The sun was almost peeking through the horizon, its light rays painting the sky with the colors of a new dawn. Too bad Sunset didn't have the enthusiasm to greet its glory with smiles and sunshine. She was petrified, even beyond her maddening state. She sprawled on the floor, all sweaty and covered in blood. There was not a single pack of cigarettes to calm her uneven breathing. All of it was gone and made a trail on the floor. Her bloodshot eyes stared into space, shifting erratically as beads of sweat dripped down her face.

It had been that way for the past three hours ever since she got back to her apartment all exhausted and drained from the previous events. The memory kept replaying itself in her head like a broken record. She couldn't escape it. And she was most certain that not even a good night sleep could ease the ravaging emotions terrorizing every atom of her being.

She looked at her lower right, where her bloody hand had been. Gripping so tightly into the blood-smeared car keys. Her palms had been bruised by her own actions, but hours of tolerance made the painful sensation dampen.

She opened her palm, and the keys rattled lightly with her shakey movement. She looked at it and felt a bile rising up into her throat. She felt morbid. She could not believe what she had done to that man just a few hours ago.

"He deserved it." Flamepuff purred. The little demon was lying comfortably on one of Sunset's lethargic legs.

Sunset closed her eyes. An angry fire burning inside the furnace of her chest. She looked towards Flamepuff, who was looking right back at her with the mask of fake innocence, and glared at him with pure horror and resentfulness. Sunset's blood was boiling hot causing her entire face to turn dangerously red. Her veins were swelling and her entire body was shaking in fury. What enraged her even more was Flamepuff's absence of any guilt. He only stared back at her with emotionless delight. Nothing but pure mockery and full inconsideration. There was nothing between them but dead silence for a full minute, until Sunset finally snapped.

"He may have deserved it. But I shouldn't have done it." She growled, gulping down the swelling lump building in her throat. "Do you realize where this could lead to?!"

"You think I don't?" Flamepuff deadpanned. "Of course I do. I already made an entire plan for us to have fun!"

"You don't understand. How could you do that to me?"

"Granted I may have talked you into it, but you can't just give me full credit after, I don't know, you beat him to death with his own keys and taking his car." Flamepuff sat up, his tone was so casual it made Sunset want to disintegrate him into oblivion.

"I-I could have killed him, for Pete's sake!"

"Yeah. Too bad you didn't, you pussy."

Every emotional barricade she had within her was completely destroyed. She let out a loud cry, tainted with guilt, frustration, and pure rage. She threw the car keys across the room with Flamepuff following its direction. He looked back at Sunset, hands clawing into her scalp and her lungs in the verge of collapse.

"What are you so upset about anyway?" Flamepuff spoke softly but his voice was covered by Sunset's cries. She looked back at him with her bloodshot eyes, her teeth grinding in astounding frustration.

When Sunset failed to answer, Flamepuff continued. "What? Don't tell me you haven't stained your hands with someone else's blood before." He made an obviously fake pout and moved closer towards her face. He stared a little longer before letting out a loud cackle. "You just can't admit that it was awesome!"

Sunset released a heavy sigh and slumped to the floor. Even though her body fails to function when it comes to sleeping, she had to try to at least get some rest from the exaspirating situation she got herself into. Granted, it wasn't the first time she caused serious trouble but she felt so sick and she wished the guilt would just eat her alive on the spot.

"Fell of a cliff, beaten a creep and stole a car. How awesome have I become." She murmured, weakly but the spite was still prominent in her voice.

It was already 2 AM. Sunset had walked through a whole forest to get to the ultimate sign of civilization; a road. Her sore feet were beginning to give in and she limply sat down on the side of the pavement. She curved her knees upwards and let her elbows rest on them. She panted and wiped the beads of sweat building on her forehead. She bet she looked even more terrible than her previous state. Her clothes were tattered and her hair was lazilly combed to one side, letting messy locks of hair draped to the left side of her face. Her tired cyan eyes roamed unfocused on the quiet and lonely road.

