"We are not alone," he whispered to me, cradling my face in his hands. I let my eyes wander across his sun hardened skin, tracing the ghosts of the laughter wrinkles on his face. Those wrinkles were taught now and the vein that resided on the peak of his left eyebrow pumped nervously against his forehead.

Unconsciously, my hand reached out to soothe that throbbing vein, to calm it and tell it everything would be alright. But it wouldn't. It couldn't. They were after us and their was no way that this time we would get away.

"I know," I whispered back, feeling my breath crystallize in the wintry air.

His eye sparked, with a lust for fight or lust for me, I did not know. I wouldn't know, as They came in. They burst into the shack and ripped everything from its once sedentary place. They tore at everything They could get their claws on, searching for the fugitives that had escaped their wiry grasp.

They found us, hidden in the dumbwaiter, grasping the other for the safety we knew wouldn't come. They tore us apart and our cries echoed in the lone landscape of the mountains. Our cries became howls as the night bid farewell and the morn arose over the snow covered peak of the highest mountain.

Here, we would burn; burn till there was nothing left but the dust of the ash we had become. Here, we would disappear into the snow covered oblivion of the place we once called home, before They had come.

Our arms were bound behind our backs and we were pushed forward into the blinding sunlight of a new day, thrust into the unknown. I turned my eyes away from the light that would send us to our death and yet give us life; a life we would never have on this forsaken planet.

My eyes found his and the burning wasn't so bad. Those flashing emerald eyes stared into mine, speaking the words we could no longer speak.

'I love you. Don't fret, we'll be together soon.'

And so we would. At least, I hoped.