So hopefully, this will be a story I actually manage to continue and update! Set in the present day, episode of Friday 31st August 2018.
Fumbling desperately with her keys, her hands shaking and heart racing, Carla struggled to unlock the factory door, her control lost in her anxious demeanour.
It was the harsh screech of tires breaking from high speed that made her turn around, her eyes wide as she saw a hooded figure in the front seat of the car, reach for something before turning to face Peter who was stood in front of them, in a defensive pose.
It took a moment for Carla to realise what was about to happen.
'NO" Carla screamed as she noticed the glint of gunmetal on the pistol the teen in the car had produced and was now aiming at Peter.
Without thinking Carla had bolted, her heels not holding her back or slowing her down as she raced towards Peter, dropping her keys in the process.
The hiss of pistol releasing the bullet was followed by a ear shattering bang, the car engine revving up, not bothering to survey the damage caused.
Carla and Peter's bodies collided with force, her arms reaching out for him, the pair falling to the ground from the impact of her.
There was a moment of silence, calm before the storm. The hiss of the gunshot still ringing in their ears, the dust settling, kicked up from the car's menacing tires.
'Peter' Carla's soft words escaping her mouth with ease, breaking the silence.
'I'm okay, I'm okay, they missed me' Peter panted, hauling himself up himself up, the weight of Carla's body pressing against him.
'Thank god' she whispered, letting out a heavy breath.
'Carla?'
Aware of how she hadn't bothered to move, her weight remaining entirely supported by him. Her voice, barely audible, her arms limp, resting against his thigh.
To his horror he saw red blood beginning to to seep through the dark material of her top, dripping onto the street below, creating trails of scarlet, streams of her blood trickling between the cobbles, running away from where they were collapsed.
'Carla, baby, look at me' he said, is face drawn as he realised she'd taken the bullet for him, cupping her face and tilting her chin up so their eyes could meet.
'I thought they were gonna kill you' she muttered slowly, her lashes fluttering as her eyes struggled to remain open.
'Carla, Carla? Stay with me, Carla stay with me baby' Peter said watching the colour from her face begin to fade away, her full lips no longer the luscious red they seduced people with.
'Somebody, HELP, call an ambulance' Peter screamed as Carla slowly slipped out of consciousness.
'Carla, sweetheart, please don't go'.