The City Of Astan

Sam

I sigh, "Don't mention it," I say, standing.

Louis

"W-where are you going?" I ask, watching her.

Sam

I study him, "I'm..." I swallow, looking at my hands.

I'm not a killer.

"I have blood on my hands," I tell him, "I-I need to go wash up."

Louis

I swallow and nod, though I don't want her to go, "Okay."

Sam

I nod and study him before walking to the little sink by the wall. I wash my face in it before my hands, watching the red liquid pour into the sink.

I'm done...just done.

Louis

I watch her a bit before relaxing and passing out on my own.

Sam

I walk back over to Louis, to find him asleep. Sighing, I walk outside and back Into the alley, exiting it. My hands still shaking from the use of a gun. I'm not a killer.

Deciding I should start over, I keep my hair red and get green contacts for my eyes. No one will probrably reconize me now...

I sigh before running a hand through my hair and walking back, thinking of what new job I should get.

Louis

I dream of what happened, stirring and flinching when the crack of the gun goes off inside it.

Sam

I get back and put the green contacts on, plopping on the couch beside Louis and waiting for him to wake.

Louis

I wake a while later, my side and stomach on fire, and stir a bit where I lay. Everything feels cold but hot at the same time, and I can't seem to get comfortable. Keeping my eyes closed, I swallow and take a deep yet shaky breath, "S-Sam?"

Sam

I study him, "Yeah? I um...need to talk to you."

Louis

I open my eyes and look at her, afraid of what she might have to say, "A-about what?"

Sam

I sigh, "I'm quitting my dirty work. Not gonna rob anymore. I was thinking of getting a job. The police won't reconize me even if they tried; I got different contacts and everything. I don't know where to work though. Any ideas?"

Louis

I try to think about it, wondering where I could see her working at, "W-what about the coffee place? Just for starters."

Sam

I sigh, shaking my head, "Nah...I've had a real job before. Just...need something to keep my busy," I remember something, "What...What of I work with you? Like I said, they won't reconize me," I flash a smile, "The shariff won't either."