Part 4 — Runaway

Azyra looked to her left. Weird. I thought I heard something. She continued to walk forward. Quickly, she turned her head and saw Zap jumping out of the window. "Zap!" Azyra ran towards him to stop him from moving further. "Where are you going?"

"Don't worry about it," he said, smiling weakly. He pulled out Xin's knife from his back pocket. "I have this. I'll be...fine."

"Zap, do you want to talk?"

"Absolutely not," he quickly said. "Sorry, Azyra, I can't really do this right now. I'm just going to go for a while."

"Sure," she said, looking at the knife in his hand. "You have fun."

"I won't. Thanks, though." Pocketing the knife, Zap walked away. Azyra watched as Zap exited her view. "On second thought, I'll stay home for a bit."

Azyra watched Xin rush down the stairs. "Where the fuck did Zap go? He's not upstairs."

"Nor is he downstairs," she said, half to herself.

Xin caught her words. "Huh? What's that supposed to mean?"

"He's gone."

"What?!"

"Oh, and so is your knife."

"OH HELL NO! WHERE DID HE GO?!" As Xin grabbed Azyra's arm and ran for the door, Azyra thought to herself, Knife more important than Zap. Got it.

"Xin, he's far away now. I was watching until i couldn't see him from the edge of the lot. Besides, can't you just grab one of the kitchen knives?"

"Hell I can't. That knife was my knife."

"Better than Zap going off with nothing."

"No it isn't."

"Huh?"

"Better that he dies going out with nothing than dying with my knife." Xin started walking back towards the apartment while Azyra looked at her with confusion. Is she feeling well?