"Son of a bitch." The words came out of her mouth in an exasperated breath.

"Looky looky to your left." Flamepuff cooed, crouching on her shoulder like a cat. "That's a nice ride."

Sunset looked towards the direction and saw a parked car only a few meters away. It was one of those classic cadillacs. Worn out, lost its shine but still held up to its suave reputation. It was old, yes, but it had its beauty. She looked at the car like how one's eyes would roam on a bare body, she gawked at it with appreciation and wanting.

Though, she could only wonder what kind of person would park a car on the side of an empty road past midnight.

"Take it." Flamepuff said in a commanding voice.

Sunset snapped and looked at her shoulder with disbelief and concern. "I can't just take it." She said. "Not when someone's inside it."

"Take it."

"I said I can't, dumbass!"

"You can. And you will."

"I just said there's somebody inside!"

"And you're gonna let one harmless wimp stop you?"

Sunset knew where this was heading. She knew the consequences would either physically damage her or deeply collide with her morals and principles, which would hurt her and her ego a lot more than a punch in the face. And then there's the Devil himself perching on her shoulder, constantly whispering into her ear. Constantly clawing into her skin. A reminder that disobedience would lead to something terrible for her.

But the unwanted pact was sealed when her death failed her from escaping life itself. Not that there was any other way out. Flamepuff was her shadow, and she could not escape him even from death. She had no choice. This was the new path for her. Demented, sickening, and just downright suicidal in nature. And the scariest thing for her, was the obvious fact that she would inevitably succumb to its pleasure.

"Take it."

She stood up from the ground, eyes glued on the parked car. She saw its driver notice her but she did not yield. Until she heard a click and saw a flash of light coming from inside.

"Oh shit." Sunset barely said above a breath as she froze in place.

"Sneaky." a devious smile formed on Flamepuff's face.

Sunset continued to approach. She stopped at the driver's seat and crossed her arms. The scowl on her face should probably send a message that being taken a picture of herself without permission was not polite and she was pissed. Slightly. And she just wanted to talk.

"Talk my ass." Flamepuff snarled. "This douche doesn't want to talk, Sunny. He's high on libido and I can smell it in the air."

She was about to retort until the car's window scrolled downwards.

"Hey, doll."

Sunset cringed at the way the driver looked at her. Eyeing her lustrously from head to toe and he wasn't even hiding it.

"Want a ride home?" The driver offered with the charm of a lech.

Sunset clenched her jaw before continuing. "Can I have my picture, please?" She said without hesitation, giving out her hand in a commanding yet disinterested motion.

The driver cocked his head to the side. His eyes filled with obvious wanting for Sunset's attention. He leaned towards the wheel, a cocky smile formed on his lips.

"What picture?"

A fake painful chuckle escaped Sunset's mouth. "The one you took just a few seconds ago. Can I have it?"

The driver held the photo and showed it to Sunset with a pivot on his wrist. "You mean this?"

Sunset said nothing and gave out an annoyed smile. She motioned for him to come out as she backed away from the door. Without hesitance, the driver walked out still eyeing her with a look that made her want to cut his throat.

She blinked.

Did she just thought about killing his man?

He wasn't any taller than her. By standards, he was an average looking man with a fair build. She could also say that there was a youthful look in him, the way he had his swagger as he approached her, the way his head swayed side to side like a prowling snake, the way his lips smiled and how he would bite them to earn some kind of attention. Which disgusted Sunset instead, and she scoffed at his embarrassing efforts.

"Here you go, doll."

Sunset eyed him suspiciously before grabbing the photo from his hand. He recoiled and hid it behind him.

"On one condition." He moved close to Sunset with a swift motion and grabbed her by the waist. "How much for a good time? Just you and me. In the car." He whispered into her ear.

Sunset pushed him away, making him stumble back. "Okay, dude. Back off. I'm not interested and I just want my photo."

"Come on, babe." Sunset winced at the address and the way it came out of his mouth. "Seriously, how much do you want?"

