The moon light lit up its shape in the dark as it descended on his head missing his temple to his panicked foot on the gas. The car dashed forward, but the figure held on strong, Jun panicked and tried to shove her off. The third strike came, this time, it did not miss. Though weaker from the unbalance posture of clinging to a moving car, Jun felt his vision blur slightly as he reached out one hand to fight her off.

His left hand grabbed the gun as the two struggled; his hand to the handle and she bends it slightly to the side, his finger slips to the trigger guard and in haste he pulls the trigger letting of a loud shot randomly into the air. She moved to strike again and he took his right hand off the wheel to catch the wooden butt heading for his face. She pulls the steering to the right and the heavy duty pick-up truck slammed into a tree.

His ears buzzing, Jun stumbled out of the car into the woods dragging one leg behind him. He was sure of one thing; she did not want to shoot. The noise was deafening and would attract people. Even though he had let out one shot by mistake, the odds of someone hearing and coming over was slim. She wanted him to die quietly.

“That day, your aunt dragged her body around just like this. That pitiful look in her eye was disgusting. You were raised by my daughter, little Jun, stand and fight!” he could hear from her voice that he was leaving her behind. The woman, no matter what kind of experience she had, was old and had injured her hip. This was his chance. No matter how curious he was. He would not be stupid again. If he stopped, he would die.

“The slow painful death was her punishment. Thou shall not lie; yet she had sold me out, she told them I was there. Thou shall not bear false witness; she heard the government was purging spies on the news, so she thought to have me killed as a suspected spy. How could she have known she was right? Thou shall not kill; she knew what was coming, yet she still let him go out to the danger. Just because his eyes started to wander, just because his soul may have lost luster in lustful sin, she let him die. In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; that look in her eyes, she knew! She knew!”

Maybe the pain was getting to her head, causing slight madness to spill these to the night, but he was not stupid, he would not stop to ask, no matter how deranged her thinking became, no matter how justified she felt her actions were, today, he only cared to live.

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He dragged forward till his ragged breath was all he could hear. Hearing nothing only caused his panic to rise. He paused to look back, just in time to see the gun swing for him and he ducked. Not connecting with the target, she lost her balance and fell down hill. She struggled to steady her body, but her hip stiffened further allowing her struggle fruitless as she slammed against a tree. Her arm numbed from the impact. She knew without looking, she had broken her arm.

Jun found the gun in the leaves under bright moonlight and approached in haste. He closed in, aimed and fired. He needed no telling that he had missed. Closing in, he fired again and heard her groan. Unsatisfied, he shot again and heard her wince. The moment he finally stood before her, she swept his feet from under him and he fell unto her.

Fear did not gain time to grip him before she hooked her arm around his neck and squeezed tight. Jun struggled hard trying to get her arm from around his neck.

“Do you know how hard it is to steal an identity? Do you know how many had to die that night for this Mary Wu to live? You dare call me a killer? I was trained to invade not massacre two hundred people. Oh, more than that, I forgot the soldiers.” Her voice through the pain sounded slightly mad to Jun, “I had to get creative. Burning in mass, knives, a simple slit of the throat, the guns helped too. I was running out of ideas. It was easy, yes, they were mostly civilians, but they were many, too many. I killed till my hand hurt, little Jun. I thought they would never end. My hands were sore days after I was done.” she seemed to relive the day as her voice felt slightly off in the night, or could be an illusion to lack of oxygen to his brain?

Jun no more struggled from her grip, but felt around her, till he felt warm sticky liquid on her other arm. One grab and he had found the wound. He pressed with all his might upon the wound hoping for her grip to weaken, and it did slightly; just in time to take a deep breath, enough for his brain to reboot. He felt greatly dizzy, he almost believed she wrapped her hand protectively over his shoulder and he heard the sound of sirens from afar or saw touch lights flash down from the top of the hill. The light rolled around a bit searching for them and he almost raised his weak hands to scream for help.

“Over here!” Mary’s cracked voice sounded the moment the light hit them.

“Jun hold on, the police is here. Hold on jun.” he thought he had heard wrong, he thought the world had gone mad until the torched pointed directly at his face.

“Ma’am, are you okay?”

“Jun, call someone. Jun…” Jun could barely feel his head. The frantic calling of Aunt Mary disturbed him greatly. He was at a cross road. The realization that hit him shook him. He should not have known.

“Ma’am, calm down, the ambulance is coming.”

“Jun…”

“Aunt Mary, I’m fine. Breathe Aunt Mary, breathe…” he croaked.