A woman with flowing hair swayed through the hallways, each person she passed watching her like a hawk. The men let their eyes drift over her body; The women stared her down, but they were not returned a mere turn of the cheek.
Her eyes were focused on one man, and one man only. A man who had his back turned to her with his arm around his lover. Her eyes narrowed as her pace slowed, her arm reaching around to her back and pulling up her shirt slowly, revealing the shine of a chrome handle.
As she grasped the handle and pulled out her weapon out of the hem of her jeans, cries started swirling through the hallways. The woman's eyes had never moved from the man's backside, spinning the cylinder of her chrome revolver.
The cries turned into screams and the thuds of belongings being dropped. The hallways became a stampede of people who ceaselessly ran in the other direction of the way the woman was walking.
But these first few seconds of chaos were over. The cold steel was pressed against the back of her love's head and her finger gripped the trigger. With no hesitation she pulled her finger back and left the weapon to handle the rest.
The firing of the weapon caused the eardrums of his new lover to ring in an unbearable pain. The barrel smoked and the smell of blood and gun powder filled the rooms; the polished white tiles were now stained with crimson along with the walls, but most importantly the skin of his lover.
She put the gun up to her lips and smirked down at the now widowed lover, blowing the smoke from the top of the barrel. The widow shrieked as she held the good-for-nothing man's body to her chest. The woman turned on her heel and walked in the direction she came from and disappeared out of sight.
The man pushed his way through a crowd of civilians that stood in the way. His eyes never tore from the silhouette of a woman who was leaning against a wall outside of the sea of people. Each person who was pushed through out an insult, but they went through deaf ears.
As he reached the end of the crowd, his hand slipped into the back pocket of his jeans. The few who kept eyes on him shouted to the others. All eyes turned onto him, and they were greeted by the gleam of a blade. The ones in the crowd shoved through each other and carelessly trampled over those who fell.
They ran for nothing. Their blood isn't the kind he wanted. He saw the woman's stare flicker over to him. As he grew closer, she lit up her cigarette. His lips curled into a smirk and flipped the blade in his grip. The woman grabbed onto the sharp steel and let the blade slice the skin of her palm, inhaling the harsh chemicals which burned her throat.
The man ran the knife slowly around her hand, each time cutting deeper through the flesh. Blood poured from her wounds, but she only chuckled and wrapped her opposite arm around his neck, making him lean down and kiss her forcefully. He clutched his blade and used his body to push her body into the wall, his teeth sliding against her tongue.
She cried out softly into his mouth when he pulled the knife away from her palm and slashed her forearm swiftly. The blood that gushed from her wounds was relentless.
She removed her unharmed arm that was tight around his neck and put her cigarette back against her lips, feeling the lips of the man pressing against her neck. Her vision was dimming, her head pounding, knees becoming shaky.
He ran his offhand through her hair and slowly lifted her off her feet. He used his forearm to support her and kept the knife tight in his hand. The sound of screaming sirens in the distance were vague thoughts in the back of their minds.
The man kept the woman close to him as he walked into a dim alley which he would lay her. He set the woman down and put the blade against her lips. She slipped her tongue up the blade which caused her tongue to split at the tip. The man smiled down at her as the glow of red and blue lights came closer.
The woman smiled back and rested her bloody hand over the one who held the knife. She gently pulled the hand closer and caused the blade to dig deeper into her torn lips. He exhaled slowly and stood up.
With no second thought he kicked her hard in the stomach, causing blood to shoot from her lips. She gasped from air but met another kick, but this time to the throat.
She choked, but put up no fight.
The man looked down at his blade that dripped red, and then to the woman. He whispered to her.
He slammed the blade straight through her skull with all he could. He slammed her head back into the wall and ripped the blade from her head, kneeling down and slashing her throat. Her body was slouched, but he pressed his lips against hers, whispering again.
With a snarl he stabbed the blade through his chest and into his beating heart.