Run Away, Run Away

[WARNING: MENTIONS OF GORE/DEATH BEYOND THIS POINT. PLEASE READ ONTO THE NEXT CHAPTER IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS CONTENT.]

The harsh boom of the gun hits her ears, the pullback of the gun pushing her hands with it. Not just one fire goes off, but two. The sound of screaming instantly halting, a thud against the wooden floor hits. Watching as the back of Melody's head is pierced with two bullet holes directly through her skull. The bullets seem to go through the skull entirely, onto the wooden floor below.

It was done, blood splattered on the modern white and gray tiles and countertops. Staining into her clothing, crimson blood droplets drizzled on her skin. Amelia sighs, pulling the gun back down to her side.

Any normal person would be mortified by the sight of blood, the glimpse of the recently deceased. Amelia stood cold, boot still pressed harshly against Melody's back. As if she was still alive, she could still feel the ridges of her shoe. Processing the sheer fact that the woman once alive and breathing, was gone by her hands.

The slow rush of her mind clicks, pulling her hands up to her vision. One wielding her gun, while the other was covered in spurts of the other's body liquid. Fresh, bright red against the leather feeling of her gloves.

Wiping her cheeks with her gloved hands, not even bothering to worry about any other sort of mess. Stepping over the body, she heads towards her guestroom. The place she had slept many nights, committed sin, even plotted her entire plan. Under the roof of the people she had been chosen to take care of.

She grabs onto her duffle bag, hoisting it onto her shoulder. Walking as she wipes off any of the blood she feels dripping down the skin of her cheeks. There was no need to clean up, there was nothing she wanted to do to stay any longer within these haunting walls.

If she stayed any longer, the remorse and guilt would kick into her system. Amelia would regret the entire display, taking the lives of two to save the one she valued the most. So with grace and speed, she opens the front door. Leaving the residence, shutting it behind her to quickly begin walking towards the busy streets of New York City. The cover of night brings her deep within the shadows, blending in with strangers from all over the world.

Shades slipped into her eyes, although the moon shone brightly above her. Anything to keep her from standing out within the crowd would be best, no matter what she had to do.

The list had become shorter as of now. Crossing off not one, but two names. One meant to be spilled across the floor, while another was helpless to witness her acts. Melody and Leo: meant to die for the sake of her father.

Flooding of the crowd made her feel more and more distant. Although merged into bodies, her own body raced against her. Nothing could have her feeling at ease, the emotions were finally setting in.

She had killed two innocent people. There was nothing but blood trailing behind her, coursing through her mind with the words of pain and suffering. Back to the past, back to the high school girl who had too much heart to give to others.

Only this time, she truly did pull the trigger for her own selfish needs. Rushing quickly back to the airport to escape what she had done, causing casualties wherever she went. Visions of blood trickling between her fingertips, the barrel of her gun lodged in her back still smoking.

Amelia was no better than the people she captured, put away. Was she doomed to the same fate, possibly worse? With everything that had happened around her, because of her: She deserved a worse fate, a jail cell to rot in would not suffice the torment she had caused so many families.

Running away, she had ruined yet another family. Melody had a mother, a father, possibly other relatives that would come looking for her. Not hearing from their precious relative, their darling daughter for days on end. A rotting corpse decayed on their dining room floor. Flies swarming the decomposed body, stinking up the entire residence from head to toe.

Screams of terror, horror would fill the rooms. Unable to understand why their loved one was killed, or who had done the deed. None of them would suspect an officer of the law, one that swore to protect innocence just like her.

She had made sure her presence was completely unknown. A simple guest leaving no traces of evidence, of DNA: A ghost that had come and gone. Amelia had taken precautions, no matter how much she had not wanted to kill either of them.

The color had rushed from her skin by the time she had scurried out of the door, even now paling completely with the rush of adrenaline in her veins. The illuminating moonlight felt as though it only spotlighted her. A trick of her frantic panicking imagination, singling her out with her greatest fears. The past had to stay in the past, she would do whatever it took to make sure Jake would never hurt another loved one again.

Charlie would live a long life, she would make sure of it. Even if she had to go down before him, no man should see his daughter lowered into a casket first. That was the part that hurt her the most, knowing he would undoubtedly be torn by her death.

She would rather be buried, than see her father dead within her arms. Just like everyone else had been.

Back to square one, she truly had never changed. All Amelia had done was cover up the fragile pieces of herself with walls of metal and steel. No one was able to get in, nor would she be able to get out. It was suffocating, blinding from all angles, keeping her shut tight in the deaths around her.

Her throat was dry, tight. Unable to breathe from her own body shutting down. Yet she continued to walk, walk as fast as she could against the moving current of the crowd. Pulling her shades from the bridge of her nose to the top of her head, her bangs being messed up in the process. Presentation didn't matter anymore, she was falling apart inside.

The guilt was sinking into every part of her mind. Amelia had done something she had sworn to never do again with sane of mind, yet here she was. The blood of two people smeared on her hands, the guilt washing over her– Drowning her senses completely in its waves.

California was only a flight away and more problems would await her. Dallas becomes distant, the warmth dying from his touch. Jake threatened the life of the only man she had throughout her entire life, using her as a pawn to domino his enemies one by one. The risk of her agents finding out the past, the truth of how she came to be the woman she is. Everything was beginning to topple on her shoulders, one by one. A heavy weight she now was bending to be able to withstand.

Lucifer had plenty of problems awaiting, and she was not in any sound mind. All the training in the world could not prepare her for the past– Finally catching up to her for the final time.