked into the room to see him standing there, the traces of tears and sweat remaining on his beautiful face. I couldn't help but notice two things about him: the wad of money he held in his hand, and the stains of blood soiling his cotton shirt. He stared at me, his eyes beginning to well as I could tell they'd already done. He wiped a tear away, but I saw the twisted smile that started to form on his face.

"Are you okay?" I asked, not at all sure about the answer I would be receiving. He stared at me harder as his smirk continued to grow.

"Just...just another day at the office," he said with a simultaneous sob and chuckle. I dared to walk closer to him, still not entirely sure of what would happen.

'The job is done,' I thought to myself. 'He should be calmer now.'

Alex stared at the money in his fist that was now clenching around it, protecting it with any energy he'd had left.

"I got five hundred off of him, baby," he whispered. "He was just coming back from Vegas. Got a pretty big win." I walked over to the corner of the room and searched through our duffle bags we'd brought along. I managed to find some of Alex's clean clothes. "Looks like we'll make it through another day or two, huh?" he asked.

I walked back to him with the clean laundry and motioned for him to take off his shirt. This process was no different than any other. We had done it over a dozen times by now. Alex peeled his shirt from his body, but the blood still remained with its essence on his bare skin. He tossed his shirt to the side and took a few steps closer to me.

"You don't want to touch me, do you?" he asked, sounding ashamed of himself. I placed the clean clothes on the bed and put my hand to his face, hesitant, but determined.

"Don't you even think that," I whispered. A meek smile approached his lips as I laid a kiss on his cheek, putting some of his mind at ease. "So," I began. "Where did you leave him?" he let out a sigh and went to sit on the bed.

"I found a gorge a few miles out," he said as he slowly unlaced his shoes. " Took his car and switched the plates. Should be safe for a little while." he kicked his shoes off and stood up, his frame still towering over me. He handed me the money as he always had, trusting me with it had become a great accomplishment for him.

"You should go clean up," I said. I heard a hard swallow force down Alex's throat. He reached for my hand with his, interlocking our fingers together.

"Promise me you're not mad, Carlie-bear?" he asked. I sighed and looked at him, giving him the same answer I always had.

"You know better than that, honey," I chuckled. He gripped my hand tighter, but seemed calmer than he had been.

"That's what I like to hear," he said. "I'll be out in a few."

Alex made his way to the shower, closing the door behind him, leaving me to myself and my thoughts. How could he have done it again? It had only been two days since the last one. They had been getting closer together lately. It couldn't be just for the money anymore. We were more than okay on cash and had been for weeks. There was no reason for him to kill this quickly. And I thought we had been making progress.

I laid back on the bed, trying to get some sleep. Every time I shut my eyes, though, I could only think of the first time Alex showed me what he did, and who he really was. The man was in his forties, a little younger than my father. He had just claimed a lottery ticket at a convenience store for a couple hundred bucks. Alex and I had gone into the store together. As we approached the check out, I could feel Alex's urge coming on as he squeezed my hand. I tried to tell him that it would be okay, that he didn't need to take the risk. He looked at me, his eyes the most apologetic, saying that he couldn't help it, that he had to.

The man had parked in a dark corner of the lot with no cameras, something Alex had noticed immediately. He got into the car we'd had for that week and pulled out a baseball bat, something he'd always kept with him for protection. Before I could say anything, Alex had beaten the man unconscious. I could see the gleam of blood on the bat after just a few strikes. I force my hand to cover my mouth to assure I could muffle my scream. Alex continued to beat the man until his face was unrecognizable. It was like something had taken over inside him that wouldn't escape. After he had finished, he turned to look at me. He saw the terrified look on my face and quickly recognized what he had shown me.

I wasn't used to the world I had fallen into when I left with Alex. It was a process that, over time, I had forced myself to become immune to. I kept myself away from the killings as much as I could, as I found it easier to deal with the aftermath. Still, it wasn't only my emotions that I had to handle. Alex was the same way after every kill. The intensity of the anger and violence built up inside him would release, and then nothing would be left but the shell of a frightened little boy. After this happened, I always had to be there to comfort him, to hold his hand and assure him that it was alright, even if I didn't have the slightest clue. Above all, I knew I had to stay calm. If I didn't, the only thing keeping Alex from completely exploding would go unstable and cause even more madness to ensue.

I woke up from reliving my nightmare after the sun had already gone down. I sat up in bed to see the door the hotel room open. Alex walked in, holding something behind his back.

"You're awake," he smiled. He shut the door behind him and flipped the light switch on to see me. It was then I noticed I had been lying under the sheets and blankets, something I hadn't done myself.

"You...tucked me in?" I asked.

Of course I did," he chuckled. "You looked way too beautiful to wake up." He sat down on the bed and crawled over to me, and then laid a kiss on my cheek. "Not that you don't look just as beautiful now," he whispered. Another kiss. I smiled shyly and thanked him, but didn't do much else. He reached for my hand and held it gently. "I got something for you," he said.

He finally pulled what he had been hiding out from behind his back. It was a pink rose, nearly in full bloom. I sat up a little straighter and smiled in surprise.

"There was a garden outside.Seemed like it had your name on it." he handed it to me and smiled at my reaction. "Do you like it?" he asked.

"It's perfect," I chuckled. " I love it." Alex placed his hand behind me and leaned in to kiss my forehead.

"I'm glad," he said. "Are you ready to get back to bed?" I nodded my head as he stood up. He stripped down to his shorts and looked at me long enough to see the blushing smile on my face. "What is it?" he asked.

"Nothing," I chucked. "Sometimes I just think that seeing you take your clothes off is too nice a job to rush." Alex rolled his eyes, but I could tell he enjoyed my compliment. He turned off the light in the room and crawled into bed next to me. His arms fit perfectly around my waist as he squeezed our bodies together. I felt his lips caress my shoulder, causing my body to slightly freeze. He leaned his head on me, keeping himself as close to me as possible.

"I love you so much, Carlie-bear,"he whispered. His words couldn't help but bring a smile to my face.

"I love you too, Alex," I whispered gently into the darkness. "I love you too."

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