She finds every corpse he hides. She follows every trail he leaves behind. A ribbon. A clue. A crime. She doesn't know he'll do anything to keep her alive. ----- As per my story: A plot that tugged my brain for a long time. Made it into a one-shot for a contest and then a multi-chap. If you sorta like, assassinward, meanward, ruthlessward, tattward, dark, angsty, emotional, not so girly yet girly enough to make it romantic for a girl...err...bourne indentityward-ish kinda, Wanted-ish kinda, being locked in a creepy basement with a hotward sorta feeling, suspenseful, action packed, creepy twi character, fast paced story... *breathes* ...Then you've come to the right place. Read if you like, but I'm not twisting your arm. You've been warned. Happy reading! Fanfiction.net - completed

Based on true events. He's my older sister's good friend. He is rugged, warm, and cool in his tweed pea coat. The sneakers on his feet are rubbed and worn like he'd walked through a lifetime and just got back. All he did was walk through the door every morning. He's a union organizer. He is cultured, passionate about human rights, and fascinated with structure. He knows things, but not about me. I am shredded with love.