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I step straight
through and out onto the edge.
    With
my bag slung over my shoulder I climb down onto the tiled roof
covering the front porch. The rain is cool on my warm skin, hitting
me hard and quickly soaking me to the bone. I look back through the
window to see that the door to my room is still closed and a
sickening feeling rushes through me. What about my aunt and uncle?
    They're in another bedroom,
further down the hall. If he finds them....I don't know what will
happen. I should never have come here. I know that, and now I've put
them in danger. I need to leave, draw him away, whoever he is.
    I begin to rush now, moving
quickly as I reach the edge of the low roof and drop down onto the
ground. I run through the rain round the side of the house, where my
car is parked in an open garage undercover. I unlock it and jump
inside, purposefully roaring the engine as loud as I can.
    I screech out onto the street,
putting on my high beams and lighting up the road. I stop, just
outside the front of the house as my engine rumbles, and look up. A
crack of lightning flashes again, followed by another boom of
thunder.
    I watch on, and my heart quickly
constricts. A flash lights again, but this time it's silent, this
time there's no thunder with it. My eyes swell as I watch on, seeing
the window of my aunt and uncle's bedroom light up several times in
succession before once more fading into darkness.
    My breath is caught inside me,
locked down and refusing to leave. I can't move, can't look away from
the window as the curtains open and I see the silhouette of a man
standing there, a gun in his hand. He stands motionless for a moment,
looking on at me as I look at him. A shadow, bringing death.
    Another flash lights up the sky
and he quickly turns away. My instinct kicks in and I gun the engine,
tearing down the road through puddles of murky water. I check my
mirror, searching for signs that he's following me. When I see two
pale lights in the distance I put my foot down harder.
    I turn corners and pace through
the streets as I move into town. There are no cars on the road, no
signs of life as I fly through the pouring rain, my windshield wipers
rushing by from left to right and clearing my view.
    Before long I can see no lights
tracing me, no sign of my pursuer, but I don't slow down, I don't
stop. I keep on driving, hard and fast, until I burst through on the
other side of the city and onto the open highway heading north. I
drive and drive, my eyes wet, my hands shaking, until the dim light
of dawn begins to break on the horizon and the storm starts to fade.
    When I stop I do so off road,
parked down a dirt track away from prying eyes. I cry hard and bang
the wheel until my head hurts. My aunt, my uncle, shot dead in their
home. And it's all because of me.

Chapter 5 - Colt
    Colt

    The backseat of my car is
comfortable. I've manufactured it that way, with extra modifications,
because sometimes I need to sleep there as part of the job. It's not
always as easy to find a free room in a hotel as the movies make out.
Sometimes, the backseat is the best I can do.
    When
I wake up, however, I feel that familiar crick in the neck. Maybe if
I was short it wouldn't be a problem, but I'm not, I'm 6 feet 2, so
it's never the best sleep. Kinda cramped, really.
    The loud storm didn't help
either. It raged all fucking night, clattering against my roof like
stones rattling inside a tin can. But that's something I've gotten
used to. I can go for several days without sleeping if I need to, so
it's not a problem.
    I step out of the car and my
foot hits a puddle. It soaks quickly through my shoe and into my
sock, riding up to my ankle. I grimace with annoyance as I drag my
cold wet toes out of the murky brown liquid and step onto firmer
ground. I move to the trunk and flick it open. I've got a spare
everything in there: clean socks, clean shoes, clean clothes. I'm
always prepared to hit the highway for weeks if I need to.
    The sun shines down on my