In a dark and shadowy alley the clink of her combat boots echoed as she ran away from the prison she calls home with her fiance. Dawn was creeping up and the streets would be busy soon, she had to hurry. If she slowed her murderer would catch her and she would not get to the Opera House alive. The first rays of day shine through darkness, signaling that she had not much time. She pounded through the streets as people flowed out of their houses, starting the new day. Finally the House came into view, and a light filtered out through the smallest window in the building, the attic. She knew where she had to be, but didnt know if she could really do it. Climbing up the steps and opening the door just to be welcomed by an eerie silence and the whisper of cold. Her steps bounce off the walls as she walks up to the attic, its dusty and slightly musty, hard to breathe as the stench of rotting wood comes to meet her nose. "Hello dearie," a voice greets me. "Cut the slack Jack," she says. "I came to do this fast amd leave, so get on with it." A low whistle.from Jack startles her, she never thought this was in his cruel nature. "All right we'll get it over with, follow me."
The choices she made that night still haunt her dreams, but it was in the past, she cannot change that now, she chose the life she has now, but things change and so we must change with them. She now is trapped and must crack the glass she has surrounded herself in by what she has done and make things right. Covered in sweat she turns and walks away from the punching bag and turns her music off. Someone blocks her way and she stops short, looking up she recognizes his face instanty, even five years later you dont forget a menacing face like that... "Jack," she greets him. "What a pleasure seeing you after all this time." He laughs coldly but there is no amusment in it. "Pleasure is all mine dearie," he says. He follows her outside,"We need to talk," he whispers. She blows up and some of the anger she has been holding onto simmers out. "About what?" She yells. "I-" He starts. "Im not finished," she spits. "You left me you ran like a scared cat and the cops took me, l was in jail for three months, then you mysteriously bail me out and I dont see you until now, but at least after that i had the guts to break off with my exfiance," she rants. Finally emotion crosses his, though only for a second and his guarded expression comes back. He was handsome, really he was, shocking blue eyes and dark hair falling down to his chin.