"I said I'm not interested. Now give me the goddamn photo."

"I won't take no for an answer." He lunged towards her and locked his arms around her body. Instinctively, Sunset lashed out, trying to escape from his clutches but he was good at mantaining the hold. She tried weighing him down, kicking her legs in the air, and cursing him to damnation but to no avail. For a lean build, the man was very strong.

Some harmless wimp.

With his might, he dragged her to the car and shoved her into the driver's seat. She tried to sit up but he launched himself above her with no warning. Grabbed her by the arms so tight it made her grunt in pain. Harshly pinning them above her head, he looked down at her with the wanting of a hungry dog. Her legs were rendered useless as he pinned them as well. Sunset's heart drummed in her chest as fear and panic was beginning to consume her. Even if she wanted to, his weight against her made it impossible for an escape. She was trapped.

"Don't worry, doll. I'll make this enjoyable for ya." He leaned down and bit her ear, making her shudder. "With some cash on the side, of course. Now be quiet."

"Get the fuck off of me!" Sunset screamed.

He ignored her and starts leaning in for a kiss on her neck.

An overwhelming rush of adrenaline sparked her entire body. With extreme effort, Sunset bashed her head hard against him with a loud and angry cry. The sudden flurry of pain loosened his grip on her, and she quickly retrieved her arms.

She grabbed him by the back of his head and punched him on the nose. She winced at the impact felt on her knuckles and cursed beneath her breath. He yelled in pain as he leaned back, clutching onto his bleeding nose.

"You little–" He growled and launched himself again, but his chest was met with the brute force of Sunset's kick. He fell out of the car, the ground against his back. He rolled unto his stomach and heaved himself up.

Sunset tried to close the door, but he prevented her with a quick motion of his hand and lashed the door outwards. He grabbed her by the neck, shoving her head into the headrest. Sunset grit her teeth hard, her hands trying to undo the man's clutches. She kicked him hard on the shin, he yelled in pain yet he was persistent with his hold on her. Sunset looked at him with pure rage and she growled as she instinctively shoved her thumb into his eye.

They both cringed. The man wailed miserably as he held his bleeding face. Sunset was horrified by the sight, and almost felt regret, but any form of conscience was thrown to oblivion when he launched his fist against her face. Her head hitting the headrest once more.

Her head spun, and she felt a sharp pain on her cheek. Blood was trickling down from a small cut that damaged her skin. He grabbed her collar and gave another blow into her head.

"Are you kidding me right now?" Flamepuff's voice rang into Sunset's ears. The world was a haze of confusing colors and her head felt terrible.

"Get up, Sunset."

Sunset felt her belt being undone.

"I said get up!"

Sunset felt a fire burning inside her. She shot up, her vision still a haze, and grabbed the man by his shoulders, his fingers digging deep into the fabric. She hammered the side of his head three times, sending him limp on her shoulder. She pushed him hard against the wheel with weak efforts. Sunset's mind was shrouded with automatic hysteria and she wanted nothing more than to violently make this person suffer.

He looked at her in the eyes once he gained his consciousness and terror ran into his entire body. Sunset pulled the keys away from the ignition, she rammed her arm into his chest, as the other plunged the keys repeatedly into his face, blood painting everywhere with messy splatters. His painful cries didn't make her flinch a second. She grabbed his head with both of her hands and pushed him outside the car. He fell on his face again with the photo on the ground beside him, blood staining the dirt.

Sunset breathed heavily while looking down at the bloody man. Then it dawned to her. Guilt rained down on her like a collapsing sky. She looked at her hands that were stained with blood. She trembled.

What has she done?

"Kill him."

"I-I can't."

"You can."

"I won't do it!"

Sunset went pale when he heard a phone rang, and it wasn't hers. The man on the ground chuckled. It was weak and he was in pain, but Sunset could still hear him. He sounded undefeated. He rolled on his back with sheer effort and revealed his mauled face. His lips a twisted smile. One that would burn itself into Sunset's memory.

