One x One |[18-18 and Fire]|

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Riley didn't speak for a moment, causing a silence for a moment after Mitch had told her to lead the way. At this time she was wondering why in the world she had allowed herself to let Mitch come to her place. She would've been dead just about an hour, or a couple of hours ago, because of him. If she stood there for too long, then they would be wasting time, so without saying anything yet, she turned and 'lead the way'.

As soon as Mitch mentioned 'tearing her house apart', Riley almost tripped over her own feet. "What??" she questioned looking at Mitch quickly. "Why?!" she added looking at him, her eyes showing shock and a bit of anger. After that she didn't say anything because she thought through it in her head, and figured that since Mitch was a killer, the cops would be after him, and if they knew she was with him, they'd go after her too.

"Is tearing my house down that necessary?" Riley finally questioned, her voice sounding a bit annoyed and frustrated. She knew they couldn't stay long, and that they would have to leave as soon as possible, but she really wished they wouldn't have to tear her house down.

Finally they reached the doorstep and Riley moved quickly inside after unlocking the door. No one was home at this time, which was just very fortunate. Suddenly a deep thudding of paws, and strong legs came pounding down the stairs and into the large room. A large, male German shepherd dog came bounding from upstairs. He skidded, and stopped when he saw Riley, and slowed down, coming to greet her. He was very wary of Mitch, and the smell of blood made the dog growl. Riley lowered one hand against the dogs head and kept her fingers by his deep red collar. "How long are we staying here?" she questioned Mitch once more, knowing it would be best to leave as soon as possible.
Her dog Oliver growled once more, his amber eyes warily looking over Mitch. He could smell the blood on his arm, and watched him carefully.

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Mitch glared at Riley's dog. He had always had a deep disliking of dogs that snarled at him even slightly. He was the dominant one and the dog had no right to act like that. Of course, he reminded himself logically, he was only trying to protect his master, and that was certainly a good quality. And he could use it to his advantage.

"Pack whatever you need in a backpack. Touch as little has you can and don't make a mess of things," he instructed, realizing that there was another way to make sure the police didn't suspect anything - although it wasn't as successful as Mitch would have liked. But he knew that it was harsh to go to her house and force her to trash it. That's where she lived. So, out of the long-buried kindness of his heart, Mitch would let her leave it as it was for a price.

Mitch, aware that the scent of blood was arousing the dog's instincts, clenched his arm tighter. Thinking ahead, Mitch realized that he would not be able to stop at a hospital. And the headquarters? No. He was pretty much done as an assassin until he murdered Riley, which was becoming less and less likely. He found it hard to believe that what he needed so desperately to survive was out of his grasp for now. He would suffer later. But now, he was too busy to care that much.

Since he couldn't stop anywhere that had proper doctors, he would have to do it himself. All he had to do was get it to stop bleeding and something to wrap it up in - something more than weak strip of shirt that he had now. The latter would be easy enough to get. Just break into a veterinary office - they'd have those cotton elastic wraps that they used on injured animals. A bit primitive, he admitted, but that was fine. "Bring me a towel, will you?" he asked, ignoring the manners his parents had always punished him for not using.

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Riley stood for a moment, which seemed like an hour. She thought everything through, and was mentally beating herself up for getting herself into this kind of situation. She felt stupid for getting herself stuck, but at the same time she knew they would have to get out as fast as possible. "what about you?" she glanced up at him in a questioning manner before backing up and then moving towards the kitchen to grab a towel. Leaning over she grabbed a long towel and then came back, leaning over the bar counter and handing, or more like tossing it to Mitch. "What are you gonna do?"

Riley eyed her dog, making sure the shepherd didn't do anything unexpected, as the smell of blood was probably strong to his senses. Riley was sweaty from the constant running she'd been doing since who knows when, and she still was tired, but there was no time for her to do anything to stop the exhaustion. Stepping over she watched as her dog came closer, and closer to Mitch, from the side, and sniffed his good arm. Not the one that was bleeding, of course. He stopped and sat, watching Mitch, his amber eyes burning through his own eyes.

Trudging over to the couch at the far side of the room, Riley flopped down, not really wanting to get up and do anything. She couldn't relax because of the pressure of things, but she did want to just sit down and take a breath for a moment, and understand what was happening.

[Gene]

((Sorry for not answering...I'm not going to lie and say that I couldn't get on. I was being a lazy arse. >.<
Also, thank you for that. =) ))

Mitch eyed the dog warily as it approached him, but felt much more relaxed when it sat down. Its eyes did not quite show trust, but Mitch was fairly certain now that he wasn't going to attack him as the other dog had. Much more comfortable now, he would have liked to sit down. But he couldn't do that now. Relaxing was not an option. Not when the police were hot on their trail. They would track the scent here soon enough.

"I'm not sure right now," he replied honestly. "After I get them off my trail, I imagine I'll just...go to a different country or something..." Still very uncertain about what he was really going to do, he added, "Don't get very comfortable, alright? We've got about fifteen minutes before we have to sprint full-out until I can get a car."