Clover, sat alone in a dingy and cold hunter green booth. The paint chipping to revel little bits of tarnished silver underneath. Her presence was illuminated by the harsh glow of the iridescent lights overhead. Clover, was mindlessly chewing on a greasy burger. This was the first meal, Clover, had consumed in almost six months that wasn’t eaten behind closed doors of a dimly lit hotel room. It was an odd pleasure. Clover, felt almost normal. Which was a feeling, she had deeply yearned for since the day, no second, she dashed from the home she and her boyfriend had built for themselves.
Clover, still had a hard time accepting her fate. She was a fugitive, there was no way else to explain her situation. She had killed one of America’s bravest and America was angry. Clover, was on every wanted list known to man. Luckily, she had been slick, the perks of dating an FBI agent was knowing how to avoid an FBI agent. The keys to success, never use a cellphone, never use any form of payment besides cash, never create friendships, and most importantly, never. call. home. Besides, Clover, was truly hiding from her parents more than the FBI. She didn’t want them to know who she truly was. Clover, couldn’t bare to think about them knowing that she had powers. It grossed, Clover, out to even think about her ability. So, of course, it would gross her parent’s out. She was their legacy, and a murderous legacy was better than the truth of whatever Clover actually was. Because, she was shameful.
Clover, saw a note slide into her gaze. The movement jerked her fast from the depths of her thoughts and feelings. ‘How was this happening’, she thought to herself. Notes did not move by themselves, things like that didn’t exist. But, neither did balls of fire flying from someone’s palms. So, Clover, accepted the reality and grasped the note. Curiosity, now, enveloped the girl’s mind. She started to read the note and with every line passing by the realization hit her. She had been found.
How did this happen? I had been careful – so so careful. Were the only two sentence running through her mind. But, Clover, knew the why didn’t matter now, she was presented with a choice; either she run and say fuck the lot or she stay and finally give up on the chase. She was tired, after all, she had been running for six months. Her body was warn downed and dark circles started to form under her eyes from the lack of sleep. But, was she ready to let everything come crashing down? Clover, wasn’t sure, because for the first time in her life she was being reckless. Even if she was trapped by a chase she felt almost free.
Clover, decided to make a third choice. One, where she was partly in command. She wanted to see what her possible captor was made of. If he would truly follow through with his threat of offing another. She wasn’t the type to risk another’s life but in the realm of surviving casualties happen. Clover, lifted herself from her tiny booth as she crumpled the note in the depths of her palms. The harsh plastic edges of her ruby red wig brushing against her bony shoulders. She sat herself in the booth closest to the door that gave her a clear view of the other’s back. Clover, lifted her hand with the note tight inside. Her whole body shook from the intensity of the situation and the slight breeze that swept through the air from the air conditioner. Why were diners always cold? With that thought, Clover, threw the note back at the other. The crumpled piece of paper bounced off the other’s dark head and rolled onto the floor. Clover, wasn’t sure what was about to go down but she knew she truly wasn’t ready to give up hotel hopping and hiding.
a certain coldness glossed his hues as they were fixated upon the back of clover so fiercely, anxiety over what decision was dominating the battle in her mind became more and more difficult to fight off. his message was, much like his appearance and stature, very contradictory to his more reluctant personality. kai could do nothing, only helplessly and silently hope that she abide by his threat, and make do on her part of the deal. all she had to do was sit across from him — it was that simple. truthfully, no amount of information he absorbed through interviews involving fellow fbi agents who knew her through her boyfriend, and her family, could prepare him for what course of action she ventures down when their paths ultimately crossed. when she rose before him, he could’ve sworn his breath became hitched in his throat for nothing short of a single second. unsure of whether he be on guard and brace for defense, or he relax and slide into this conversation with ease, kai’s gaze was stubborn in its straightforward direction regardless, even amidst clover passing right by the black clad male. as he gulped his nerves down, he felt the napkin abruptly bounce from the back of his head. the unsuspecting act alone pulled his attention away to shift upon his rounded shoulder instead, not entirely glancing back at her. did this mean she... accepts?, he thought, entirely puzzled as to what sort of read he should be taking away from this response.
she’s lucky there are people around, otherwise, he would bring her by force to the chair before him, whether she accepted his ‘invitation’, or not. yet, he’s pursued her for months and months, what were two tables compared to hundreds of highways and back roads? as stubborn as he was, he also wasn’t, because a majority of the time, he couldn’t afford to be. kai begrudgingly mimicked her actions and arose from his seat. as to not confuse the limited number of staff preoccupied with mundane tasks, kai reassured them, “ i’ll actually be eating with my old friend here. “ there was the ever-so faintest tease of a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips, an unlikely sight from kai himself, but there was the hint of confidence becoming strongly present within as he gloated in the triumphant victory that he’d got her pegged. clover hadn’t the slightest inkling of who she was trying to make a joke out of. “ clover fiammetta.“ her name rolled off of his tongue with such familiarity and ease, while he pulled the chair out in front of her and took his seat. “ we’re red now? is there meant to be some sort of irony behind this? “
no difference in hair color provided by a wig could make those uniquely distinguishable features unnoticeable; her eyebrows alone stood out so dominantly above everything else, just like in the photos. there was something about studying the image of a person for such an extended period of time, and then finally meeting them face to face, that created this feeling of disbelief for him. “ where should we begin? of course, you anticipate i ask about your ex-boyfriend. but let’s start with a topic that i know will get you to listen, and quit your games, as well as this chase ——— your parents. “ he could relate with familial love; hell, his own family was the sole reason behind this very meeting to begin with. “ i understand they haven’t heard from you since around the time right before you committed murder. don’t you want to know how they’re doing? what they wanted me to say to you when i would find you? what they think of the whole story we had to tell them? “ softer hazel eyes lifted from his curiously tapping finger to meet her expression, analyzing it for any sort of genuine reaction at the mention of loved ones. at first glance, he wouldn’t take her for a stone-cold killer, and especially not one who would entirely torch their longtime lover. but then again, most never took him for what he was either. looks are deceiving, and after all, she’s currently trying to deceive her own. “ it’s been too long, clover. i don’t think you understand the danger you are putting them in the longer you continue this cat and mouse game. “
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