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heels of her boots click behind her with haste. she’s slipping in and out of the way of late night city goers, moving passed them on the sidewalk. she keeps checking over her shoulder. she sees no one, but she feels them. feels their presence. she’s being followed. has been for the past fifteen minutes. what was supposed to be a quick recon job, has twisted into a bigger issue for “The witch”. usually going unseen, like a ghost, she had undeniably been sloppy.
“Excuse me. pardon me. get the fuck out of the way.” she snaps as she hits the corner, now beginning to pick up speed. she finds herself sprinting through neon lit city streets. inked digits gripping her duffel bag at her side. she can hear the thudding of quickly approaching footsteps coming from behind. she makes the quick decision to turn one last corner, clashing bodies with an unsuspecting stranger. she drops her bag in the process, managing to kick it off to the side as she grips onto the stranger. She repositions them as she presses her back against the cool, brick wall, arms throwing themselves over their shoulders as she presses her petite frame to theirs. glacial orbs gaze pleadingly up at them, “Please, just go with it.”
face buries itself in the crook of their neck, body swaying side to side as she hears the footsteps stop, angered voices muttering back and forth before the footsteps begin to lead off into the opposite direction. she lingers for just a bit longer before she pulls away enough to smile up at the stranger, “Thank you. I’m pretty sure you, in better terms: just saved my life.” she pulls away to grab her bag, tossing it over her shoulder once again. “Thank you. Really.”
