When they had gotten far enough from the bank, The man dropped his girlfriend’s hand and looked at her with a huge smile, showing off the bag that had all the money. “Look what we just did!” She stared at him with big eyes, on the verge of hyperventilating. She couldn’t muster words to describe what had just happened. All she could truly see was the people hitting the ground, one after another. And the look of the little girl when she looked to River for some sort of comfort after her grandfather had just been murdered in front of them all. “River, baby. Why aren’t you saying anything? You don’t look so good.” She just looked around, panicky. Trying to stabilize herself by finding anything familiar. “Just act natural.” “Just act natural, Timothy?” River screamed, pushing the sharp-dressed boy back. She had had enough, every little thing he had done registering in her mind, her ability to speak finally returned. He stumbled back, but more out of the shock of her acting out, rather than the actual actions being enough to deter him. “Natural?! You just killed that man! His fucking grandaughter watched him die! Timothy, it’s not natural anymore! Please, for the love of God, stop with this stuff! I am not a killing machine, and neither are you!” He just stood there, staring at her. What was there to say? She didn’t understand him any longer, everything he had done was to benefit her. Her screaming match showed that she no longer loved him, but that did not once change his own feelings. With the sound of sirens starting up in the background, he could just clasp his hands and look on. “Why are you staring at me like that, Timothy? Please don’t do this, please. If you just turn yourself-” “I am leaving. I told you I had everything planned out. I do not want you to take the fall for this-” he was forced to quit talking when she lashed out and pushed him again, screaming incomprehensible words. He resulted to the only thing he truly understood, violence. Grabbing her wrists and slamming her on the ground. It broke his heart, but the sirens were getting closer and he was not going to deal with prison time. “I’m sorry for doing this to you, please do not be mad at me. I’ve done this for us, baby, us!” he bent down to be on her level, letting go of her wrist and grabbing fistfuls of her hair. “I’m not going down, though. No after everything. I am begging you to come with me, please! A whole new life, you won’t have to worry about anything!” He pulled her closer, kissing her lips as she sat on the ground. When he pulled back, in his intention of wiping her tears, he smeared blood all over her face. He didn’t change his expression, out of fear of upsetting her more. He pulled back, offering her his hand. “Please baby.” Next, she found herself in the passenger seat of some car he had attributed to his plan. Driving sixty down a little thirty-five road. “You’ve got blood all over your clothes baby, you need to change. There’s clothes in the back, be quick. We are almost there.” He looked over to her smiling, laying his hand atop her lap. She met his eyes, mustered up the best smile she could think of, and crawled her way to the backseat. She felt the urge to intact a plan as she slipped between the two seats. She couldn’t let him know she was thinking, he was watching her like a hawk from the front seat. She played things cool, changing her clothes, but feeling around for anything that could be of help to her. Every time she looked up, she caught him in the mirror, looking back and smiling at her. Finally, she found what she needed. Up underneath his seat, she could only hope it was loaded. With the gun in her hand, she jolted to the front and aimed it right at his heart. His hands on the wheel, he couldn’t do anything about the loaded gun to his left. “River, please. Don’t do this to me.” She was hysterical, tears falling at rapid motions down her face. Both hands on the trigger, shaking so hard she felt if she shot she would hit herself. “Timothy, I loved you. You didn’t need money for me to want to be with you forever. I just wanted you to get help, so I could love you forever. And now look at us, forever isn’t going to exist for either of us.” “River-” “Shut up, Timothy!” He had started crying too. The straightaway started feeling curvy, the way he shook trying to keep his eyes on the road and avoid his certain death. “I can fix this all, if you please put it down. River, please. You have got to understand.” She wasn’t going to back down. His body count was up to six. She didn’t care about the promises he made, the fixings and lights he could show. She was not going to allow him to get away with any of it. She would turn herself in as an accomplice, right after she called the cops to tell them where his dead body lay, covered in blood. “I can not believe you did this, Timothy. I would have never trusted you for one second if I knew you were capable of this.” She moved the gun, aiming up to his head and getting even closer. Her hands were trembling terribly, white knuckles and an even paler face. “I can forgive you for this if you just put it down, baby. I have a whole new life planned for us, nothing is going to hurt us.” “Shut the fuck up, Timothy!” With one sudden motion, the trigger was pulled. There was a gasping for air, a heartbeat beating louder than the gunshot itself. One had to sit there for a minute before they could finally feel the alone come about the car. With some heavy maneuvering, the car was able to roll to a stop in the parking lot of some abandoned factory, right out of view of the airport. The gun never dropped, their knuckles gripping it just got whiter and whiter. There was a new silence in the car. Two heartbeats were heard. Though one should not have been beating any longer. The car key was turned and pulled off, the rattling and shaking ceased to exist. He wiped the blood from his face with a napkin that had managed to escape any of the bloodshed. He stepped out to view the love of his life, slumped over the passenger’s seat. The gun he had used to take her life, still hot in his hand. “River, we could have made it. We could have had it all. I won’t be able to forget you, my love. Forever and always.” He pressed the lock on the door, slamming it shut. His jacket was covered in her blood, but he simply dropped it and was able to make his escape. Before too out of sight, he turned back one last time to view the collapsed body of which belonged once to someone so important. And now he walked without her, on to a new life.