Yellow horse

Stranger at dawn

Thin yellow strips of sunlight sipped through the various cracks in his rather makeshift 'house'. After all he was on the run; he had no time to waste let alone for comfort. The firing of the gunshots that had ensued the night before still vividly echoed and resonated in his ears. He tried to get up in a hurry but quickly regretted his decision with a rueful growl as he had quickly forgotten.... He had quickly forgotten that although he managed to escape last night, he didn't do so unscathed. His left leg had been the latest victim of Viktor's men who were now desperate enough to do just about anything to silence David. David attempted to get up for the second time, more cautiously this time and he just about made it.
I've been running for days now, he thought to himself, when will this end? Just as he had finished capitulating those brief thoughts, he had a loud banging on the door. This is it, I'm done for, and they've found me. The person on the door knocked again, softer this time as if not wanting to scare whatever lay inside, like a silent serpent approaching its prey. With all the strength he could master; David staggered to the door. "Who the hell are you?" asked David who was maintaining his hostility to all strangers knowing very well that Viktor's men were everywhere. For he was once one of them, something he so desperately wanted to change, but couldn't.
"Hey, man are you deaf" David said again maintaining his aggressive tone.
"No" said the other man, a tall well built specimen who was wearing a black anorak, a woolly hat and a black scarf concealed his face, well combated against the chilly winter dawns.
*
"Can you-" i couldn't finish as he interrupted me.
"This is for you" he muffled as he pulled out a glock, and i was ready to make a run for it. "Relax man, I'm giving this to you". If this weren't a serious situation i would have taken a mirror to see the baffled look on my smug face. I struggled for words "But how? Who? Wh-". Again he interrupted me, rude.
"Stop overthinking this, just get outta here before they-" he didn't have to finish the sentence for i knew exactly what he meant. From the glassy look in his dark eyes to the way, the emphasis, he said they was enough even for a child to understand. I took a deep breath, picking my words carefully, trying not to betray my scared, frantic state. "So what should i do?"
He took a hard stare at me, with those hard, black, soul searching eyes of his. For a moment, we were both locked in a deep trance, two strangers sizing each other up. Then finally he spoke "Run David" he said softly, simply as if making fun of me, mocking me.
"Yeah, i know that but, where to?" i said trying not to let my frustration get to me, or him.
"Take this" he said slipping an address into my hand, along with the glock. He began to walk away.
"Wait, i didn't get your name"
"Steven" he said as he shut the door with a thunderous thud.
*
After the rather eventful encounter with the supposed Steven, David shifted his attention to the little paper slip with a familiar address on it. He leaned in closer and dropped his mouth in awe as he read out:

165 Woodward way
Kyle ave. Evington

Memories, sweet and sour rushed through his mind. Somehow he knew exactly where this place was, for he had gone there so many times before. It was his ex-girlfriend's house......