~Prime Target ~
Minyadagniriel
Prologue
"I don't know how long I'll be able to hold out…" she thought as she pulled her hood lower to cover her eyes. The rain pelted her body like icy daggers and the wind chill sent shivers down her spine. "There's always….turning myself in…but…" She shifted her weight to make herself more comfortable against the brick wall. "Nowhere to go…"
All the shops had closed for the night, so she had no chance of finding shelter by hiding in another dressing room. There were cops everywhere searching for her for what she did. Her face was plastered all over the media as a murderer.
So here she sits, alone and cold against the wall of Andy's Chee-Pees vintage shop off of Broadway. A sudden urge hit her and she began to cough profusely, the pain from her lungs was incredible.
"It's gotta be pneumonia…"
If she turned herself in, maybe she could plea-bargain. No, L would push for the maximum penalty to ensure public safety. But there's no harm in trying, was there?
"No! He would never go for that!"
She gasped as she thought of receiving the death penalty… "Would L really do that to me?? I'm so afraid."
She touched her wet forehead which seemed to be burning up. If she admitted herself to a hospital, they would call the local authorities and she would be picked up without medical help. That would be the worst case scenario. However, if she didn't go to a clinic soon, she would probably die. Which was worse…dying of a painful illness or dying of lethal injection? She didn't know.
Three am.
The heart of New York City at this time was no different from regular rush hour traffic. It truly was the city that never sleeps.
She pulled her overcoat tightly around herself for warmth and rubbed her hands together to relieve some of the numbness out of her fingers.
"Try to sleep…I have to…tomorrow I'll go to a…hos..pit..al…"
Resting against the shop, she let sleep take over her thoughts.