"As I danced with the dead My free spirit was laughing and howling down at me Below my undead body Just danced the circle of dead" Zoe Howard, age twenty-eight, sat behind the wheel of a car that was very recently stolen while listening to the comforting lyrics that played from the CD player. Whoever previously owned this car had good taste in music. With her lithe fingers around the black coloured steering wheel, she guided the vehicle away from the city she and her beloved partner were escaping from. They couldn't afford to stop moving. Police were alerted of a hostage situation when witnesses reported two masked figures forcing a middle aged man into the trunk of his own car. No one was following them at the moment. Zoe and Castor threatened to murder the man if they saw anybody trailing behind. In case anyone were to accuse them of fibbing, their hostage was given a bullet to the foot right in front of the witnesses. Thankfully, the roads were mostly empty. The sun was setting at they were on the freeway that would take them to a smaller, less populated town. Which meant, the opposite side was quite packed with people heading to the city. Zoe was pleased. The woman was a hot mess at the moment. Her hair tie was doing more bad than good now, holding onto a clump of hair that needed brushing. Zoe's makeup was a wreck, too. There was lip gloss smudged all around her mouth and her eyes would look bruised to a person from a distance, because of the smeared eye shadows and liner. Her pale skin showed splotches of dirt and blood from wrestling with the kidnapped fellow in the trunk. That son of a bitch managed to hit her in the nose, causing blood to drip in random spots, but at least it wasn't broken. Despite all of the filth, she seemed jubilant. Her pierced lips were smiling at the road, while her stubbed fingernails tapped at the wheel to the music. Zoe liked to be pretty, but it was not a priority. The life she shared with Castor was very dirty, in more ways than one. They were wanted criminals always on the run who had yet to be captured. Even the trails of evidence couldn't get them caught. Zoe was delighted by the idea that they were smarter, faster and stronger than any brute force who pursued them. "Where should we take our little friend to?" she asked, her jade eyes shifting to her partner's direction. There was a feminine softness to her voice that only two people in the world had the pleasure of hearing. Those people were Castor, and her mother. The rest of the time, her words were cold, making spines tingle with horror. This hostage was a feisty one, so he could be troublesome with lots of noise. Then again, it's not like they couldn't handle that with some duct tape and the element of fear... "And we should celebrate. We'll be that much closer to our goal, sugar." Zoe grinned again. Finally, they found someone capable of creating their false IDs so they could leave this country. Plus, she'd party with every reason she possibly could. As their favourite song said: "They drank up all the whiskey and They partied every night Like it could be the last The bounty said shoot on sight."