"You're... gonna p-pay for this..." The man said in a hoarse and quiet voice yet it echoed into Sunset's ear. "They... they will find you..."

Sunset couldn't bare it anymore. She didn't know what else to do. As panic ran through her, the only solution that came into her thoughts was to finally take his car and drive away.

"Fuck it. Fuck it!" She shut the door closed and immediately plunged the keys. "I'm not dealing with this!"

"Hey! Go back!" Flamepuff whined.

She wasn't going back. Never.

It was past afternoon and Sunset was starving. She sat up from the floor where she was sleeping for at least a few hours. Had she announced that she felt better after the previous night's events, it would be an obvious fat lie. She felt ill. She smelled and looked horrid. She blinked a few times to gain sense of her surroundings.

It was still a mess.

Sunset sat up. She scratched her hair and rubbed her nape. She stretched and yawned before stripping off her clothes and let them lie on the floor. She walked into the bathroom, and switched on the lights. She saw her reflection; her face a mural of bruises and blood. She frowned as she reached for the faucet. Water was splashed into her face, the pain awakened itself as the water hit her healing wounds. She hissed at the pain and reached for the towel, gently tapping the fabric to her face, and winced every moment it touched her wounds.

As soon as she stopped, she stepped into the shower. She turned it on and let the hot water hit her skin. A sigh of bliss echoed throughout the bathroom. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall, letting in the day's peace to at least ease her exhaustion for a short while. The water dripped down her body, still wincing when the droplets made contact with her wounds.

"Let me get that."

She opened her eyes and saw the little demon hovering beside her with eager eyes. Instinctively, Sunset backed away out of shock and embarrassment as she covered herself from him.

"Dammit, you little shit! Can't you stop sneaking on me like that? And second, get the hell out of my shower!" Sunset yelled.

"Where's the fun in that?" Flamepuff giggled, hovering closer to Sunset who was already groaning with annoyance.

"I wanna join in too!"

"Get yourself away from me!"

Flamepuff snickered at her. "Come on. Just pretend I'm your dog. Also, you don't need to cover your tits. I've already seen them."

Sunset gaped at him as he closed his eyes and let the hot water wash down on him. Flamepuff rubbed his cheeks, which reminded Sunset of squirrel's mannerism. Sunset shook her head and settled on the idea of increasing her tolerance. She grumpily grabbed a bottle of shampoo, while still cautiously covering chest from the little demon's sight.

Sunset put a fair amount of the substance into her hair and gently rubbed it on her scalp, all while her back faced Flamepuff. All of the sudden she felt water being sauirted at her from behind, followed by a giggle. She would turn around and slap him mid air but she continued her business. Once she felt that the shampoo had rested enough into her hair, she stepped under the shower again and let it rinse.

In her peripheral vision, she could see Flamepuff staring at her. She looked at him with disdain, which he returned with a wide cartoony grin. Dammit, he almost looks like Pinkie.

Her annoyed frown turned into an upset one. A sense of longing swelled within her but she swallowed the sensation before it could reach her throat. She did not need to mention them. She shouldn't. For her sake, she shouldn't.

She closed her eyes for a moment, then felt Flamepuff's tongue brush on her wounded cheek.

"I SAID GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"Make me, you walking bacon strip! Hahaha!"

Sunset looked in the mirror and found no trace of last night's events. She touched her cheek again, expecting to feel pain as soon as her hand made contact with it, only to feel the absence of it. She wasn't denying the amazement she felt. And that amazement was later on torn apart by guilt and disgust.

She sighed. Who was she kidding? A demon had just materialized itself and made sure she wasn't dying anytime soon. She was terrified, enraged, saddened, and confused all at once. And asking more questions wasn't going to help her state of mind. It was still a difficulty to process everything that had happened. In the end, she gave up questioning.

She walked out of the bathroom and grabbed another leather jacket. The other one had been tattered and bloody that she had no choice but to burn it. She couldn't stop thinking about the possibilities. This would get her arrested somehow. Or worse.

