Crime Partner and other stories

Crime Partner

Despite my sadness, I look up from the park bench and watch a train speed into the tunnel. A passenger in the last compartment waves and I gasp. It can't be, it just can't be! I stare at the train as it disappears in the tunnel, filled with a feeling of horror and amazement. How can someone defy the rules of nature?

Am I hallucinating? Or dreaming? I ask myself and then slap myself to be sure. No I am surely not dreaming. The train must be reaching the station. Just to be surer of myself I hail a taxi and go to the station. As I reach there a crowd of people come out but no; no sign of her. Sighing I turn away to leave; surely I was hallucinating.

Just when I am about to take a step I hear my name calling. I turn and face her, her green eyes made me remember the time I had last seen her. Bad memories I wish I could erase flooded my brain  but how could that moment leave me. Two years and I'm still imprisoned by it. The world around us pauses as she comes near me and casually says "Hey partner!"

"You-you are supposed to be de-dead!" I reply dumbfounded. "Wha...what-"

"Whoa whoa, calm down! I'm not dead," she replies with a glint of mischief in her eye and a wicked smile plastered on her face, which I once adored so much.

"Bu-but...how?" I manage to utter these three words.

"I...escaped when you were fending off the cops. I was trapped in the little room, remember, while you ran off leaving me behind..." seeing my baffled look she continues;"No, I faked my own death and with the help of a kind murderer I escaped this city."

"Aren't you angry?" I ask her while trying to tame my fear;"that I left you? That I couldn't save you?"

"Me, angry? No, no, no, I shouldn't be the angry one! You should be angry after all I knew that you couldn't escape and I still left you... all those years you spent in jail so..." she looked at me with a trace of fear in her eyes, "...are you angry?"

"Can I ever be angry at you?" I ask her answering her question in the process, my fear now dissolved in joy. "I just want you alive and by my side... partner!"

"Always"

The sound of police cars wailing fills the air and we both smile at each other. Someone must have alarmed the police that the long lost outlaw, Katelyn, has returned alive and whole.

"Just like the old times?" she asks.

"Do the honors" I reply as she throws her knife towards the crowd, so brilliantly that it manages to hit not one person yet pave a way for us.

And so our tradition continues; stealing anything in our sight as we are on the run from the law. We are inseparable and can never learn anything good, ever.