CHAPTER 2 PART 1

She thrust her feet into her boots, grabbed her jacket and the man’s wallet and ran out at the very last second. Right then, the man got out of shower with one towel coiled around his waist and came leaping out of the room shouting harsh words. She looked back once from the corridor, with the meanings of goodbye she stuck out her tongue, and ran away. In the corridor of a tawdry hotel in a wilting-away outskirts resounded a heavily kicking footsteps of the slipping-off boots.

The man heaped at her back abusive jeers how dead she’ll be. With just a small amount of fear and a bit of tension, but mostly with sensation of exaltation her heart leapt rapidly. There was that nutrient-like pleasant numbness clinging to her back, permeating to her body from the nape of her neck.

She dashed down the stairs. Her mind was being controled by her goundless self-confidence that no one can catch her. She descended about eighty percent of blinds and ran in front of the reception, she stopped once in front of the exit that was divided with a wall so that it couldn’t be seen from the outside. Slightly out of breath she looked over her shoulder:

I win.

Saying her innermost thoughts she chuckled.

Pulling her arms through the sleeves of a fake fur jacket, she turned back and started to run again.

Under the neon lights glittering in the night streets a figure in a black jacket was swallowed into the blue-gray scenery.