As the headlights came closer, he crouched lower into the bush. The fog was rising, but it wasn't thick yet, just whispy tendrils that floated mindlessly through the air. He wished he could gather some of the fog up and wear it as a cloak.
As the headlights came closer, the vehicle slowed down. Without warning, a spotlight flashed on and started slowly sweeping the sides of the road. He knew they were looking for him, but he wasn't going back this time. They couldn't catch, and even if they did, they couldn't make him. He was free. Finally, at long last.
While he waited for the car to move past, he thought about how he had come to be at this junction. He would have never imagined that one day he would hiding from the law in bushes as his only chance for freedom. The escape had been dictated by actions beyond his control.
Her letters had come regularly as clockwork, it was what kept him sane, gave him the strength to make it through the day, day after day. She was all he had, all he thought of, she was the only thing keeping him alive. But recently, the letters had become distressed, and he could tell she was no longer herself. He could tell that she was being coerced. He had to go help her.
So he devised a plan, it was quite a clever plan. And it worked even better than he had imagined. Which is why he was here, hiding. "So close now, so very close," he mummered to himself. The car was past now, it's spotlight sweeping wide arcs on either side of the road, its engine's noise slowly fading. He had escaped notice.
She was so close now. Just a few blocks from here. Thinking about home, he found himself staring into his own house, through the back window. He wasn't sure how he got here, he couldn't remember moving, but here he was. Watching intently, he peered in, trying to access the situation.
He could see her sitting at the table, it seemed she was sitting unbound, but he wasn't sure. He could see her mouth moving, he knew someone else must be in the room. As if to confirm his deductions, a shadow moved between her and the window. He could hear a man's voice echo faintly. He waited, patiently listening. After a few minutes of not hearing another voice, he assumed they were alone. Now was his time. Now was the moment he had been waiting for.
With the speed of a gazelle, he kicked open the door and sprang inside. The man spun and tried to block his passage into the kitchen where she was staring dumbfounded. A quick feint to the left and he knocked the man out with his lightning fast right hook. As the man crumpled to the floor, he stepped over him into the room.
She looked up at him in terror, he was the last person she expected to see her. As if a light had been turned on, he could now see clearly. He realized that she wasn't being coerced, this was all her idea to begin with.
Looking at her with cold calculating eyes, he spoke with no emotion.
"So you want a divorce do you? What happened to death do us part?"
As he stepped towards her, she let out an ear-piercing scream of terror. Her last to ever be uttered.
