An: So I happened to watch Blacklist (both seasons of it) in a week, and now I have some kind of mental breakdown because holy fuck it is so good. I just couldn't leave Lizzie and Red and all the others at peace until the third season airs, so I wrote this. Heh.

Oh and there aren't lyrics in the next chapters. Just in this one, for some weird reason. Dunno. The chapter looked a bit empty -and way too short- before I added them :)

Warnings: Violence, but nothing too bad in my opinion, and a little cursing.

Also I don't own Blacklist. Sigh. Is this a mandatory thing to write? I think everyone on this site knows that no fanfic writer owns the show/movie/book/whatever they write about. Just a thought.

Running away through the nights so black
the stars on my shoulder are pulling me back
Whispers of you ringing through my ears
trying to forget all the wasted tears
And all your lies in your blue eyes

The musc was blasting through her headphones. It was a slow song that made her tear up every time she listened to it because it reminded her of Tom, but she just couldn't stop playing it.

Lizzie was running through the dark streets. It had become her hobby - living in motels was emotionally exhausting, but as much as she hated to admit it, she knew she needed an apartment. Still, the memory of Tom was too clear in her mind, and it was painful even to consider buying an apartment if Tom wasn't sharing it with her.

another day goes by
and all I can say is
I wish I could forget you

And that was right. She wanted to forget Tom - as it was sung in the song, she wanted to forget it all. The lies, hell, destroying her life. Making her believe he truly loved her, that he was the one.. and then, blam. It hadn't been real. None of it had been. It had been a job. Nothing more than that.

But you keep coming back

Elizabeth wiped away a tear that had fallen onto her cheek, never slowing down her pace. Just run, she told herself, run away from it and eventually it'll be okay.

You're running away through the nights so black
the stars on your shoulder are pulling you back
maybe you can forget but I just can't

Fuck Tom, she though to herself. He played you. He was your biggest failure. You are a profiler, for God's sake. Just... forget him. He's gone. He's not coming back into your life.

A smile rose on her cheeks; exactly. He's not coming-

Lizzie cried out as someone suddenly grabbed her from the behind, and before she could even react she was being pulled back. Instinctively she kicked out, lashing out to whoever was attacking her, but only managed to do little. A grunt echoed out and she was being thrown into something, her headphones flying to the ground, her head hitting something a bit too hard-

and then all she could hear was the silent music from her headphones which probably lay somewhere close to her,

I see the lights on the city streets
I'm wide awake while the world still sleeps

and in a few seconds the only thing she could feel was the darkness that engulfed her.

So, what do you think? Leave a review if you got time c: that would help me out a lot!