Agent With a Shotgun

One

5 years later

The sun was blaring down as the chilly wind nipped at her bare legs from underneath the dress she wore for work that evening. Amelia Mason walked to work everyday no matter how cold she got. She enjoyed the feeling of air and the wind as it hit her skin, calming down whatever nerves or feelings that she was experiencing at that moment. Most people don't like walking alone once it gets closer to sun down, but not her. She felt at peace whenever she was walking outside. It was hard for her to feel at peace doing everyday tasks, mind swimming with memories. Memories of who she used to be, of who she hurt. It was hard to shut those memories out. One never really recovers from something like that. But she's tried. She's gotten a new job, a new house, new friends, a new life. Although, she couldn't bring herself to leave the city. Something inside her held her back from fully moving on.

No matter where she looked at to start over, there was this feeling that made it nearly impossible. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe she felt too guilty for what happened that she believed she didn't deserve to move on with her life when they weren't able to. The six that had died. Because of her decision. She was the reason that they never got to go home to their families, the reason that they never got to move onto the next step in their lives. So why should she?

Not a day went by where she didn't think of the six families of the people she killed. Maybe she was punishing herself by staying in the same area all these years later, but to her, she deserved it.

Amelia pulled her coat tighter around her arms as she walked when the memories resurfaced, shaking her head, blowing out a breath as she made it to the local sports bar where she worked. It was nearing 6:30 by the time she arrived so the dinner crowd was going to be packing the place soon. She pushed the door open and made her way inside the bar.

"About time you show up." Her coworker, Celia, shouted to her as she walked in, amusement in her tone. Amelia shook her head with a smile as she pulled her coat off, hanging it over her arm as she stood on the other side of the counter in front of Celia.

"I'm perfectly on time," Amelia smirked at Celia, "it's not my fault you agreed to take over Justin's shift today when he called you sick this morning. I'm sure taking over his shift every time he asks you won't get you in his pants any faster than you want."  Celia gaped at Amelia, throwing the white rag she had in her hand towards her. Amelia caught it with a laugh before making her way behind the counter, hanging her coat up on one of the hooks on the wall for the workers to use.

"I cannot believe you just said that out loud." Celia muttered with a shake of her head, looking down at the counter with a hint of a smile playing at her lips. Amelia smiled back at her, tossing the towel back to Celia who began wiping down the counter with it.

"Look," Amelia started, coming up behind Celia and putting her hands on her shoulders, "why don't you just ask Justin on a date instead of continuing to cover for him whenever he asks you to. He obviously likes you too so why do you keep beating around the bush with it. It gets tiring to see you two be around each other yet neither of you will grow a pair and make a move."

Celia groaned and leaned her head back on Amelia's shoulder, "It's scary for me to put myself out there, Mel. I like how we are with each other as friends and I don't wanna do anything to mess that up. A relationship or one bad date would surely do it." Celia lips jutted out into a pout. Amelia pouted playfully back at her, wrapping her arms around Celias' shoulders, "I know you don't want to ruin anything, but I don't want to see you regret not making a move and being happy. Both you and Justin." Celia groaned in the back her throat, knowing Amelia was right. Amelia smiled, pressing a kiss to Celias' temple before letting her go and moving to the other end of the counter, placing a napkin in front of one of their regulars who walked in.