Indefinite

seven.

It was mid morning when I finally arrived in the west coast. It had been three days since I had killed Kathleen, and I was barely holding myself together. I knew I had to pull myself together. Two more and I would be free. Two more and I would never have to do this again.

I frowned, entering the large city, unsure where to start. I glanced at the list of the few places of where he might be, and decided to go with my gut.

I cruised through down town, searching for the college my new target attends. Once I located it, I pulled a few old textbooks out from the trunk and made my way towards the buildings.

After a few moments of standing around, I spotted him walking in my direction, a few paces away. I quickly walked toward him.

"Excuse me, I just transfered, and I'm afraid I'm a little lost." I walked up to him, a frown plastered on my face.

"Where are you headed?" He asked, stopping to help me.

"I'm trying to look for the photography building, but this map is not helping." I handed the small map I had acquired on my way here.

"It is located next to the Business building." He pointed at the map, before turning and pointing to a tall building behind us. "I'm actually going that way, if you want me to show you."

"Sure." I smiled, hugging my books as we started walking that way.

"I'm Wyatt, by the way." He smiled, holding his hand out to me.

"Eden." I shook his hand.

"If you need anything else, I'm usually around." He told me when we arrived to the building.

"I'll keep that in mind." I smiled. He turned around and left and I quickly walked around the building, out of sight.

I tossed the textbooks back in my trunk, before collapsing in the driver's seat. In my rear view mirror, I could see a familiar looking sedan parked a a few isles away. Hadn't I seen a similar one on my way here?

I pushed the thought away, starting my car, and heading back down town to find a hotel. After a few minutes of driving, I noticed the same black sedan a few cars behind me.

My instincts kicked in, and I took a sharp left, speeding through a red light to make sure I wouldn't be followed. A block down, I took two lefts, coming back onto the street I was on before.

Up ahead, I could see the car turn down the street I had gone down before. I relaxed at the realization that I had lost them for now.

I cruised down the road, finding a small, unconventional motel, and pulled into the lot. I parked my car, and walked into the run-down office space.

"Can I get a single room? For three nights please." I ordered. The receptionist looked at me in shock before helping me with getting a room.

She showed me the room I was staying in, before handing me the keys and asking if I needed anything else. I told her no, before bringing my things in.

I tossed my bags on the ratty bed, which was the only thing in the small room. I smiled. I went ahead and cleaned both my pistol and my knife, before stuffing them into my purse.

Opening my suitcase, I eyed my clothes, deciding to change into a dress for tonight's events. This would mean I could have a weapon directly on me if I needed it, so I quickly strapped a small throwing knife to my upper thigh.

When I was finally happy with my new outfit, I zipped my suitcase back up, grabbed my jacket and my purse, and headed back out the door.

Checking the time, I knew it was late enough for Wyatt to be working, so I headed to the bar he worked at, located on the edge of town.

The ride was quick, and I found a parking spot rather quickly. I quickly walked through the bar, evaluating my surroundings, and finally sitting down on a stool. I set my things down, seeing Wyatt on the other side, helping a customer before I waved him over.

"What can I get you?" He asked, walking over.

"Wyatt?" I forced my voice to sound surprised.

"Eden?" His eyes widened, in recognition. "No way! Crazy seeing you here! What would you like? It's on the house."

"Surprise me." I gave him a small smile, dropping my head slightly.