You can't run forever

On the run

I look in the mirror and put my hair up so my black wig would fit. I adjust the wig so it looks even and look at the red dress that was neatly pressed on the bed. I throw it on and slip into my black heels. I apply my famous red lipstick and curl my waterproof mascara on my eyelashes. I take one more look in the mirror at the identity I chose this time. I walked out of my hotel room and headed down the street with eyes on me with every breath I took. It was nearing nightfall when I entered the club. I strolled towards the bar and ordered a martini when my victim approached me.

"Hey." He said. I turned to him with my flirtatious smile that was deadly.

"Hey." I replied. He smiled and I knew he was thinking of a pick up line.

"What's your name?" He said ordering a beer. I batted my eyelashes. Little did he know that I just loaded my gun.

"I'm Julia." I said answering his question. I knew how this was gonna play. He was gonna try to get me drunk and I was gonna play it off. He was gonna pick a classic hookup line and I was gonna say yes. That's where the real fun begins. He's being hunted by the ghost.

"I'm Mark. Are you here alone?" He asked grabbing the bartenders attention.

"Ya, I am. My boyfriend just dumped me." I said using one of my common lies. He thought I was vulnerable.

"Awe that's too bad." Mark said. I downed my martini and slid a 5 dollar bill to the bartender and started to get up and walk to the dance floor when I stopped and turned around.

"Mark, ya comin?" I yelled looking at him. He smirked and I flipped my hair as I walked away. We met up on the dance floor and he started grinding up on me. We stayed like this for a while as the music got louder. I spun around and he grabbed my waist. I bit my lip seductively. I could tell by the lust in his eyes I was driving him crazy.

"Wanna get out of here?" Mark said. I smiled and we got out of the club and made it back to his hotel room. I pushed him up to the wall. He thought he was getting lucky tonight.

"Oh so that's what you want." He said seductively. I narrowed my eyes and smiled, turning around.

"Not quite." I said throwing two knives at his wrist cuffs, hooking them onto the wall.

"Hey what the hell lady!" My victim cried out. I walked to the door and locked it.

"You went home with the wrong chick buddy." I said as I walked up to him.

"Who are you?" He asked with a fear in his eyes that gave me pleasure.

"That's for me to know and you to find out." I said unhooking my gun from my leg holster. I put my gun on the dresser and walked up to my victim. I placed my hand on his face and his breathing quickened. I could smell his fear and it gave me satisfaction. The job used to be difficult for me. All the blood on my hands, but that's why I wear gloves now.

"Ya see Mark. I know about your little deal." I said as I traced my nail across his cheek like a blade. The look of confusion he gave me irritated me.

"What are you talking about?" He asked as his lip trembled. I grabbed my hidden dagger from my heel and pushed it up against his neck. I applied just enough pressure to draw a little bit of blood. He started to hyperventilate and I stopped myself from killing him right here and now.

"Oh Mark. This was wasn't like your cheap ass poker deal, this was bigger. You came home one day and found your wife cheating on you with some guy who drives a Harley. You got mad and went to a bar to get drunk, remember?" I said walking to the table with my gun on it and switched my weapons. He still looked puzzled. I cocked the gun back and shot him in the leg as he screeched in pain.

"How do you know about that?" He growled between gritted teeth. I smiled and put my gun in my holster. I walked up to him,  grabbing his wallet from his pocket and flicked my lighter to life. His wallet illuminated in flames as it turned the old worn out leather to ash.

"What do you want from me?" The man cried out as I walked back over to the dresser and grabbed my blade as I looked over my shoulder and replied.

"I don't want anything to do with you. I'm just doing my job." I said walking back up to him and placing my hand gently on his face.

"Have fun in Merihim. Oh and tell them the ghost says hello." I said as plunged my knife deep into his abdomen. He choked on his own blood. I gave him one final smirk and twisted the knife deeper causing him to suffocate on the oxygen he thought he could trust. I grabbed all of my weapons and wiped them off as I put them in there original place. I went to the bathroom and reapplied my mascara and lipstick. I smiled in the mirror and unlocked the hotel room and walked back to my hotel room as if nothing had happened. I took off my identity to reveal my true self. I packed away all of my items and hopped into the shower. I attempted to wash away the nightmare I was, but I only scrubbed my freckled skin that was a subtle reminder of the past I have tried so hard running from. I stepped out of the steamy, guilt ridden bathroom and put on a pair of black running shorts along with a white t-shirt. I combed through my long golden blonde hair and looked in the mirror as I revealed the side I hide from everyone. I turned the lights off and I let my past wrap me up and run into the darkness.