"And just what do you think you're doing?"
Cain traced her jaw line with the tip of his knife.
Anika shivered, "Trying to get the hell away from you."
He withdrew the knife and she sighed, letting out all the nervous air. Suddenly, his hand met with her cheek. Her neck snapped to the side.
She remained silent, simply staring him down with a frown on her face. He grabbed a hold of her arm again and started pulling her back towards the town.
"Let me go," Anika demanded.
Cain sneered, "Why should I? I told you not to run. I told you I would find you and hunt you down."
"I don't care, go ahead and kill me," she said as she stared into his eyes.
Cain stopped walking, released his grip on her and just stared.
"I said go ahead and kill me. You heard me," she spat. "Oh, wait; killing is against God isn't it? Or whatever you worship. It's in the fucking Bible. Killing a sibling is even worse, isn't it?"
Her gaze lowered to the knife looped in his belt and then back up to his face. The freckles around across the bridge of his nose and his cheeks blended in with the red flush that was painted there. His body was tense. Anika couldn't get any sort of reading from his gaze.
None-the-less, she struck again. "Might as well do it now," she said, dropping her voice. "Don't you want to live up to your name?"
His arm reached out and grabbed her again, continuing to hall her back to town through the cornfield. "Fuck you," said Anika to protest though she did nothing to fight his grip.
"Save me the trouble of listening to your angst," said Cain.