One drink and the crowd place was enough to make Maya Alliot need fresh air and sent her towards he nearest door. The cool air was nothing but refreshing as she stepped farther into the darkness, her hands slipping into her black leather jacket. The moment was enjoyable and would have lasted longer had she not heard the sound of foot steps coming at her, causing her to turn on her heels. Her hand reached out as the body slammed into her, her weight keeping them both in place as she pushed away enough without letting go of the womens wrist. The voice, the face..she knew all to well who was standing before her. Coming out of the shadows and well running from something or someone. Maya peered past the blonde, while at the same time her hand went to the shoulder holster that was hidden by her jacket, curious eyes found Amelias. “What have you gotten yourself into this time.”
There was a wild look in her eyes, a kind of pure sadistic joy that always seemed to linger in the blondes eyes. Amelia turned to face the men running after her, gripping the cold knives she had hidden in her boot, she threw them once they got close enough. Two sounds: the sound of the blade whizzing through the air and the sound of the bodies hitting the floor. Amelia gripped Maya’s hand and began down the street, sticking to the shadows and walking quickly, head down. “There might be more watching.” she informed quietly.
Alex stuffed his hands deep in his pockets as he kept walking towards his shoddy little apartment. Kicking rocks as he kept going, he glanced up just in time to run into a leggy blonde who had half as much manners as she did sass. “Maybe you shouldn’t be running so fast,” he commented, dusting off the nonexistent dirt on his shirt. “You’re running like you stole something, anyways. Someone’s going to know.”
Amelia tapped her foot impatiently, the hairs on the back of her neck standing as she heard the men coming closer, the distinct sound of a pistol cocking back. Her instincts kicked in and the blonde shoved the stranger aside, turning to disarm the ma behind her, and holding the weapon up, ready to shoot. She took a few steps back, turning to the tall stranger. “You don’t wanna be collateral damage I suggest you run.”
The woman ducked into an alley way, stripping off her tight jeans and shirt to reveal a dress underneath, dumping the clothes into a dumpster along with the wig on her head. She moved quickly, allowing her real blonde locks to fall and slipped her gun back on its holster. Amelia could still hear the voices of the men chasing her, she ran out the alley, crashing into a body as she did. “God, are you serious?! Watch it!”
"It’s the blonde hair, really. All of my relatives have blonde hair."
"Let me guess, you’re a Hathaway."
"Oh, you are absolutely right … I thought you were one of my relatives. My mistake."
"Guess I just have one of those looks."
"Ms. Neveu, I’m sure that I do not."
"Ma’am, my apologies, been working under the radar, almost became accustomed to my name becoming unfamiliar."
I, I will be king. And you, you will be queen.
And you, you can be mean. And I, I’ll drink all the time.
Cause we’re lovers, and that is a fact.
Yes, we’re lovers and that is that.
Though nothing will keep us together
we can still time just for one day.
We can be heroes, forever and ever.
What you say?
"Bullshit. Hypocrites. At least i always have you."
"An empty life is what you’d have without me."