Sugar Snap

     Not only did this woman seem to be unafraid of him, she seemed to legitimately want to help. As much as he wanted to trust her, the ease with which she offered her kindness raised red flags. No one was going to see an escaped convict - an alleged murderer - and be this calm about it.

      At least, Lincoln didn’t think so.

      That said, if he lost more blood, things would end up pretty serious. And God knew it had been way too long since he had actual water to drink. So he moved quickly forward, grabbing the supplies before backing up again, holding them tightly to his chest, uncertain of what to do now. He couldn’t go anywhere or do anything without taking his attention off her… what if she had a weapon?

      Her words, though… they carried both comfort and the air of someone who knew what she was talking about. Still cautious, Lincoln asked slowly, “Why? Why are you doing this?”

Fingers withdrew a packet of cigarettes, smooth fingertips tugging out a cigarette and the lighter so she could light one up before slipping the lighter back into the box. It was held out a little with a raised brow as if asking him if he wanted her to toss it to him too.

A soft exhale of smoke left her smiling, glad to see he had taken her supplies despite being as wary as a wild and injured animal. She couldn’t bring him back to the house to offer him any other comforts, it would be a risk neither of them needed.  Taylor did not desire to go back to prison.

He had questioned her intents, leading her to laugh softly. It was stupid to mention things of her past but he didn't seem like he was going to be sticking around. 

    Lincoln remained frozen where he was. All he really knew was two things: one, he wasn’t sure where any of the other convicts - or his brother - had gone.And two, he had no idea who this woman standing a few yards away was.

    “Uh, no offence…” He glanced from side to side, taking a cautious step backward. “But I’m pretty sure you know who I am and I’d just… I don’t really feel like getting turned in to the cops right now.”

     Please, just leave and give me enough time to find Michael and get out of here.

She had found refuge far from home, helping with farming on one of the properties nearby. Farming had been the closest to working with food she could get while trying to lay low for herself. The less people who knew or saw her the better. 

“Look,” a small medical kit had been placed down on the ground along with a sealed bottle of water. She hadn’t expected to actually stumble across one of the fugatives despite her intentions to leave out supplies for them to hopefully find, “just breathe. It’s not going to get easier for a long, long time, so you have to keep your mind clear.”

Shallow breaths were sucked in through smudged lips, eyebrows knitted together in pain, a hand clenched painfully around bloodied fabric upon her shoulder. There were more marks than what the woman ever would like to admit. She wasn’t the best fighter out there, cloudy mind preventing her from picking the best choices to make when confronted with physical battles.

Sleep had utterly refused to adorn her features.

With the tip of her tongue poking through her lips she raked the comb of the lock pick through the lock on the door of a clothing store. Without planning, she couldn’t target anything more valuable such as a jewellery shop or bank, but that may have been for the best.

A new outfit would help hide the troubled person beneath them. 

"Shit... did I leave the stove on?"

"You're my hero!"

"No, no, no, THAT I ain't."

"I had another Liam Neeson nightmare."

"You know, they made three of those movies. At some point you have to wonder if he's just a bad parent."

"What the SHIT?"

"I'm gonna wait out here, okay?"

"Fake laughter. Hiding real pain."

"I'm about to do to you what Limp Bizkit did to music in the late 90s."

"Yeah, technically, this is murder."

"Love is blind, ____."

"This shit's gonna have nuts in it."

"You're a lovely lady/man, but I'm saving myself for ____."

"That's why I brought him/her."

"Do you like what you see?"

"Your face is the stuff of nightmares."

"Like a testicle with teeth."

"You will die alone."

"You look like an avocado had sex with an older, more disgusting avocado."

"So, am I suppose to just smile and wave you out the door?"

"Think of it like spring cleaning."

"Life is an endless series of trainwrecks with only brief, commercial-like breaks of happiness."

"Finish fucking her the fuck up."

"Language, please."

"Suck a cock!"

"I'd go with you, but... I don't want to."

"If your right leg is Thanksgiving and your left leg is Christmas, can I visit you between the holidays?"

"Maximum effort."

"I'd say that you sound like an infomercial. But not a good one, like Slap Chop, more Shake Weight-y."

"Do you want any clothes that are not monochromatic? Have fun at your midnight showing of Blade II."

"Listen ___, if I never see you again, I want you to know that I love you very much."

"Wanna get fucked up?"

"Have you decided what you're gonna say to her?"

"Fuck me!"

"I don't have time for your goody two-shoes bullshit right now!"

"Why such a douche this morning?"

"Why don't you do us all a favor and shut the fuck up."

"Today was about as much fun as a sandpaper dildo."

"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"You can't buy love, but you can rent it for three minutes!"

"That's the shit emoji. You know the turd with the smiling face and the eyes. I thought it was chocolate yogurt for so long."

"You're really gonna fuck this up for me?"

"You've got something in your teeth."

"Do you have an off switch?"

"We have everything we need now."

"I swear to God, I will find you in the next life and I'm gonna boom-box Careless Whisper outside your window."

"Ever had a cigarette put out on your skin?"

"That was not mean! I'm proud of you!"

"I'm gonna need all the guns."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Seltzer water and lemon for blood."

"It reeks like old lady pants in here."

"Your crazy matches my crazy. Big time."