"Or we could go to the police station and burn the whole place down. Problem solved."

"I'm not hearing this crap."

There was a pizzeria not far from the apartment, and Sunset was a frequent customer. Standing at the parking lot, she stopped to think whether it was a smart idea or not to drive a stolen car. Or she could just hop on a cab to be safer.

She could debate on that for hours, but her stomach was basically calling out on her for the prolonged hunger. She stared at the cadillac and let her hands run across its surface. Owning a vintage sports car in its perfect condition was a novelty and she would think that it required a lot of money for its previous owner to get it. Images of the previous night came rushing back again, and once again she was taken in an unpleasant guilt trip.

"Shit." She muttered. "I can't drive around in this."

"Suck it up, Sunset." Flamepuff said, perching on the top of her head. "Just think of it as a reward you had to forcefully take yourself since the world is not being generous enough to give you a break in life."

Sunset rolled her eyes. She decided to make an examination of the car. She reached for the driver's seat and popped open its compartments, searching for any kind of documents. She frowned in concern when she didn't find any. But then her eyes fell towards a small pack of white substance.

Drugs.

She opened another compartment near the passenger seat. There she found a switchblade, a polaroid and pictures of naked women, tied in contorted and unnatural positions. She scrunched her face with disgust and horror as she looked closer at the images.

"Huh. Not only is this car's owner a creep, it's safe to say he's a crackpot and a fucking pervert with questionable fetishes as well." Underneath her snark comment, there was a great amount of uneasiness and grim anticipation.

"You should feel proud, then." Flamepuff said.

Sunset said nothing. She decided she should check the trunk. She walked to the cadillac's rear and popped the trunk open. She lifted up the trunk, only discovering that it was packed with bundles of money. Lots and lots of money.

"Well, isn't this an interesting development." Flamepuff grinned. "Looks like you've hit the jackpot, Sunset. Good job! Also, who puts their money in the trunk like that?"

Sunset stared at the money, a strange feeling stirring within her. She wasn't proud because she stole a car which coincidently had more than suffiecient amount of money stored within its trunk. Even her guilt was met with an overwhelming terror and realization. The car's owner wasn't a crackpot, nor a porn addict. No, he was probably a drug dealer and what layed before her was probably not regular money.

"This is blood money." Sunset finally said before closing the trunk with a quick motion. She leaned her weight against the trunk and let out a heavy sigh, massaging her forehead. She may look calm and reserved on the outside but she could swear that she was internally panicking as her blood run cold after her discovery.

"Of all the the bastards I had to cross paths with, it just had to be a goddamn drug dealer."

"So?"

"Well, genius, a drug dealer probably has tons of connections. And he's still alive and like probably pissed that I took his car along with his money. That means shit's about to go down and I don't know if I'm entirely prepared for what's about to come."

"You mean YOU'RE not prepared. I am pumped to wrecking people's butts." Flamepuff giggled excitedly.

Sunset flexed her jaw. "If the police won't get me, then the mob will. And I'm gonna get myself killed." She let out a weak chuckle.

"The more the merrier, Sunset. Anyone can join the party!"

Sunset grabbed the keys from her pocket and went back to the driver's seat. She gripped tight on the wheel, concentrating on the possible outcomes of her current situation. The thing was, she was thinking too much that she was practically overriding her brain cells. Sunset realized that she didn't need to think that hard. She just have to be smart and stay out of trouble. The less contact she made with anyone, the lesser the chance she could get herself murdered and probably get dumped in a lake for good.

"We shall rain down chaos upon those who dare to challenge us." Flamepuff told her. "You know, the good stuff!"

"Man, fuck it. I'm getting a drink and a pizza."

"Or that."

Sunset plunged the keys and drove away into the pavement.

Author's Notes:

First of all, I'd like to thank those who gave feedback upon the release of the first chapter. I deeply appreciate it.

Here's chapter 2. And things are going to get messier. So bare with me, people.

As always, feedback is always appreciated.