I looked down at her dead figure that was still laying in front of me. The persons who were watching us gasped and screamed backing away from my drastic figure.

I did this, I killed her. In front of a crowd of people that knows my identify. Shit!.
I turned and ran pass them and to the car. This is bad.
Dylan hopped in not a minute after and he speed away as soon as we got a clearing.

I stayed there in my seat not saying a word just letting out heavy breathes. And a silence rose over us.

I close my eyes and reopen them I looked over at Dylan who wasn't saying anything either his knuckles were practically turning white from gripping the steering wheel so tight. He's angry I know it.
"Dyl-
"Krystal what the fuck why'd you kill her!" Dylan shouted glaring at me before I could say anything.

I looked up at him surprise.

"Why did you kill her? He asks I thought him of all people would understand for God damn sake where both killers here and the bitch pushed it anyway.

"Because it's who I am. I'm a murder don't you see" I sighed leaning deeper in my seat. "This is what I was trained for" I looked up at him and gave a small smile. "Just like you"

He looked at me momentarily. "you really think I'm a murderer?!" He raged throwing his hands all over the place.
I looked at him confused again.
"I don't think bro I know.." I shrugged. What does he means we're trained fighters, we've killed dozen of people, of course we're murderers. What the hell were wanted felonies with billion dollar bounties on our heads.

"Well I'm not" he sighed his tone going down. "At least I didn't wanted to be...".
Yes where back to his pass..

"What'd you mean?" I urged wanting to hear more.

He sighed relaxing in his seat.

"I was kidnapped Krystal....taken away from my family at the age of 14" he breathed out hurt lingering in his eyes.
"I was taken to a place for young fighter and that's where I meet Mr. Morse.
There he trained me personally and has practically taught me everything I know about fighting.
I turned one of his best fighters over the passing years there were 3 of us actually Nicholas and Clarissa. They were just like me prisoners just doing what they were told in order to survive. I grew up beating up the wealthy and swindling the poor" his expression was killing me slowly on the inside. How can someone so devious still be alive that man deserves to be in his grave.

"How did you escape then?" I asked.

"I didn't actually..." He shrugged.

"Then how?" I quivered my eyebrow. "the blackshadows didn't let you just walk out like that, I've seen what they do to fallen recruits who wanna back out".

"They kill them, I know how it works Krystal" he groaned running a hand throw his messy hair.

"There gonna hunt you down Dylan" I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. Don't he see that he was the diversion all this time like there little tracker.

"once they find out where you are they will stop at nothing to take you down, and there already after me".

"Mom.." I whispered in a hushed tone. "There after mom!" I shrieked and Dylan looked at me confused "why?"

"Dont you see she's my weak spot they've been searching for it from years now and they know I would do anything to get her back"

"Dylan we need to get home now!"

Everything was all summing up to me now. How could I be so stupid. Letting a member of the blackshadows in my house. He was just a fucking tracker for them.

The car tires screeched when Dylan hit the brakes hard and an echoing sound filled the air.

All I saw was everything in slow motion

The car that came out of nowhere and crashed into the side of our car sending us flying to the further side of the road flipping us over in the process.

I groaned when we finally stopped I could feel my body run numb and the blood pooling from my head side I looked over at Dylan and he was unconscious. He was hurt way worst than me, my head went dizzy and clouded. Then everything went black.