Sara moved through her apartment, dragging the tore leather jacket behind her like a tail. She was successful in getting their names but unsuccessful in sparing their lives. Another two added to the many she’d maimed and murdered. Her heart sank at the idea of just how little left she had of her old self and what greater part of her took pride in it. Running the water, Sara stood beneath it hoping it could wash away her sins but to avail. The wisps of steam swirled around her but still she felt the sticky ooze of blood on her fingertips.
The streets were quiet were Cisco lived, it was a peaceful piece of Central City. Far more peaceful than the crime ridden neighborhoods she’d dwelled in. Every door painted a crisp white, the apartment number written across her hands. It reminding her of the time she’d spent on a mission, blending in to get intel before executing an entire family. Those were the memories that haunted her. The ones that followed her everywhere she went. Pulling together a smile, she ran the bell and rocked on the balls of her feet. This was supposed to be fun, it will be fun. She promised to be positive especially for him.
He leaned against the counter, debating whether or not to light some candles, but he decided that was way too cliche. He drained the pasta and added the sauce and chicken, putting it in the oven to stay warm until Sara arrived. His head was pounding, so he took some motrin and went about his business, turning on some music to calm his nerves. “Why am I nervous? I’ve made food for Sara before, its not like this is any different…” He muttered to himself as he laid on the living room floor, awaiting Sara’s arrival.
Cisco backup 