No Country For Young Women

2- Fight Or Flight

"I should get going."

His words were abrupt. The room had been silent for an hour after Kennedy got done taking care of Chigurh's wounds. Instantly the small woman turned around, rapidly shaking her head.

"Look. I know you're on the run. It's obvious, but you need to lie low for awhile. And I have a little shack up a ways. You can stay there if you like, but if you leave now, I guarantee you're going to re-break something and get caught."

Anton seemed interested.

"And how do I know if I can trust you?"

Kennedy was certain of her answer.

"If I betray you, I give you full permission to kill me." It was unexpected to say the least. The man's eyes widened a tad. "Give me your word." He was direct and strong . Everything he said was meant. There were no games... Anton is the real deal.

Raising one hand and placing the other on her chest, Kennedy swore. And she was one to keep her word.

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Days passed and the news was going batshit. Kennedy discovered that her house guest was a murderer, and she knew that her home wasn't safe for either of them now. Anton sat in his own room on the edge of the bed. He silently stared at the wall, eyes half closed and mind lost in thought.

Several knocks on his closed door caught the killers attention. Lifting his dark eyes from the closet towards the slim, brunette figure standing in his doorway.

"Anton it's not safe here anymore. I'm taking you to the safe house tonight.  It's secluded but there's an old abandoned town close, so if anyone comes looking-"

"I know. What about food?"

Kennedy smirked.

"Randomized night-time drop offs. I've got it covered."

Anton licked his dry lips in hopes of soothing them. Directing full attention to his potential victim, he let his curiosity get the best of him.

"Why are you doing this?"

In all honesty she didn't know.. Maybe to prove herself. Or she could possibly be attempting to redeem herself.She simply shrugged before turning and shutting her guest's door, leaving him alone to really think. There was some kind of nature in her that he'd never seen before. She was cryptic at times and straightforward in others. She was fearless and brave but she was also cautious and patient. 

There was a truth in her that he saw in himself, and he found her to be bearable, yet fascinating. 

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It was late. One in the morning. Anton was in the back, head down, hair covering his face. Kennedy was driving, full focus and totally silent. It was an eerie, and dangerous lack of sound. Both were tense, on edge and tired. Thankfully the drive wasn't too long. It was a 15 minute drive while using the shortcut. The shortcut to the place that only a failed nurse knew of.

Finally she broke the silence.

"My dad used to be in the military... then a cop. He's retired now."

"What's your point?" Chigurh cut in.

"I've got two working walkies from 'im. If you need me or you are running low on supplies it'll come in handy."

Anton gave a small nod as the pair reached their destination. Exiting the car, Kennedy let out Anton before grabbing several duffel bags filled with supplies and weapons. In about six long strides, she reached the locked shack door. Unlocking it with a set of keys, she pushed the door opened and sex the bags down next to the military cot strung out across the back of the small space.

"You never answered me when I asked before."

His words seemed to be curious but at the same time emotionless. Kennedy looked over her shoulder in confusion.

"Asked what?"

He cleared his throat and took a few steps closer to the door, reaching it in only several strides.

"Why are you doing this?"

Kennedy stared at her feet.

"Remember when I told you about that pregnant woman?" It didn't take him more than a second to remember.

"Yes."

And suddenly the smaller figure looked up. He'd never got such a good look before. The car's bright headlights lit up her facial features, revealing wide hazel eyes, full of kindness. A thin button nose sat elegantly above her plump, pale lips. Pale brown hair hung over part of her face, almost making her look mysterious.

"I couldn't make that mistake again. So I didn't freeze up. I did my job. "

It struck him hard in all honesty. No one had ever done this for him, and she didn't just do this to be nice, but for herself. And Anton understood that better than anyone else. He watched her leave, examining her every movement. 

She was different, and maybe even a little bit like him.