She stayed only steps in front of where she knew Adam was. She marched on forward. Annie's Eyes flickered back. Annie saw a movement in the shadows. Adam was still lurking in the shadows, just like he had on the day they met.
His fixation had started years ago. Her grace, her elegance in such a place as a jail had pulled him in, enticed him. She had been there to visit her mother. She walked down the corridors with purpose. By the time she reached her mothers cell, Adam had already broken free, killed two guards and followed her to what was soon to be her mother's grave.
Annie greeted her mother with a simple hello. Adam snuck in. When he left there was blood on every wall, unconscious Annie under one arm and Annie's mother's blood hair clip in the other. As he left he placed the hair clip in Annie's blonde hair. It left blood red streaks in her hair. And to this day she still can not get the red out.
Annie toyed with the red streak as she began to walk faster. The streak had made he who she was. She had often thought about tearing it out. She had never gone though with it. As Annie fiddled with the streak some blood was rubbing off on her fingers. Her mother's blood was on her hands. She had always blamed herself. If she hadn't gone that day, he wouldn't have followed her.
The streak in Annie's hair was the only way Adam could recognize her. And Annie knew that.
Annie ripped and pulled. She yanked the streak out. She began sprinting.
Adam stared after her. He would bring her to her senses. But first he must pick up the peaces. He bent down and gently picked up Annie's hair. He kissed it once and slid it into his pocket. With the knowledge that all the doors were locked, there was no way for Annie to get out, he walked on trying to imitate the way Annie had walked on that first day.